Page 108 of Wallflower in Bloom

So bad. “Yes,” she panted, not daring to believe this was real. She wanted to be filled, taken.

“Then spread your legs and bend over. Be my greedy little minx.”

She was soaked just thinking about it. She grasped the cement planter in front of her. The cool air kissed her ass and pussy, barely covered by a thin thong.

He reached between her legs and lifted one knee on the planter. His voice was low and gravelly as he stood behind her. “I’ve thought about nothing else for the last three hours. Wanted to fuck you so badly in the limo. Wanted to lift that pretty skirt and bury my face in your pussy.”

His fingers stroked the wet fabric of her thong over her clit, unhurried. He leaned over her, whispering in her ear like a promise. “How many people down there do you think want to fuck you like this?”

She felt so exposed and naughty. Her pussy throbbed, and she bucked her hips as he teased her clit. “I-I don’t know.”

His nose grazed along her ear. “I counted seven staring at your tits,” he growled, his fingers teasing her entrance.

Her pussy throbbed at that news. He sounded jealous. He moved her panties to the side, found her clit, and circled it to continue his teasing. “I bet there are double who want to bend you over and eat you out. But only I get to taste you, Violet.”

He bent down, and suddenly, his tongue was inside of her. It was hot and dirty and so, so good. She clenched around his tongue, and he spread her wide to bury his face in her.

She clamped her mouth shut so she wouldn’t scream his name like she wanted to. The wet, writhing pleasure of his tongue entering her, licking her, as he teased her clit was almost too much.

His tongue was ripped away, and she heard the zipper of his pants and the clink of his belt. “Who’s taking this pussy tonight where they can spot us?”

Everyone was currently too busy talking to notice them, but they’d be spotted if someone looked up.

“Jack,” she sighed out his name, loving the feel of it, loving the feel of him.

He slid the tip of his cock into her entrance. Her body was on fire with how much she needed him. She pushed back into him, needing to be filled. Wanting to be claimed.

“I’m fucking you because you’re mine, minx.” He thrust into her on the last word, and she felt like she was being split in two. Her hand came back to her mouth, not trusting herself not to scream when she came. Her eyes watered with the friction and the fullness.

“Show them the tits they don’t get to touch.”

She grabbed her neckline and pulled it down far enough to pinch her nipple. She felt brazen and so naughty where anyone could catch them. Jack fucking her was better than she could have ever dreamed.

He leaned over her, his cock still thrusting inside her. “You’re mine, Violet,” he whispered in a ragged growl. “Only I fill this tight pussy with my cum.” He thrust into her again and again, his hand reaching around to find her clit. “And you’re going to walk the rest of tonight with it running down your legs so you remember”—he thrust in again, hard—“that you’re mine.”

“Yes,” she whispered as she clenched around him. “Yours, only yours. Fill me up.”

She groaned, and his hand clamped over her mouth, and fuck, it turned her on so much.

He thrust in a rhythm, claiming her. His voice pounded into her with a chant of “Mine, mine, mine.”

As he rubbed her clit faster, she came, moaning his name into his hand, thinking ‘mine, mine, mine’ with him.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

JACK

The next afternoon, Jack stared at the eerily youthful face of Edward Bellingham, the aging CEO of Wayridge. He’d requested that Jack come in for a ‘casual chat’ at last night’s premiere.

“Jack.” Edward extended his hand as Jack entered his office. It was early Sunday afternoon, and the building was quiet.

“Enjoy the party last night?” Edward asked, reclining in his chair with his fingers steepled.

“My girlfriend and I both had a fantastic time.”

“Yes, lovely girl,” Edward said. “Glad you found a calming influence in your life.”

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