Page 128 of Wallflower in Bloom

He was in for a surprise.

His eyes locked on the pink lace crotchless panties in front of his face. “Holy…”

The lips of her pussy were framed as the lace fanned out around her midsection, wrapping around her legs. His large hands moved to her thighs. His thumbs plucked the strings holding the panties in place around her legs. “Like a bloody present made just for me. Decadent.”

“I ordered these when you were here.”

His head fell against her stomach, and his fingers traced along the lips of her pussy, teasing her. “Such a naughty minx. You walked around all day with this pussy just ready for me to take.” He slipped a finger along the inside, rubbing against the building wet heat of her clit. He circled around and around, peering up at her as she grabbed a nipple.

She held his shoulders as her knees started to buckle.

He looked up at her with adoration. “You are a siren. Lush and ready to lead me to acts of pure”—he kissed her belly— “debauchery.” He leaned on his heels and lifted her leg onto his shoulder, burying his face in her pussy.

She clutched for a low branch to steady herself as he sucked her clit, his arms gripping her thighs in a vise as his head dove into her.

She was being invaded, feasted on as he pushed his face into her again and again. She wasn’t sure how long she’d last before she came.

He nipped at her clit, and she pulsed against his face, her fingers tangled in his hair. Craving more friction, feeling so empty. Shocks of need pulsed through her as his mouth took and took and took. She squeezed her thighs together, needing him closer. Needing him inside her.

“Need your cock,” she panted.

He stilled, looking up at her. Pulling back, lowering her leg to the ground.

“Say it again,” he ground out, unbuckling his belt and pants like a promise she’d need to fulfill.

Her hand cupped his face, and he kissed her wrist, lingering on it. “I need you.” She pushed his shoulders, and he lay down on the blanket.

She tugged his pants off, wanting to see him. Tight dark boxer briefs gripped his muscular thighs and hid nothing about his steely, thick cock.

She straddled him, and the fire in his eyes took her breath away. She ground her bare wet pussy against the cotton of his briefs. “I need you inside me.”

His hand wrapped around her neck, bringing her down onto him hard. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you, minx?”

His hand grabbed her hip and rocked her back and forth along his cock.

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Tell me what it feels like to need this cock.” His fingers pinched her nipple, and she whimpered.

She was so, so bad.

She rubbed her breasts against him, needing the friction on her nipples. “Like I’m empty. I’m gripping for you. I need to be filled.”

“Filled with what?” He sucked on her earlobe, and a shudder ran through her.

“Dripping with your cum,” she whispered, barely able to focus through her need for him.

He shoved his briefs down and positioned himself at her entrance, notching himself inside her, teasing her. “Again, minx.” His voice was low and raw.

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, moaning. “I crave your cock. Fill me up.” She slowly—so, so slowly—slid down onto him, gripping her inner muscles as she went.

He pulsed his hip in spasms. “Fuck,” he cried. “Fuck, you feel too good.”

She landed on his cock, settling her hips and spreading her thighs. Her hands ran the length of his stomach. He was sexier than the first time she’d seen him. His muscles had a healthy, thick roundness over them. She wanted to bite them, lick them, devour them.

His hands grasped her meaty thigh and low belly as if he were staking a claim.

She loved it.

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