Page 129 of Wallflower in Bloom

Her breasts pressed together as she leaned over him, still in the mesh bralette, and the straps fell on either side of her arms.

“Goddess divine.” He spasmed. She clenched around his cock, now fully seated. His eyes rolled back in his head. “You’re my dream come true. A woodland nymph with the best tits.”

She rocked against him, taking her pleasure. Her breasts began to spill out of her bra as she straddled him.

His hands interlaced with hers, giving her purchase as she rolled her hips against him. “Take what you want. Use me,” he panted.

She threw back her head, taking up space in the inky night. Her breasts spilled out as she rocked against him. She felt wild, taking what she wanted as she rode him hard.

She was wild.

Wanton.

Her breath came faster as she moaned, unafraid. Her hips pistoned faster, bringing her aching clit against him as Jack rocked her up and down his cock.

She leaned over him, needing his mouth on hers. He rolled her over, still inside her, and somehow took her deeper. He pulsed his cock inside her. “I’ve dreamt of filling this pussy up. Cum gushing out of you.”

Jack leaned back, kneeling on his knees, and pulled out of her.

“More,” she whined. She ached with need for him.

His thumb brushed her mouth and dipped inside, pulling her mouth open. “There’s my greedy little love.”

Yes. Fuck.

He hoisted her onto his kneeling lap, her ankles coming to either side of his head. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. His cock slammed into her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she cried. He hit the spot inside her pussy that curled her body with need, demanding more.

He angled her, with her hips above her head, and her breasts bounced with his every thrust, pressing against her chin.

A feral smile grew on Jack’s face as he thrust inside her, his grip on her calves keeping her legs in place to make her even tighter for him. “You’re helpless here, minx.” He brought his thumb, wet from her mouth, and teased her clit with it. Her hips pulsed, wanting more.

“More, Jack.” Her fingers clawed the ground, fisting in the blanket as she ground against his hand.

He pulsed his cock in and out, driven like a madman as he fucked her. “Say you’re mine.” A flick of his fingers across her clit teased her more.

“Only yours,” she moaned. “Forever.”

A groan sounded from him as he gripped her legs, pistoning his hips into her. “This pussy is mine,” he growled. He circled her clit again and again as she felt the climax overtake her, spiraling desire and need around her. “You. Are. Mine.”

She bounced with the force of his final thrusts, feeling hot spurts as he came inside her.

She let out a moaning cry in the night as she came. An unmistakable sound of how bad she was as he destroyed her clit. White stars burst behind her eyelids as sizzling sensations wrapped their vines around her nerve endings, and she lost herself in taking every drop of pleasure.

They stilled, her aftershocks pulsing around him. He placed a kiss on her calf and lowered her legs, leaning over her, still catching his breath. He was still inside her, and she never wanted him to leave.

“Welcome home.” She smiled. He covered her, his arms propped up on either side of her head. His hands cupped either side of her face as he kissed her gently.

“I love you, my Violet.”

His.

He rolled to the side and pulled her into his chest.

“I love you more,” she said, kissing the wall of muscle under her cheek.

“We’re going to need three more rounds tonight.” He huffed, still catching his breath. He pulled her in for a quick kiss. “I’ve been tortured the last week, and my soul and cock need mending.”

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