Page 41 of Wallflower in Bloom

She licked her lips. God, she was a vixen. Her plump lips formed a cupid’s bow, and he wanted to bite one of them. He might if she didn’t unbutton that awful pajama top and satisfy his curiosity.

Her hand went to the top button, and each button pop was like a pump to his cock.

Finally, her breasts peeked through the opening as she shrugged her top over one shoulder.

A white mesh bustier with dark lace hugged her curves and…

Jesus fucking Christ.

Her tits.

They were propped up with the bustier, held apart in lush mounds barely covered in lace. His hands itched for them, and he felt himself drool.

“You’re gorgeous,” he ground out. It was an understatement, but his brain had melted at the sight.

She bit her lip as she stared up at him, her eyes heavy with wanting. He’d promised to keep his hands to himself. This wasn’t breaking that promise, right? Just staring at her heaven-sent breasts as she breathed heavily, feeling the tension thicken between them.

“Keep scrolling,” he ordered. He wanted to see what positions she liked so he could imagine them together when he was alone, stroking his cock and thinking only of her.

She turned back to the phone and scrolled farther down. A woman was riding two men, one in her ass and one in her pussy. Every inch of her bounced from the force of fucking both of them.

Violet let out a soft, breathy moan, and he realized he’d move the world for her right then.

“You like that? Maybe you’re not the good girl I thought you were,” he growled in her ear. His hand slid onto her hip, and he gripped her lightly, loving how she felt.

She watched the woman who looked so much like her take two cocks again and again and again. Her hand went to her breast, and she gripped it as her eyes were glued to the screen.

God yes. “I think maybe…” He stepped closer, his mouth close to her ear, and whispered slowly, “You’re a vixen. A little tempting minx who is very…” his nose brushed the length of her ear, “very naughty.”

She let out a moan as her head leaned against his. His hand cupped his cock, giving it one hard pump as she pinched her nipple through her lingerie.

She scrolled to the next gif. A woman was bent over, being taken from behind, and her tits bounced with every thrust. Violet’s mouth parted, and a sigh came out. He wondered what her mouth would look like wrapped around his cock. Lord, he wanted her.

Fuck his promises. He wanted this siren under him immediately.

“You want that, darling? You want to be fucked like that?”

VIOLET

A loud banging sounded at the door, and Violet jumped out of her skin, throwing Jack’s phone across the kitchen.

Holy shit. Her heart was lodged somewhere in her throat.

She’d know that banging anywhere. “It’s Lily.” She couldn’t meet Jack’s eyes as she quickly buttoned her top.

He groaned and turned away from the door. “Excuse me. I need to—” He grabbed his phone from the floor, turned to the stairs, and took them two at a time.

She was going to kill Lily and then run away into the dark of night. She couldn’t look Jack in the eye after what they’d just done. How they’d let themselves get caught up in the moment.

Violet walked to the back door, where Lily kept pounding. She opened the door, and Lily stood holding a bottle of wine.

“Since when did you start locking your doors? I need—” Lily stopped mid-sentence.

“What?” Violet shoved at her wet hair.

“You look fluuuuusterrrrred.” Lily narrowed her eyes trying to figure out why Violet looked flushed and utterly distracted. “I didn’t interrupt something, did I?” Lily peeked into the living room.

“Oh my gosh, what would you interrupt?” Violet shrugged nonchalantly.

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