Page 126 of The Wildflower


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Fucking hell. I'm hard instantly just looking at her.

I lick my lips and swallow hard when she lets out a breathy little moan. I love when she makes that sound into my mouth as I fuck her deep. I slip into the room quietly and unnoticed since she's distracted by her book. She’s running her fingers up and down her slit over the top of her panties, teasing herself slowly. That's my good girl.

She sucks in a breath and then wiggles her hips to bring her hand up under the band of her tennis skirt to slip into her underwear.

I lurch forward and snatch her wrist hard.

She screeches, and the book flies up and lands page down on the bed.

It takes a minute for her to realize it's me, and she slumps. "You scared me."

I lean down and nibble on her fingertip. "You were starting without me. I couldn't have that. Your pussy is mine, Flower, and I won't even surrender it to you. Not unless I'm here to watch and direct."

Her brow scrunches, and she slides her glasses up her nose, her hair sliding over her shoulder in a bright sheet. "Direct?"

When she continues to stare confused, I snatch the book off the bed. "What's got you so hot and bothered, hmm?"

Like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she moves to snatch the book, but I stop her by grabbing her arm and holding it tight against her chest. Then I pluck the book up with my other hand and skim the page she was just reading.

"What a naughty girl..."

She swallows hard and squeezes her thighs together, her pretty green eyes sparkling in the light as she looks up at me.

"If you wanted my cock, all you had to do was ask?"

She scoots forward, her white teeth sinking into her bottom lip, and I release my grasp on her arm.

"Unbutton my pants, Flower. Feel how hard I am for you already."

She scrambles to her knees and works my jeans open, then shoves them down my thighs to let my cock fall out between us.

Her hands immediately cup me, sliding along my skin like she can't help herself.

I shake my head. "Wait a moment. What would..." I scan the page. "Count Vanderson think about you jumping ahead."

Her grin is worth the slight silliness I feel for reading her book.

I skim a little further, reading aloud now. "She takes me deep, sucking me down until the head of my cock breaches the back of her throat, making her gag."

I eye my little Flower over the edge of the spine. "Is that what you were touching yourself too? Imagining the characters?"

A pink tint flushes her ears and travels up her pale neck. "No, I wasn't imagining the characters. I was imagining us."

I crook my finger and point down. "Well, get started. Take me into your mouth and suck me deep."

“Really?” She blinks as if she can’t believe what I’ve said.

“Yes, Flower. Take my cock into your pretty little mouth. I want to see the tears sliding down your face while I fuck your throat.”

She grins at me, then reaches for my length. Her small hands stroke over my cock a couple of times before she lowers her mouth to the mushroom head. Her pink lips close over it as she draws me deep into her mouth.

Fucking hell. Yes.

I let out a long sigh and resettle my knees for stability. She has to be down on her knees and elbows to reach me with us both up on the bed, but I don't care. Just the sight of her on her knees, her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock and her tongue swirling over the tip sends me hurtling toward the finish line.

I clear my throat and skim another passage. "Lady Alara loves the way the broad head of his cock plunders the back of her throat. She touches herself to it as tears slide down her cheeks."

I lay the book flat, still open, pages down on the bed. "Well, let's be authentic then, shall we?"

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