Page 29 of Wallflower Gone Wild

She let out an agonizing cry of pleasure that had his cock weeping. Her body stiffened in his embrace as she lifted her hips off the bed.

He swallowed her nectar, relishing in her taste.

Mac teased her nub as he fucked her with his tongue. Her walls tightened as her thighs squeezed around his head nearly suffocating him, but he didn’t bloody care. Her release was all that mattered to him, and he feasted on her as he licked a sinful path to her swollen bud, sucking it in his mouth.

“Oh God, Mac! No more! I can’t! I’m going to swoon!” she cried, hitting his shoulders.

Kissing up her body, he worshipped her breasts as she panted heavily beneath him, her hand gripping his aching cock.

“Take me, make me yours forever.” She kissed his damp lips, and he knew she could taste herself.

“My wild little temptress, you’re already mine forever,” he said, taking his cock out of her hand and lining it up with her soaking flesh.

Slowly, Mac thrusted forward, groaning in pleasure at the tight sheath around his member.

Letty whimpered, her arms tightening around his neck.

“Open for me, sweetheart. I have you,” he whispered, pushing the hair out of her eyes as he pushed himself deeper.

All movement stopped as he pierced her maidenhead. He captured her cry of distress with his lips, trying to ignore the swell of pride at knowing he would be the first and the only man to ever be inside of her in such a way.

“Dear God, Letty, I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

His body shook in a desperate need to move, but he would wait until she was ready. Mac’s heart felt so full of love and adoration for the woman in his arms that he couldn’t contain the emotion spilling from him.

“Mac,” she said, brushing the tears from his cheeks. “I love you.”

Capturing her lips, he began slowly moving inside of her. The only sounds in the room were their breathy sighs and moans as he claimed her as his bride.

It didn’t matter that they still had to procure a special license and marry, she was his wife in every way that mattered to Mac.

Interlacing his fingers with hers, he held them over her head as he thrusted deeper inside her. Her legs were spread wide, her lips swollen from his kisses. She was a vision in her rapture, and he vowed to always give her such pleasure as her husband.

“Kiss me,” she demanded, her body quaking with each powerful lunge.

He slanted his mouth to hers without stopping his desperate movements. Her wetness coated his member, her breasts pressed against his chest, and he tried to prolong his own release, but he couldn’t.

Slipping a hand between them, he massaged her swollen nub, wanting to feel her come apart on his manhood.

“I want to feel your wetness on my cock, Letty. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” he asked, before he bit her bottom lip.

Increasing his speed, he swirled his finger one last time, her body jerking in pleasure, her walls squeezing around him.

“Fuck!” he shouted unable to contain himself a moment longer as he spent inside of her.

She cried out under him, her teeth biting his shoulder as she moved her hips meeting his jerky movements with her own.

They stayed wrapped in each other arms for what felt like an eternity until Mac rolled them over, pulling her into his side and kissing her forehead.

He’d never love another like he loved Lady Leticia Crane, and that single thought pleased him more than delivering the truth ever would.

“Mac,” she said, playing with the thin hairs on his chest.

“Hmm?” he asked, his eyes closed and his body so relaxed that sleep wasn’t far off.

“We’re not living over the print shop.” She kissed his chest, and his flaccid member jerked in anticipation.

He laughed, pulling her naked body impossibly closer to his own. He never knew such happiness ever existed, and now that he did, he would never let it go.