The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

Churning.

“Fuck!” I yelled. “Ahhh!” My hand clung to the locks of his hair, my hips lifting forward and sliding back, moving on their own, the waves turning into this fierce, relentless cycle. “Camden!”

As I sucked in air, a flame ignited in my pussy, and it boomed harder, faster, more flickers adding to the growing fire.

I couldn’t stop what was happening.

I wasn’t even sure I could see my reflection any longer.

I was in this hot cloud of steam with this immense strength wrapped around me.

And I was instantly lost.

“I’ve got you,” he said in my neck. “I’m not going to let you go.” He kissed. He breathed. He might have even bitten. “Now, fucking come.”

I was already there.

But that demand sent me diving over the edge, grasping for him, for air, for anything that I could hold on to that would keep me in this place, this feeling, this moment that was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

“Ohhh!” I heaved. “Yes!”

Shudders pounded through my body, pulsing from the inside, causing my stomach to ripple in movement. Camden held me even tighter as I bucked against him. And like the waves that had rocked through me earlier, these came in heavy crests, each one slapping me, firing through me.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fucking beautiful,” he hissed.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t even slow.

This feeling was just crashing through me, and when I finally made my way past the peak, I felt the energy drain through my toes. The sensitivity crept its way in until the pleasure quieted to a whisper.

Camden knew and turned the vibrator off, and it was suddenly gone from my sight.

“Now, I need to taste you.” He held up my dress, showing my pussy while he traced the outside with his fingers. He was so soft, careful, just brief grazes of skin against skin. And when he had what he wanted, he lifted his hand to his mouth. “Fuck yes. I can’t wait to eat your pussy.”

I couldn’t wrap my head around that.

Things felt far too delicate down there after what he just did.

I needed a second.

I needed … him.

I pulled my body off his, where I’d still been giving him most of my weight, and I turned around to find his button.

Zipper.

Once they were undone and his pants were lowered, I slipped into the hole of his boxer briefs-a place I’d learned about in the alley-and I wrapped my fingers around his hard-on. While holding his stare and his cock, I let him know this was, “Mine.”

“You keep touching me like that, Oaklyn, and you’re going to make me come.”

I felt a hard bite on my lip, my teeth not wanting to let it go, but I did to reply, “That’s what I want.”

“Mmm.”

I fisted the bottom of his dick and pumped to the tip, rubbing my palm over the top before I lowered down his long, thick shaft. “I can’t wait to have this.”

“Baby …” His mouth was in my neck. “Tell me.”

“I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.” As my hand bobbed, his was between my legs. “I want to know what it feels like. How you’re going to make me come. How you’re going to stop yourself from splitting me in half.”

He growled, “That will be difficult, especially with how good you’re going to feel.” He kissed the back of my ear. “I have a feeling your pussy is going to mold right around me, milk the cum out of me.”

I didn’t know where it had come from, but he was rubbing the bullet over my clit. The hard bubbles that I had seen earlier through the packaging along with the material of the bullet made such an interesting combination.

One that was almost overwhelming.

“That’s it, Oaklyn. Stroke my fucking cock.”

But now, he was doing more than just touching me. He was circling the entrance of my pussy, spreading my wetness.

“You’re so turned on; this is going to slip right in.”

My hand didn’t stop. It moved faster. “Can I handle the size of it?”

I knew it was small, but it was still larger than his finger, and that was the most I’d experienced so far, and even during those scenarios, I hadn’t had a whole finger, just a half.

His arm lifted from my navel and went around my neck, pulling my upper body against his chest. “I’m going to make it fit.” He slowly dipped in just the round tip. “You’re so fucking tight.”

My hand stalled, waiting, anticipating, as I breathed through the expected pain.

But there wasn’t any.

Not even when he went in a bit deeper.

Or when he turned the bullet, making sure I felt the texture as it rubbed against the inside of me.

“Oh God,” I exhaled. “That feels incredible.”

“I knew it wouldn’t hurt, but if it did, I would have felt you tense up, and I would have immediately stopped.”

He gripped my neck with more strength so he could take on the rest of my weight. And I gave it to him with ease, particularly when the bullet was all the way in.

“I’m holding the leash, and I can feel you pulsing around the silicone.”

As I did just that, I regained the speed in my hand, giving him just as much pleasure. “I want more.”

“Greedy,” he moaned. “I didn’t know that about you, Oaklyn.”

“I just want you.”

“You have me in your hand.”

I did, quite literally, but I hoped he meant that in every way.

“I want you to get used to the way it feels before I turn on the vibration.” My head rested under his chin, and he was staring at me. Hungrily. “In the meantime, I’m going to do this.” His thumb was on my clit, and he began to strum it like an instrument.

My hair ground against his chest as I pushed into him. “Camden,” I sighed. There was so much going on, so many different feelings. “Damn it, that feels good.”