Page 101 of The Bachelor

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.”

I made sure he didn’t just hear me, that he felt me, too, in the way I held him, how hard and deeply I caressed him.

“You’d better slow down,” he warned.

But I didn’t want to.

I wanted to watch him lose himself.

“No,” I fought back. “Your orgasm is also mine.”

He bent his head, his eyes never leaving me when he dived into my neck. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

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