Page 102 of The Bachelor

“Then, you’re getting this.” The second he finished speaking, the vibration turned on.

Even though it was slow, it came on strong.

Enough so that I screamed, “Camden!”

“Fuck yeah, I love that sound. Let me hear it again.”

I didn’t have to try. It was there, burning my throat to get out, and as my lips parted, I shouted, “Yes!” And when I drew in more air, I added, “Oh fuck!”

“I want you to come at the same time as me.” He lifted his face from my neck and pressed his lips against my cheek. “And I’m going to come right on your fucking ass.” Satisfaction was spreading across his face. “That’s it, Oaklyn. Don’t fucking stop.”

I was no longer aware of how I was even touching him, what I was doing. All I could focus on was the bullet, the flick of his thumb.

The tingles.

The build.

The spasms moving through me.

And they were coming on with a ruthless intensity.

“Oh shit,” I moaned.

He held my face, aiming it toward the mirror, keeping his hand on my cheek as he began to thrust his dick through my grip. “I cannot fucking wait to be inside of you. To have this be your pussy. To make you scream this loud with my cock.”

“I want you.”

“Show me.” He increased the vibration, his hand moving quicker as well. “Show me how you’re going to come when I fuck you.” My eyes started to close, and he tightened his grasp. “The rules haven’t changed. You’re going to watch yourself shudder and scream.”

And I did.

Because it came on so instantly.

“Camden!”

A shout followed his name, one that came with a raging rush that blasted through my body. And in that moment, even though I was completely adrift in trembles, I became fully aware of what I needed to do for him, and I glided my hand up and down his length. He turned even harder, his momentum stopping for just a second, and that was when I knew.

When I heard the deepness of his moans.

When I felt the warmth on my butt, a stream followed by another.

“Oaklyn,” he groaned. “Fuuuck.”

I was done.

A shuddering disaster that couldn’t make sense of every feeling ravaging my body, but I held on to him—his dick, his neck—and I let the motions work through me, screaming, “Ahhh,” as I neared the highest point, quieting as I started the descent.

Camden was just as loud.

He jolted just as much as me.

And he gripped me with just as much power.

Until there was nothing but stillness and breathing.

He sighed into my neck, loosening his grip to kiss down my shoulder and up to my face. “You’re covered in me.”

“I can feel it.”

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