Page 145 of The Bachelor

“And is this how fast?”

Her hand was working around the bottom of my dick while her mouth could only handle the top. But what she did there, the way she swiveled her tongue and mashed her lips against me, even using her cheeks, was one of the best fucking feelings in the world.

And the way she was going at it, I could easily blow my load down her throat.

I wasn’t going to do that.

I was going to save it for her cunt.

But this tease was fucking everything, and it showed me exactly what she wanted.

While she was down there with her mouth open, I was going to give her one more thing to suck.

I popped my cock out from her lips and fed her the butt plug. “Suck this. Get it so fucking wet that it’ll slide right into you.”

I couldn’t see her face, her eyes, the hunger or need, but as I held the base of the plug, I felt the saliva from each bob of her lips. I heard the sounds it made as she used the same suction as she had on me. And when the metal was just the way I wanted it, dripping and lubed, I brought her back up to her feet, my hand instantly returning to her pussy.

It was even wetter than before.

“Mmm.” I flicked her clit before cupping her pussy, two fingers going straight inside her. “Oh, yes, you’re so fucking ready for me.” I twisted my hand, giving her friction from every angle. “You like having me in your mouth. I can feel how much it turns you on.”

She was against the wall again, the shadow of her body telling me she was spread across it.

Waiting.

Taking everything I was giving her.

“It’s one of my favorite things to do to you.”

“Yeah?” I lifted her leg and wrapped it around my waist, this position giving me much more access, and I ran the plug around that tight, forbidden hole. “What are the others?”

Her breathing was heavier now. It always turned more labored when I got close to this spot.

“Riding you.” She sighed and drew in more air. “When I take away your control and you become vulnerable and I get to watch you come inside me.”

Goddamn it, that was one of my favorites too.

“I fucking love when you talk dirty to me, Oaklyn.”

I also loved to see her bounce over my cock when she was in the position she’d just described, her tits in my face, each drive pulling the cum out of me.

“Fuck yes.” I pushed the tip into her, feeling her body tense even though she was used to this by now. “What’s another?”

Her hand returned to my shaft, the slickness still there from her mouth, her fingers stroking my length. “When I kiss every inch of your body.”

“Yes”—my lips were right above her mouth, smelling the tangerine and blueberry coming off her skin—“that.”

She winced for just a second while I gently steered it the rest of the way into her ass, her noise then changing to moans. “Ah! Fuck!”

My girl liked this as much as I did.

When I filled every crevice on her body.

I held the base until I was positive it was secure before I released it to go to her clit, brushing that spot from top to bottom, back and forth.

“Oh God, yes.” She arched into me, her leg latching on to the back of mine. “And you know what else I love about kissing your body? When I get on my hands and knees and I get to tease you with my body. When I put my ass in your face and kiss down your legs. When I drag my breasts over your dick and kiss up your stomach.”

“Oaklyn …”

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