Page 25 of The Bachelor

His demand almost startled me, his voice ringing in my ears.

I lifted my hand, completely abandoning what I had been doing, and I held it out to him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hissed.

I thought the next order was going to be to return to those same spots I had been in before, but that didn’t come. What came instead were his lips, opening around my nail and sucking the wetness off of it. He then lowered to my knuckle and lapped up the wetness that was there.

When he finally left my finger, he leaned back, almost like he no longer trusted himself to be so close. “Oaklyn, goddamn it. That taste … it’s fucking amazing.”

I leaned up on my elbow, pleased with the glare in his eyes. “Shall I continue?”

“Yes. Now. Quickly.”

With skin that was dampened from his spit, I went back to that place, focusing on the top of my clit and my entrance, giving friction to both. That second intrusion caused another moan to leak from my mouth and, “Ahhh,” to follow.

I didn’t know if it was his presence.

If it was the fact that I had an audience.

Or if it was that it had been several days since I’d had an orgasm and I was starving for one, but the intensity was already flaring.

Threatening.

Erupting.

“Oh fuck.” I reached up behind me, grasping the first thing I came into contact with, which seemed like the corner of a pillow, and I squeezed it in my hand. “Yes!”

My back lifted, my weight going into the heels of my feet.

And my hand moved faster.

I wasn’t watching him; my eyes were closed again while I rode toward the peak of this roller coaster.

But as I got nearer to the top, there were so many other aches in my body.

More needs.

Rippling fires that needed to be extinguished.

“Oh, yes,” I cried out and released the pillow to clutch my breast, thumbing that hardened bud in the middle.

I rubbed back and forth against it, pressing harder, swiping faster, giving myself just enough that it added to what was already ablaze inside me.

“Fuck,” I heard in a low, raspy breath.

A breath that wasn’t mine.

But I still didn’t open my eyes.

I centered my attention on the feeling that was rising, a feeling that was like a bullet, firing from my legs and darting toward my pussy and up through my stomach.

“Oh God!” With that shot came a vibration. One that ricocheted across my navel, over and over, causing a shudder to move through me. “Fuck!”

My eyes opened.

My head leaned back.

My legs caved, my ass lowering to the couch since it had lifted off, and I rubbed out the rest of the desire since it had already reached its highest point.

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