Page 78 of The Bachelor

Louder.

And fucking louder.

“Do you taste that?”

I knew a bead’s worth had leaked out and was waiting for her. Since her mouth hadn’t left me, it had to be on her tongue. The saltiness dissolving, owning.

Claiming, just the way I wanted it to.

“Yesss,” she replied as she took a breath.

“That’s my pre-cum. You’re going to get a whole lot more of that in a couple of minutes.”

“I want more.” Her hands dropped to my base. “Give me more, Camden.”

She shot to the center of my cock, her throat opening to take in even more of me. The fullness caused her to breathe harder, sounds of pleasure coming from each of her exhales.

She was doing just what I wanted.

She was trying to suck the orgasm out of me.

“Now, twist.” I held her knuckles to show her what I was talking about. “Just like I did to your pussy tonight. You want to add friction to every side.”

She instantly followed my order, giving me the perfect balance.

My head fell back; my mouth opened. “Yes. Like that. Fuck.”

I’d only given her a few tips, and, damn it, she was already giving the meanest head.

“Faster, Oaklyn.” I fisted her hair even tighter, keeping her on a short rein. “Suck it like you want me to fill your mouth with my cum.”

There was a change in her movements. She was attempting to take me in deeper. The suction stronger as her cheeks hollowed, concaving so the inside rubbed against me too.

My feet widened, getting a better stance, my hand moving higher on the wall.

“Hell yeah,” I roared. “I want you to try to deep-throat me.”

I was positive her eyes were wide and fearful as she gazed up at me.

I just couldn’t see them.

“Have you done that before?”

She breathed, “No,” over my tip.

“Then, I want you to soak your mouth with as much spit as you can hold. Don’t swallow any—you need all the lubrication you can get.”

As my order processed through her mind, I could feel the wetness building. Each time she took in my dick, her spit was thicker.

“Perfect. Now, relax your throat.” I gripped my base, taking the place of her hands, using my other palm to tilt her head back. The new position would be easier on her, allowing her to take more of me in. “Don’t worry; I’m going to go slow.”

Like I’d promised, I didn’t drive straight in. I went gradually. I used the little patience I had. And I listened to her sounds, determining her comfort level, and that was how I dipped into her throat.

Man, it felt so fucking good.

I was three-quarters of the way in, and she was as tight as a goddamn lock.

With a tongue that was soaked.

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