Page 79 of The Bachelor

And a mouth that was just the temperature I liked.

She was giving me everything I’d asked for. Not because she had to. Not because I’d demanded it. But because she got as much pleasure out of it as I did—the same way I’d felt tonight at the restaurant.

When a woman wanted to give pleasure for her own benefit, well, shit, there was no bigger turn-on than that.

“Oh fuck,” I growled, pulling back and sinking my way in. “You have no idea how incredible this feels.”

But what felt even better was when she was moving with me. When her hands were around the bottom of my dick, her lips longingly focused on my crown.

I released my base and lifted her face, returning her to the original position, ordering, “Make me come.” My hands flattened against the brick, my eyes closed, and my throat fucking hissed through every inhale and exhale. As she bobbed, I began to fuck her face, giving her that surge, power. “Suck it, Oaklyn. Get that fucking cum out of me.”

It wasn’t going to take long. Not by the way she was stroking my bottom half and licking around the top. Her mouth was still so full of spit. The heat inside there had been upped several notches, giving me that warm, slick feel.

I pushed my weight into the wall as the tingles started in my sac.

Erupting.

Igniting.

“That’s fucking it,” I encouraged. “Yes!”

She must have sensed how close I was getting—maybe from the way I bucked into her mouth or the pants that were releasing from mine—because she was going faster, giving me more suction.

And within a few more pumps, I growled, “I’m going to fucking come.”

My moan came out like a gritty scream, a sound she hadn’t been able to give me earlier.

But she’d earned this from me.

“Fuck!” I drew in air. “Yesss!”

The first shot came out hard and pooled on her tongue.

She didn’t stop.

She didn’t even slow.

She kept up the movements, draining out another stream from me, the thickness aimed at the back of her throat this time. And still, she continued going, pulling out my orgasm, emptying me.

“Oaklyn! Goddamn it!”

When her hands left, I circled my fingers around my shaft and rolled my grip forward, making sure she’d gotten everything, adding the final drops to her tongue. I then released my dick to reach for her, pulling her up from the ground and positioning her against the wall before I tucked myself into my boxer briefs. I raised my zipper and secured my button, and once my hands were free, I found hers and held them above her head, aligning our mouths.

“Fuck me, you’re good at that.”

“Thanks to you and your direction.”

Even her voice was satisfying.

“Nah. You knew what you were doing before I began barking orders. I just opened things up a little.”

She laughed so lightly. “Now what?”

“I kiss you.”

“Even though I just swallowed—”

I didn’t give her a chance to say another word before my lips were pressed against hers and I was sucking her tongue into my mouth.

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