Page 93 of The Bachelor

“No. Yes.” She smiled even bigger. “I honestly have no idea,” she finally admitted.

“You’re going to enjoy it. I promise.”

We reached the front door, and since the glass was tinted, she wasn’t able to see inside. I gripped the handle and pulled it toward us, looking down at the top of her face as we walked in.

We weren’t more than a few paces past the door when she glanced up at me. “A sex shop, huh?”

“A sextoyshop.”

Her eyes widened. “Do I look like a deer in headlights?”

Her pureness was something I fucking loved about her.

“Don’t worry. You’ll learn quickly. I’ll be your tour guide.”

A quick scan of the layout told me there were multiple sections that held no interest to me. We didn’t need costumes or stripper heels. We had no use for movies or edible lube and paint.

There was only one area of the store that I really wanted to focus on.

So, I linked our hands, and I led her toward the back, where the toys took up an entire massive wall. “Let me give you the rundown.” I walked her to the end of the wall—the perfect place to start since the toys in this spot would throw her straight into the deep end. “It’s all broken down by category, and here”—I pulled one of the plastic packages off a hook, holding it in front of her—“is all about the ass.”

“Ass?”

“These are butt plugs, Oaklyn.”

“Ohhh.” She sucked in some air. “We’re literally talking about the booty.”

With my thumb, I outlined the top of the rubber plug and held my lips toward the back of her ear, saying softly, “The pointed tip makes it go in easier.” I ran my thumb toward the middle. “Do you see these rims, how they bump out every inch or so before they narrow, almost like the shape of a Christmas tree?”

“Yes.”

I pressed my mouth against the shell of her ear. “Think about the way that would feel. How you’d have to stretch every time to get over each of the rims.” I nibbled her earlobe, releasing it to say, “If I was sliding this in slowly, you’d hold your breath during each hump, anticipating how it was going to feel as it sank deeper inside you. If it would pull. Burn. Fucking tingle.” I exhaled against her, knowing my breath was reaching as low as her neck, where goose bumps were starting to rise. “But if I was going fast, you’d be opening and closing every second, like going over speed bumps in the road. And while I was doing that to you, I’d rub your clit.” I moved my lips to her neck, needing to taste the warmth there. “Or maybe I’d lick it. Press my tongue against it. Flick it back and forth and get you off with my mouth.” I licked up to her ear. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.”

“You want me to fuck your ass with this plug and eat your cunt at the same time?”

“Yesssto the eating part.” She touched the plug, covering the whole length, eventually looking up at me. “Are you really going to get this?”

“No.”

I put it back and reached a little higher up, taking a different one off the hook. This one was metal rather than the rubber that we’d looked at first, and the description showed that it vibrated. It was the same size as the previous one, the smallest one they had here, and it didn’t have the grooves; it was smooth and flat.

“This is what I’m going to get you.” I set the new one on her palm. “The metal will feel entirely different from the rubber, and so will the flatness. And when I turn on the vibration, you’re going to feel such a mix of sensations.” I wrapped my arm around her waist, gradually tracing her side before making my way to her butt, squeezing the cheek closest to me.

“Camden …” Her voice changed. It quieted, turning almost sultry.

“Imagine what this will feel like when it’s filling you. Pulsing inside you.” I moved to the center, my finger carefully traveling up and down the line. “When you’re puckering from how good it feels.” Since she hadn’t looked at me, I cupped her chin and directed her gaze until it hit mine. “I want to hear how loud you scream when you come with this in your ass.” I took her lip into my mouth, grazing my teeth across it, ultimately letting it go. “But not tonight. I’m going to save that for another time.” I paused. “Relieved?”

She searched my eyes. “I don’t know what I am right now.” She swallowed. “I think I’m a lot of things.”

“Wet.”

“Yes. A lot of that.”

I heard the sound of someone approaching, and I pulled my hand away from her cheeks and turned toward the noise, seeing a sales associate make her way closer.

“Sorry, I was helping another customer when you came in.” She glanced from me to Oaklyn, tucking a chunk of purple hair behind her ear. “Is there anything I can help you find?”

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