The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

Her fingers were moving faster, holding me harder, her other hand on my sac.

Tickling.

Urging.

“Fuck me, Camden. Don’t make me wait … I need you.”

My fist pounded the brick above her head, and I took her mouth again, needing to taste the dirtiness of her words. Needing to feel the tongue that had just made my cock feel so fucking good.

I couldn’t taunt us anymore.

I needed her just as much as she needed me.

“Take it,” I told her. “Put my dick where you want it.”

She lifted her hips, sliding my crown down her clit, stopping when she reached her pussy. “Yesss.” It wasn’t even in yet; she was just anticipating the way it was going to feel.

“You love that dick, baby.”

Her heat was already surrounding me. It was coming out just like her wetness, coating me as she pushed me in.

“Ohhh shit.” I held her waist. “You’re so tight.” I thrust all the way in and stayed fully submerged while she pulsed around me, gripping me from the inside.

“Camden …” There was so much pleasure in her voice. “More.”

There was nothing hotter than hearing her beg for me.

I grabbed her hands and held them above her head. “I want to fucking pound your pussy.”

“Please. I need it … hard.”

Jesus Christ.

There was no woman more perfect for me than Oaklyn Rose.

I didn’t hesitate.

I just lifted her into my arms, wrapping her other leg around my waist, and I slammed my dick into her tiny little body, pulling out and doing it all over again. “Goddamn, you feel amazing.”

She was almost weightless, and every time I reared my hips up, I held her higher in the air and drove her toward me, meeting in the middle.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. “I need it harder.”

Harder would make me come.

I didn’t want to do that yet.

I wanted to enjoy every second of this.

So, I turned us around and leaned the top of my back against the wall, extending my legs out so she was almost straddling me. “Show me how hard you want it.”

She circled her arms around my neck and used my shoulders to rock herself over me, grinding against my cock. “Ahhh!” She filled her lungs. “Camden, yes!”

She was close.

I could tell by her movements, the way she was getting wetter.

I reached down and touched her clit. It was like a fucking button; the moment I pressed it, she began to buck, rotating, sliding, my shaft now hitting every angle inside her.

Even her G-spot.

“Oaklyn,” I grunted, trying to hold off my orgasm, the intensity in my balls becoming dangerously close to releasing. “Come. Now.”

I flicked her clit, and within a few more swipes, she was lost.

Screaming throughout the alley.

The combination of the butt plug and her clit and the stroking into her pussy was like an explosion. The tingles owned her, so much so that her rhythm faded, and that was when I took over the movements.

“Fuuuck!”

I swore I shouted the same word, but it was her voice that I heard in my ears, her breath that I tasted across my lips.

Her stomach shuddered, her arms loosened, her cum made me slide in even easier. I turned her around, putting her back on the wall, and I started my sharp climb.

“How did that feel?” I propelled forward, twisted my hips, and released back, using that pattern, but my power built with each plunge.

“It’s still not over.” She couldn’t catch her breath. “It’s as relentless as you.”

“It needs to hurry. I’m about to give you another.”

“No-”

“You know better than to say that word to me.” I aligned my nose with hers. “You’re going to come with me. And you’re going to fucking scream when it happens.”

“Camden!”

There were no surprises when it came to her body.

I knew it better than she did.

What steps it took to get her where I needed her.

What she desired.

What motion brought her there the fastest.

That was why I used the wall to hold her weight and slipped a hand down the front of her, playing with her clit at the same time.

Just when I did, the spark was back in my balls, trickling into my stomach. “You’d better fucking come.”

Her face moved into my neck, and she lifted herself higher. “I’m so close.”

“I know. That’s why I’m telling you. Come. Now.” With the pad of my finger, I gave her clit a harder spank and picked up my speed, pushing through her tightness. “There it is,” I moaned the second I felt her tighten around me. “Just what I wanted.”

“Oh! Fuck!”

She was shaking over my dick, her navel a mess of shudders, and I sank myself all the way in, that stillness everything that I needed because what was happening inside her was so fucking strong.

“You’re milking me, Oaklyn.”

Just like her mouth every time it was around my tip.

Now, it was her pussy, demanding my orgasm, pulling it from me.

And I gave it to her, shooting my first load into her cunt, tilting my hips back and thrusting forward when a second shot came out of me and a third.

“Fuck!” I exhaled, inhaled. “Fuck!” I yelled again, emptying myself, draining every goddamn drop until there was nothing left.

For either of us.

Just calmness and breaths.

“Fuck me, you’re amazing,” I whispered against her lips.

I didn’t let go of her.

I didn’t pull out.

I didn’t set her on her feet.

I stayed frozen, wrapped in her.

Exactly where I wanted to be.

“Stop taking my words,” she replied. “You know I love you more than anything.”

I kissed her.

Hard.

My lips, the feel of them, the way I held them against her-it was stronger than any response I could ever say.

And when I pulled away, I was quiet for a moment. “Is it time to go home?”

“We don’t have to. I’m sure there’re plenty of other alleys on this street you can take me into.”

I smiled at her answer, which only reconfirmed how perfect she was for me. “You know what that means?”

“No?”

I reached around and touched the plug that was still inside her. Tapping the base. Turning it just a little. “I’m keeping this right here until I replace it with my cock.”