The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

The dip of his finger made me moan, “Ohhh.” I glanced down, his locks the only thing I could see, aside from movement, his head lifting and lowering, diving in and out. “You feel incredible.”

This was the second time he’d done this to me, so it was a feeling I should have known by now. Yet every lick felt new, as did his fingering, making his way past his knuckle, halting when he was all the way in.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted and licked again. “I can’t wait to feel that tightness around my cock.”

I couldn’t reply.

Because I was in that place.

Where he licked me to the point of being completely lost.

The tingles from earlier had ignited into these fiery flames that were rising through my stomach and into my chest.

My limbs were turning numb.

My hands were clenching, drawing the blanket up into my palms.

I just needed to hold on.

To let this sensation move through me since there was nothing I could do to guide it or stop it.

Nothing I could do to slow things down.

I was gone …

And then I was instantly back because Camden’s tongue was no longer on me, his finger the only thing touching me now, lazily moving in and out of me.

Just as I looked down between my legs, I met his stare. “What-”

“I’m not letting you come.”

Air panted through my lips. “I was so close.”

“I know. I could feel it-that’s why I stopped. You see, if I let you come, your pussy is going to be sensitive. I don’t want that. I want you to be so turned on, like you are now, when I give you my dick.”

And I was just about to get it because he was kissing his way up my body and positioning himself over me.

The nerves were there.

I could feel them every time I breathed out.

But there was something.

A desire that was scorching through me.

A want.

A need.

A passion that was sizzling, reminding me of how long I’d wanted this and how I’d always wanted it to be Camden.

“I’m going to go as slow as I can.” He held my face, pointing my chin up so our eyes were locked. “And I’m going to do everything I can not to hurt you.”

“I can handle pain.”

“This is different, Oaklyn. This is something you’re going to remember for the rest of your life. I’m not going to go fucking wild on you and flip you in all these positions and promise this is the best thing you’re ever going to feel.” He exhaled, shaking his head just a little. “I’m going to be realistic and say it’s going to hurt like hell and you’re most likely going to bleed, but every time we do it after tonight, it’s going to feel better.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so big, this would be a different scenario.”

He growled, smiling, “Never going to be the case.”

“Always keeping it real, aren’t you, Mr. Grumpy?”

“Would you rather I lied?”

“Definitely not.”

He kissed me. “I didn’t think so.” His finger was no longer inside me, but it was still down there as he guided his tip over my clit and past my lips to my pussy. “Mmm. You’re still so fucking wet.”

There was more movement, and by the way his fingers were stroking me and then leaving me, I assumed he was taking some of that wetness and wiping it over his shaft.

“Slow,” he said as he aimed his tip to my entrance. “That was a reminder for me-not you.” His forearms were on the sides of my face. “What I need you to do is kiss me, and we’re going to breathe through this together.”

It was finally happening.

What I’d waited twenty-five years for.

In just a few moments, I would no longer be a virgin.

A thought I wasn’t sure I could wrap my head around.

As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt the first jerk of his hips, a burning that moved through me as my body began to open, widening to take in his tip.

“Are you okay?”

He couldn’t have been in more than an inch, but he had stalled, allowing me to get used to this amount before he gave me more.

I drew in some air and let that out, repeating the pattern. “I think so.”

But in all actuality, it was worse than I’d imagined.

This wasn’t like a finger or even two.

It wasn’t the slick smoothness of the bullet he had used on me.

This was a crown that was trying to fit into a tiny opening.

And breathing through it, like he’d suggested, was all I could do.

But inside, part of me was dying from the pain.

“Are you sure?”

Breathe.

I filled my lungs, releasing that air, and did it again. “Yes.” No. “Give me more.”

His lips were back on mine, his palms on my cheeks, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he inched forward.

The burning increased.

The ache shooting into my stomach.

“Baby …” He pecked my lips. “You’re doing fucking great.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.”

His hands tightened the moment I spoke my honesty. “When I’m all the way in and I give you a few pumps, it’s going to feel better. Trust me. This is the worst part.”

I believed him.

He was the expert after all.

But, my God, this was brutal.

“More,” I whispered.

And that was what he gave me, finally giving me some mental relief when he said, “I’m halfway in.”

Two more forward leaps, like the past two he’d just completed, and I would have all of him.

An amount I couldn’t even fathom, as I already felt so filled.

“I hate to tell you how good you feel because I know you’re in so much pain, but, Jesus, Oaklyn, your pussy is fucking amazing.”

I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or cry. But I knew the sooner this was over with, the faster I could find some kind of enjoyment.

“More.”

He moaned against my mouth. “Damn it.” His teeth ground together, his jaw flexing. “You’re so tight. So wet. So fucking warm.” The feral look in his eyes was a level of hunger I’d never seen in him before. “I could come right now.”

When I tilted my head back, needing a break from his stare, and said softly, “More,” there was a searing pain that I hadn’t experienced yet.

It rocked straight through me.