The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

“And now, you’re reneging on that promise because you’ve realized I’m the woman you want. Or maybe it’s that you just don’t want me to date your best friend.”

His face moved in front of me. “You’re looking for answers. I don’t have those right now.”

“Then, what am I doing out here?”

His lips hastily slammed against mine, his body on top of me, pushing me even harder into the wall. There was urgency in the way he kissed me, in the way he glued us together, how he unlocked one of my hands to run it over my neck and past the side of my breast, straight down my side. When he reached my ass, he rounded my cheek, squeezing before he gripped the back of my thigh and lifted, angling my leg so it was now around him.

With my hand free, I was able to touch him, feel his heart pound as he made out with me. I lowered to his abs, the muscles tightening as I traveled to his belt, stalling, building the courage to continue my journey toward his hard-on.

Oh God.

My palm cupped the massive bulge, my fingers running down the length, feeling him moan into my mouth as I rubbed it, tasting his vulnerability. His sounds got louder as I circled my thumb across his tip and lightly tickled the bottom of his shaft.

He pulled away, and even though I couldn’t see the hunger in his eyes, I felt it.

“I’m taking you up on your offer.” His lips moved my face to the side, my ear now touching the coarse brick while his mouth pressed against the center of my cheek.

Breathing me in.

Biting me.

“You want my lips,” I said.

“I want them sucking the tip of my dick.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Here?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Is this a lesson?”

He paused. “Only if you need one. Why don’t you show me how good you are first? And if you require direction, I’ll give it to you.”

This was the last thing I had expected.

Any of this was actually.

But I wanted to give him the same amount of pleasure that he’d given to me tonight.

I wanted to make him scream.

I wanted to taste his orgasm, like he’d licked mine every time I came in front of him.

“I’ll do anything you want me to.”

His mouth moved to my ear again, and his lips pressed against the shell.

Two breaths.

Both short and extremely hot.

And then, “Get on your knees.”

Camden

I

‘d ordered Oaklyn to her knees.

I didn’t want to think about what I’d just admitted to her. I didn’t want to process her endless questions and come up with answers.

What we were.

Where this was going.

What this was going to look like.

I didn’t know.

All I knew was that when I’d dragged her into this alley, I’d had to kiss her.

I had to take what was mine.

And I wasn’t going to leave here without claiming her mouth with my cock.

But the only way she was going to be able to follow through with that was if I released her hand, which I was holding against the brick wall, using a grip that prevented it from moving. Her other hand was fisting my hard-on through my jeans, stroking my length up and down, cupping my sac, preparing for the mouthful she was about to get.

I didn’t want her to doubt anything I’d said.

I didn’t want her to wonder.

So, I left her ear, where I’d been hovering, and I slowly moved to her mouth and ravished those fucking lips. I wasn’t gentle. I didn’t take my time, like I had when we first entered this alley. My tongue slipped through the opening, and I inhaled her taste.

Her sweetness.

Her submission.

Fuck me, Oaklyn was everything.

What I needed, what I wanted, she gave it to me.

And when I couldn’t wait another second, I released her fingers and lips, and I returned my palms to the wall. “Now, take what you’ve been asking for.”

“With pleasure.” Her hand left my cock. “God, finally.”

Since she was positioned against the brick, all she did was slide down, reaching up to get at me. She started with my belt buckle, followed by my button and zipper. When she tried to lower my boxer briefs, I slipped my cock through the hole-something I wasn’t sure she knew about, but that kind of training was for a day when there was more light.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Her hand was so delicate as it circled my shaft, her breathing speeding up as she lowered to my sac. “My God, Camden, you’re huge. This is never going to fit inside me.”

“It will. I fucking promise you that.”

I would do anything to be able to gaze down and see her face as she eyed my length and width, to view her expression as she contemplated what it was going to feel like when I took her virginity.

But this alley of darkness prevented that.

I could only see tiny specks of her face, a glimmer from the whites of her eyes.

I had to rely solely on feel.

“Now, suck,” I told her, holding the back of her head, leading her to my cock.

Every bit of movement came as a surprise. There was no way to prepare for it.

That was why I hissed the second she wrapped both hands around my base, aiming my erection toward her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

I felt her breath.

Her lips.

And then that moan continued as she took in my tip, the inside of her mouth vibrating over me. With it came an instant heat. Suction. Wetness. Like I was inside her cunt, but I could feel the thickness of her tongue as she used it to rotate around my head.