The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

“Fuuuck.” I pounded my fist against the brick. “Just like that, but go deeper.”

I wanted to give her the freedom to make decisions. I wanted her to choose where she wanted to go and how she wanted to do this.

But there was pure alpha in my blood.

I couldn’t give up the control.

And Oaklyn couldn’t help but listen and take my demands because she did exactly what I’d told her, swallowing a few more inches, bobbing over that new amount of space.

It felt incredible.

The feel of her skin.

The warmth of her mouth.

The pressure she was using.

Fuck, I could come right now.

“Yes,” I urged her on. “Fucking yes.”

I could feel the slickness of her hair as it got caught between her hands and lips, so I bunched her locks and held it behind her head. “Now, use your hands. Get them wet so they slide easier. And what you can’t cover with your mouth, rub with your palms.”

She raised her hands to my tip, where I assumed she was collecting some of her spit, and pumped my shaft. She was soft but needy with her strokes, and every time she lowered and rose, I rocked my hips forward, driving my dick through her grip. While her hands did the hard labor, her tongue stayed on my crown. Sometimes flicking back and forth. Sometimes circling. Sometimes staying flat.

But with each push, I moaned.

Louder.

And fucking louder.

“Do you taste that?”

I knew a bead’s worth had leaked out and was waiting for her. Since her mouth hadn’t left me, it had to be on her tongue. The saltiness dissolving, owning.

Claiming, just the way I wanted it to.

“Yesss,” she replied as she took a breath.

“That’s my pre-cum. You’re going to get a whole lot more of that in a couple of minutes.”

“I want more.” Her hands dropped to my base. “Give me more, Camden.”

She shot to the center of my cock, her throat opening to take in even more of me. The fullness caused her to breathe harder, sounds of pleasure coming from each of her exhales.

She was doing just what I wanted.

She was trying to suck the orgasm out of me.

“Now, twist.” I held her knuckles to show her what I was talking about. “Just like I did to your pussy tonight. You want to add friction to every side.”

She instantly followed my order, giving me the perfect balance.

My head fell back; my mouth opened. “Yes. Like that. Fuck.”

I’d only given her a few tips, and, damn it, she was already giving the meanest head.

“Faster, Oaklyn.” I fisted her hair even tighter, keeping her on a short rein. “Suck it like you want me to fill your mouth with my cum.”

There was a change in her movements. She was attempting to take me in deeper. The suction stronger as her cheeks hollowed, concaving so the inside rubbed against me too.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

My feet widened, getting a better stance, my hand moving higher on the wall.

“Hell yeah,” I roared. “I want you to try to deep-throat me.”

I was positive her eyes were wide and fearful as she gazed up at me.

I just couldn’t see them.

“Have you done that before?”

She breathed, “No,” over my tip.

“Then, I want you to soak your mouth with as much spit as you can hold. Don’t swallow any-you need all the lubrication you can get.”

As my order processed through her mind, I could feel the wetness building. Each time she took in my dick, her spit was thicker.

“Perfect. Now, relax your throat.” I gripped my base, taking the place of her hands, using my other palm to tilt her head back. The new position would be easier on her, allowing her to take more of me in. “Don’t worry; I’m going to go slow.”

Like I’d promised, I didn’t drive straight in. I went gradually. I used the little patience I had. And I listened to her sounds, determining her comfort level, and that was how I dipped into her throat.

Man, it felt so fucking good.

I was three-quarters of the way in, and she was as tight as a goddamn lock.

With a tongue that was soaked.

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.