Page 15 of Player Problems

It’s hard to move freely when I’m bent over the counter, but I manage to grab my face oil and put a few drops on the tips of my fingers and dab it over my forehead and cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” I curse when I feel Baylor spreading my cheeks open and finding my center with his tongue. He swipes it over me leisurely, exploring my cunt like it was made for him. He squeezes my thighs and I can feel the silent reprimand in the gesture and focus back on my routine, massaging the oil into my skin.

Quickly, I follow it up with a serum and eye cream, my legs shaking as his tongue finds my clit and he drops the slow pace,attacking the sensitive bundle of nerves with a renewed sense of purpose. I knock over my moisturizer as I attempt to grab it and a moan is ripped from my throat.

Baylor lightly smacks my ass as I rise up on my tiptoes, begging for just a little more. “I thought you wouldn’t get distracted,” the asshole taunts.

I groan, picking up my moisturizer and squeeze a generous amount on my fingers before I start massaging it into my face and neck. He hums his approval, running his tongue along my slit. “That's my girl.”

My belly flutters in excitement, but I tamper down any reaction, staying focused on finishing my nighttime routine. Who knew such a mundane thing could ever be such a challenge? My pussy clenches as Baylor resumes the pace from before he scolded me. Waves of pleasure wash over me and I can feel my entire body tightening in desperation to reach that crest I know is just out of my reach.

I’ve been with a lot of guys, but I don’t think I’ve ever been eaten out this way. Like the first meal of a starving man. My hands tremble as I force myself to pick up my toothbrush and toothpaste.

Baylor doubles his efforts. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I murmur, and his chuckles against my sensitive flesh only brings me that much closer. Wrapping one hand around the counter, I start to brush my teeth, almost biting down to keep from screaming out.

Just as I’m about to finish rinsing my mouth, Baylor slides a single finger into my tight channel and I’m spasming around it before I even know what’s happening. I cry out his name as pleasure floods my system.

Strong arms wrap around my midsection and Baylor is laughing as he picks me up and carries me out of the bathroom and tosses me on my bed, his large body following me down. Hesteals a kiss, his soft, full lips pressed against mine before I’ve even exhaled the breath I was holding.

“Mmm, minty.” He smiles against my lips, his tongue peeking out to trace the seam of my lips. I can taste the sweet and salty taste of myself on him. I’m already dripping down my inner thighs from his ministrations, but all it did was make me ready for more. Based on the hard length pressed against me, I’m not the only one.

I run my fingers through his hair, gently tugging. “I hope that was just an appetizer.”

A wicked glint enters his eyes and he doesn't bother responding with words, instead flipping me over and lifting me to my knees. “This what you want, Tor?” he asks, running his fingers through the mess he made of me.

“It’s what you promised,” I counter.

His chest rumbles behind me and the sound of foil ripping fills the silence. I grab a pillow and settle it under my chest, arching my back and shaking my ass for him. His hand lands a sharp smack a moment before I feel the tip of his cock press against my opening. I hold my breath as he drives all the way in in one long, hard thrust. I curse as his pelvis rests against my ass.

Baylor’s lips brush over my shoulder as he gathers my hair in his fist. “Never say that I don’t keep my promises.” His grip tightens just enough to make me arch my back as he begins to drive in and out of me. The tingle that races over my scalp adds the edge I crave to every bit of pleasure his thick cock gives me as he hits me deep.

Fuck does he know how to make good on a promise. Baylor fucks me from behind ruthlessly, alternating between pulling my hair, playing with my tits, and wrapping his large hand around my throat and holding me up, my back against his chest until I’m crying out his name and coming all over his cock.

He slows his thrusts, squeezing the sides of my throat, making my orgasm drag out. “That’s it, Tor. Just like that, soak my cock.”

Just as my body begins to relax from one high, Baylor is flipping me over until I’m laying flat on my back. His smirk promises we aren’t done yet. “I have one more promise to keep,” he says, lifting one of my legs to rest on his shoulder as he taps his dick against my clit. “Can you keep up?”

I don’t even bother to respond, instead shifting my hips until the head of his cock nudges against my entrance. His smile does something to my insides and makes me feel almost desperate for that third orgasm. Rather than fast and hard like he just took me, he changes the pace to slow and deep, dragging out each thrust until each nerve ending feels like it’s on fire.

Baylor’s teeth sink into his full lower lip as he pushes my leg back closer to me and hits me even deeper. The need to make him as wild and desperate as I feel has me lifting my hips from the bed and squeezing around him. His groan of pleasure is music to my fucking ears.

He draws out only to immediately sink back in, increasing his pace as he fucks me into the bed. “Be a good boy for me, Baylor,” I moan. “Come for me.” His grip on my calf tightens as the control he was barely holding onto finally snaps. If I thought he was taking me hard and fast from behind, it’s nothing like how he fucks me now. My name is a whimper on his lips and I’m just out of reach of that third orgasm, when he leans down and begins to suck on my nipple. Oh fuck.

It sends me over the edge, clamping down around him as he grows even harder inside me. He follows me only moments later, moaning my name as he comes.

Sweat slicks both our skin and part of me wants to get up to shower, but a bigger part of me wants to let the orgasm haze pull me under and worry about a shower in the morning.

Baylor pants at my side, running his fingers down my neck. “Your pulse is racing.”

I hum, leaning into the soft touch. “I wonder why,” I murmur sleepily. He yawns at my side and my eyes start to drift closed, my head finding a comfortable spot on his shoulder.

Baylor really does know how to keep his promises, or maybe it’s that he knows how to rise to a challenge. Warmth wraps around me as I slowly fall asleep.

My alarm rings what feels like only minutes later, jarring me out of my peaceful sleep. I groan, reaching to shut the annoying sound off, but am halted when I can’t move. My eyes fly open to find Baylor wrapped around me like I’m his favorite teddy bear. Shaking my head, I brush a lock of his shaggy hair off his face.

He’s out cold. How can he even sleep that deeply?

Slowly, I disentangle myself from him and grab my phone, finally shutting off the alarm. My eyes burn at the bright light that shines from the stupid piece of technology. It should be criminal to have to wake up at four-thirty.

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