Page 74 of Player Problems

“You know you want to,” she whispers, her voice full of sleep and desire. Of course I want to. Is she crazy? Can she not feel how badly I need her? How in just seconds of waking up, I’m already so close? But one of us has to keep our wits about us, and it clearly won’t be her.

The thought makes me smile even as I have to pull out of her and roll the opposite direction. Her angry hiss ofdisappointment makes the smile stretch further. I reach into her bedside table and grab a condom out of the box I threw in there, ripping it open and sheathing my cock as quickly as humanly possible.

This time when I grab her, she swats my hands away, still pouting I didn’t give her what she wanted. She must still be half asleep to not realize what I grabbed. I scatter kisses over her neck, back and shoulders as a peace offering for making her wait, appeasing her long enough to grip her thigh and pull it back over my legs so I can slide back into her cunt.

She’s still wet. Not as wet as last night when we fell asleep, but enough to accommodate half my length before I pull back and build up with slow, shallow thrusts. I don’t rush to take her, enjoying these moments between wake and slumber. My tongue traces up her neck until I find her ear with my teeth and gently tug on it, making her moan my name breathlessly.

“Of course I want you,” I whisper. “I always want you.” She rocks her hips back, taking more of me inside her. “But one of us had to remember a condom.”

Her back arches and her breath stutters as she takes me to the hilt. “My good boy,” she murmurs, clenching around me. And there’s that warmth spreading through my chest again. I hold Torryn close, fucking her slowly from behind. My hands explore her body as she whispers broken praises and pleas. Tiny bruises will cover her neck and shoulders when we wake up, but the thought only brings me further satisfaction. I want those little marks to cover her body. Her breasts and thighs and stomach. One day I’ll mark every inch of her and listen to her calling me her good boy as I do.

Both of our climaxes are slow to build but all consuming when they crash over us. Taking both our breath away as I come only moments after she does. I hardly have the strength to tie the condom off and toss it in the trash can before I’m falling backasleep, this time Torryn curled into my side, her head resting on my chest.

The next time I wake up, she’s gone.

Wells

He’s sleeping in her bed

Isla

It’s kind of cute

Beau adds Xander to the chat

Xander

Is he sleeping?

He finally stopped blowing up my phone about Tor

James

He was more anxious today than normal

He missed her

Xander changes chat name to Simp Support

Beau

He is a simp

Xander

He’s annoying is what he is

Wells

It’s the first time he’s liked a girl

Xander

Go to sleep dickheads. I’ve got his girl

twenty-six

BABY BAY

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