Page 107 of Playing With My Heart Strings

“I’ve hardly touched you, baby.” He grins.

“Yes, and I need you to fix that,” I huff.

In response, he pulls my underwear down to my ankles then lowers himself to his knees. Wetting his lips with his tongue, he adds a second finger, using his thumb to rub circles on my clit.

My hips buck up, flames licking at my toes, and I try to squeeze my legs together. Using his free hand, he spreads my legs and then latches his mouth to me. Dusty swirls his tongue over my clit then in one broad stroke, glides his tongue over my entrance. His fingers spread my pussy as he devours me.

My skin prickles at his touch, and my eyes roll back until I’m seeing stars.

After I come down from my high, I sit up.

“My turn. Get on the bed,” I order but then quickly stop him when he stands. “Wait. Clothes off first. This isn’t fair.”

“As you wish.” He laughs, tugging his shirt off in a fluid motion then dropping his jeans and briefs.

I push him onto the bed, crawling up to him. His cock is rock hard, and I reach for it, tugging on it a few times before lowering my mouth over the tip. My tongue flits over his head, over the salty drops of pre-cum. I sink down further, hollowing out my cheeks to take more of him.

He brushes my hair out of my face, holding it behind my ear as he watches me, soft groans escaping his lips every time his cock hits the back of my throat.

“Baylor, baby, I’m not going to last if you keep going,” he rasps, and for some reason, it only makes me want to do this more, to have his cum shoot down my throat.

I bob my head up and down faster, using my hands to pump his length in tandem with my mouth. When I look up, his eyes are shut, one hand clutching the bedsheets, the other on the back of my head to control the pace and push my head down further.

His dick pulses in my mouth, and I can tell he’s close so I keep going, letting him fuck my throat. Dusty’s breathing quickens and his body shudders as he comes. Swallowing his release, I sit up on my knees.

“How was that?” I ask.

“Amazing. Incredible. I can’t believe I get to have you for the rest of my life.” He grips his dick, stroking it to keep it hard. “I want to see you ride it, baby.”

I straddle his hips and, using my hand to guide him toward my entrance, sink down on him. We both inhale a breath as I adjust to his size, but then I start rocking my hips, creating friction between us. His hands find my waist and his hips buck up as I start to move up and down on him, skin slapping against skin in a steady rhythm.

Each time our bodies connect, it’s like I’m giving him a piece of my soul and gaining a part of his.

“Come for me, Bay,” he moans.

After a few more thrusts, an orgasm washes over me, my vision fading to black as I splinter around him, my pussy throbbing and his cock pulsing.

When we finish, he pulls me close to him, planting a kiss on my forehead as I lay my head on his chest.

Heart Stringsbrought me so many things. It gave me the confidence to go after what I’ve always wanted, some of the best friends in the world, and it gave me Dusty.

Never in a million years did I think I would compete on a reality dating show, let alone find love on one. I was a skeptic. But now I know that while many things don’t last, the right person will stand by your side no matter what.

That’s what I see in Dusty. As I stare at the diamond ring on my finger and the man lying next to me, I laugh to myself.

I guessHeart Stringsfound me forever, after all.

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