Page 72 of Playing With My Heart Strings

baylor

Road Head

The past fewdays flew by faster than I expected. Dusty went on his solo dates with Valerie, Sage, and Katherine, but, unfortunately, hasn’t had any opportunities to sneak out to see me.

“You’re coming on my tour bus with me,” Dusty whispers in my ear from behind me as he walks by. I stand there shocked for a minute. Bold of him to suggest that in front of the other girls. “I already let the producers know I wanted…extra time…with you.”

“You coming, Baylor?” Sage waves me over from the contestant bus.

“I…uh…”Dammit, Baylor get it together.

“There’s something on my bus that I need to give her, right, Baylor?” Dusty calls from the stairs of his bus.

“Right. Yes. I have to grab that. Don’t wait for me!” I tell Sage, who gives me a suspicious look but lets me go.

“Smooth, darlin’.” Dusty laughs as I get on the bus.

“I could say the same thing to you.” I flip him off. “What did you need to give me?”

He grabs me by the waist, pulling me close to kiss me. I find it hard to pull away, as our mouths explore each other and only separating to come up for air, so he finally does. “I’ll give you a hint,” he hums as he guides my hand to the front of his jeans.

“The other girls are going to wonder where I am.” I try to reason with him.

“We’ll be fine. They won’t even notice you’re gone.”

Doubtful, but…

He hoists me up, bridal style, and I can’t hold back the sound that leaves my lips as he walks us into the bedroom part of the bus and slams the door shut.

He throws me onto the bed, which is surprisingly soft for being on a tour bus.Is this memory foam?

My thoughts are forced elsewhere when Dusty climbs onto me, not wasting any time as he pulls my panties down. I bend my legs to make it easier for him.

“Black lace. My favorite,” he purrs as puts them in the inside of his jacket pocket. “These are mine now.”

Before I can protest, he reaches under my skirt again, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reaches the apex of my leg. His touch alone is enough to turn me on, and when he finally inserts a finger, he groans with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked. Can you feel how wet you are?” he asks as he withdraws his finger, spreading my arousal over my clit and the outside of my pussy.

“Mmm,” I moan as he rubs circles over the most sensitive part of me then plunges his finger back in, picking up his pace as he fucks me with his hand.

I not only feel how wet he’s making me, I hear it as he adds another finger, thrusting them inside me and then switching to a “come here” motion.

Just as I’m about to come undone, he stops and hikes up the flowy fabric of my skirt so I’m entirely bared to him.

“I’m going to taste you when you come,” he explains as he plants kisses up my inner thigh, his mustache tickling my skin. When he finally latches his mouth onto me, he moans. The vibration sends a shock wave up my body, causing me to arch my back and buck my hips closer to his face. His tongue works me in tandem with his fingers, and a blaze ignites in my toes.

“Oh, God,” I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. A warm, wet sensation trickles down the inside of my thighs, and I can’t tell if it’s from me or his tongue.

“You are fucking gorgeous when you come. I could taste this pretty pussy and make you squirt on my face all day if you’d let me,” he praises.

So it was me. But holy shit.I’m about to come again from his words alone.

“Will you let me fuck you all day, Baylor?” he asks as he lowers his mouth just above my clit.

“Y-yes.”

When he sucks on my clit, I cry out again. This man is going to absolutely destroy me. Before I can push him off because the sensation is too much, he stands and takes off his shirt. Then his pants. And his boxers.

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