Page 59 of Pippin & Nacho

“So, I make the rules.”

I whined and fisted his hair tighter, but didn’t force him on my cock. “Please…”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Nate didn’t go easy on me then, sucking me hard, using his tongue and hand while using his other hand to tug on my balls.

Soon, I was rushing cum into his mouth as I cried out. I wasn’t sure what, but it had to be about coming because fuck… My heart was thundering, and my breathing came in gasps. When Nate licked me clean, my body trembled like it was shocked with electricity.

“Stop, stop… no more.”

“You sure? I could do another round.”

I laughed and pulled him up on top of me. “No way. It’s your turn.”

After yanking his clothes off, he fell onto his back in bed, and I swallowed his pretty dick down my throat as far as it would go, loving his earthy and salty taste. It also had a touch of sweetness to it, too, reminding me of sweet and sour. Maybe we could make Chinese food tonight. Did we have the ingredients?

“Shit, your mouth, Sam… Perfection. More, baby. More.”

His words and tugging on my hair brought back my focus. God, I adored him for it.

“Can you… put your finger in me? I… like that.”

One day, he would want me inside him. I loved him fucking me, but I think I needed to try to be in him. He liked that, and I should give it to him.

Without saying a word, I ran my finger through my spit on his cock, and swirled it around his hole before easing my finger in.

His back arched, and he groaned. “Yeah… that feels good. Suck me some more.”

With my finger thrusting in and out and sucking him down, Nate came in no time. I swallowed his entire load, savoring it. I could suck him all day.

When I pulled off, I climbed up next to him. We curled into each other and kissed for a while, tasting our cum, before we finally got up to get ready for our day.

I climbed out of bed and pulled on my underwear. “Do you have to work tomorrow?” I hoped not. Nate worked too much. He’d been working at the grocers for only three weeks, but it felt like three months.

“Yeah, I have Wednesday and Sunday off this week.”

All that pleasure we just gave each other instantly washed away with oncoming anxiety. “You work too much. Why can’t you take the day off?”

“Sam, you know I can’t. I just want us to have some money for a rainy day. We never get to save anything. Plus, working there… maybe I’ll eventually get promoted. I could even be a store manager one day if I work hard and am always on time.”

“No!”

Nate stopped putting on his T-shirt and looked at me with his wide, dark eyes. “No?”

“I mean… it’s…”

I flopped onto the bed and deflated, letting out a long sigh. “It’s just that I miss you, and I get… nervous.” Okay, time for honesty. “What if… you don’t come back?”

Nate squatted in front of me and fingered back my long bangs. “Is that why you’re so worried when I’m gone?”

I nodded. “That and… I don’t like you not at home. I’m used to you here with me. It makes me feel safe.”

“You’re always safe, baby. Even when I’m not home. No one can hurt you.”

I huffed and stood, pacing. “You don’t know that! Or what if someone hurts you and…”

“Anything can happen, Sam. We can’t control the world around us all the time.”

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