Page 83 of Pippin & Nacho

Instead, I doubled down. Nate had said he wanted to come inside me, but I also wanted his cum to flood in my mouth. We could have sex later when he recovered.

But Nate didn’t let me. He tugged on my hair, forcing me to pop off. “No, I want to be inside you.”

“Please, Star. Come in my mouth.”

He processed my words, but shook his head. “I want to be inside you. We’ll suck each other off later tonight.”

Appeased, I nodded and stood.

“Remove your clothes, Sam.”

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, sliding them off my legs. Next, I took off my T-shirt and tossed it to the ground. Last, I removed my underwear.

Nate sat on the couch, lazily pumping his dick as he scanned my body, watching me undress.

My cock throbbed and ached, but I didn’t touch it. I stood there, waiting for my instructions.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, baby. Get on the couch on your knees and lean over the back. I want to play with your hole.”

An arousing shudder traveled through my body as I did as I was told. My knees sunk into the worn couch cushions as I rested my chest onto the back of the couch, exposing my ass to my star. It was vulnerable, and my mind kept flashing to when those assholes touched me as a kid, but they never had me like this. Only Nate. I trusted him with every fiber of my being.

His fingers spread my cheeks, and he puffed his breath over my hole. I clenched on instinct, but when he swiped his tongue over it, my body melted into the couch.

His tongue was warm and wet. How did this feel so good? It didn’t make sense to me, but I didn’t complain either. The arousing sensation was so relaxing, I struggled to keep my thoughts on track. My mind slipped into a life with Nate where we were married, promising we would never separate until the day we died. No matter where life took us or if we lost everything and had to live on the streets again, so be it. As long as Nate was with me, everything would be okay.

My Polaris made every bad thing forgettable whenever he touched me. I’d never suffered, my brain was intact, and I was… normal. Nate made me whole and made this horrible world worth living for.

The coldness across my skin pulled me back to the present.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, kissing the globes of my ass. “I’m never going anywhere, not without you.”

His hands slid up my back as he kissed my skin. One of his hands slipped under my stomach and down until he fisted my weeping cock. The rush of arousal swept across me, and I shuddered at his touch.

“Let’s open you up more, baby.”

He kissed my back again and let go of my dick, leaving me needy for his touch, but I said nothing, knowing Nate wouldn’t leave me hanging.

I craned my neck to watch him pour lube into his hand and stroke himself, getting his cock oily and ready for me. My heart beat faster, knowing we were about to have sex soon. It wasn’t just about the sex or fucking. We made love and explored our bodies, still learning about each other—what made us tingle, what made us cry out in pleasure, what made us come.

Soon, Nate inserted his finger inside me. There was a slight pressure, but since he’d rimmed me, I opened up easily for him.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“So good.”

I leaned down again, resting my head on my arms, shoving my ass back, enjoying Nate’s fingers.

After massaging my hole with three fingers, he pulled them out, leaving me empty, but he’d be filling me up soon enough. My dick throbbed with anticipation.

“On your back, Sam. I always want to see your face when you come. It’s a beautiful thing.”

“I like watching you, too.”

After I fell onto my back on the cushions, Nate attacked me, taking my mouth in his. He thrust his stiff cock on mine as we consumed each other. Having his dick rub up against my dick was insane and something I wanted to explore more of next time.

When we came up for air, he said, “Pull your legs back for me. Let me get in there. I fucking need to be inside you like yesterday.”

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