Page 101 of Worthy

Nick shudders as he sinks all the way in, then grinds against me for a minute.

“You like being used, don’t you? My little gutterslut,” he growls, and goosebumps break out across my skin.

“Yes,” I hiss. My dick twitches like it’s going to try to rally, but it doesn’t matter if I come again, it feels so fucking good to be used without having to worry about it. The pressure is off, and I can just enjoy the way he feels. The grip of his fingers on my flesh, the slap of his pelvis against my ass, and how full I feel with him buried deep.

Nick pulls the cinnamon roll off my dick and drops it onto the bag, then leans over me, pinning my wrists to the bed and teasing my mouth while he brutalizes my ass.

“Come for me, use me. Please,” I whisper against his lips, and he shudders. “Make me your cumwhore. I want it.”

He trembles and grinds against me, then fucks me harder as he comes. Heat blooms inside of me, and he moans the sexiest sound before dropping down onto my chest, panting. His grip on my wrists lessens, and I pull them away to wrap my arms around him and run one hand through his hair slowly.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he mumbles into my neck, and I smile as I close my eyes. I could fall asleep like this. Warm, sated, relaxed. His weight is comforting, and I find myself starting to drift off, but when he sits up, my eyes open.

“We should clean up, and we can’t let the cinnamon roll go to waste.” Nick climbs off the bed, and I look at the poor dessert that we violated. It’s falling apart and messy but will probably still taste good. Is it weird that I’m fine eating food that was on my dick? I’m not going to think too hard about it.

Nick goes into the bathroom and comes back with a wet rag and cleans me up. I like that he takes care of me afterward. I’ve never let anyone else do it before, but he insisted, and after just a few days, I’ve started to look forward to it.

He kisses me soft but deep while he drags the warm cloth over my skin. He lingers, enjoying my body in the relaxed state he leaves me in.

While he puts the rag in the laundry, I grab my clothes and get dressed.

We sit on the bed and eat the pastry without talking much, just sharing knowing looks and quick smiles. My cheeks are a little red, but I’m surprised at how not embarrassed I am by this.

“You know I’ll never be able to look at one of these again, right?”

Nick laughs, his shoulders shaking as he shoves another bite into his mouth and licks his fingers. “Yeah, that’s the point.” He looks at me. “You can’t ever forget me now.”

“I don’t think that would be possible, even before this.” I nod at the food in his hand.

“Why’s that?”

I take a minute to answer him, not sure what to say or how to say it, I guess. I’m afraid it’ll sound weird or clingy.

“I—” I cut myself off and take a deep breath. “You make me feel worthy? Important?”

His eyes meet mine, questions and determination swimming in the depths. “What do you mean?”

“I obviously had sex before we met.” I shrug and try to hold his gaze but end up looking down at my lap. “No one cared enough to make sure I got mine or noticed when I didn’t, but even before we got to know each other, you cared. You made sure I was good.”

“Sex is only good if both partners are satisfied.” He lifts my face to see him. “Otherwise, why would you go back for more? I knew after that first time that I needed more, so I made sure I gave you a reason to come back.”

I smile at him and give him a quick kiss, just a brush of lips.

“I appreciate you.”

Nick winks at me and offers me the last piece of the cinnamon roll, but I shake my head, and he eats it.

“I should take you to meet Debbi, she will like you.” Nick lies down on the bed on his side and pats the mattress in front of him.

“Who is Debbi?” I lie in front of him, and he pulls me flush against his chest. Nick settles his face against my neck and kisses my skin.

“She makes the cinnamon rolls,” he says around a yawn.

“I can never meet her!” I turn my head to try to look at him, but he holds me tightly so I can’t roll over. “I violated her masterpiece!”

Nick chuckles and throws his leg over my hip. “It’ll be fine. She’s super sweet, you’ll like her.”

He quickly falls asleep, wrapped around me like a damn octopus, and I can’t stop myself from following him.

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