Page 49 of Roped in Chaos
We all serve ourselves, and I moan as I bite into the delicious treat. Her head snaps to me as she bites her lip and crosses her legs. So reactive, and she loves hearing me. I snicker at the reaction and take another bite. It really is good.
Peter clears his throat, and it draws my attention away from it.
“So we have some news,” he says.
Esme and I look at each other and look back at Peter and Phillis as they do the same.
“We’ve decided to fully retire and travel full time,” Phillis squeals with excitement. They clasp their hands together as they both beam. Wide smiles are plastered across their faces, but I feel mine fall. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Esme’s fall too.
“Well,” I cough out. “I’m excited for y’all. Uh, when are you doing this?”
Phillis is the first to speak. “Well we think we’re going to go ahead and leave next week for our first destination. Montana!”
“And what about the farm?” Esme says exactly what I’ve been thinking. I can’t find somewhere new to live and board in a week.
“Well…” Peter turns to me and stares at me with a straight face. “We’d like to leave it to you guys.”
“You what?” I cough.
“You’re like a grandson to us, and I’m assuming this is serious between y’all if you managed to bring her back.”
Esme and I exchange a glance, they don’t knoweverythingthat happened in California, and we’d prefer to keep it that way. I nod in agreement, and he keeps going.
“We want the place to keep its same feel and to stay in the family. You’re it for us.” They squeeze each other’s hands, and I feel my heart squeeze in my chest.
Like Esme knew what I was thinking, we both get up, walk to their side of the table, and hug them. I can’t imagine living anywhere else or doing anything else, so I’m glad this is how it is working out.
“Thank you,” I whisper to Peter. He pats my back, and we pull back from one another. Esme walks over to me and drapes an arm around my waist. She looks up at me and smiles before I bend down and kiss her forehead. This is the best-case scenario, and fuck, I’m so thankful.
We clean up from dinner and head back to my trailer. I’m folding some laundry while Esme is brushing her teeth in the bathroom when she pops her head out.
“So if we get the place,” she mumbles around her toothbrush, “does that mean I can get a mini pig?”
“A what?” I laugh. This woman is off her rocker.
She finishes brushing her teeth before coming out to finish the conversation.
“A mini pig. Ya know, one of those little ones that lie around all day.” She looks up at me and bats her eyelashes. “Puhleaseeee,” she begs. “They’re so cute and wait, look!” She pulls out her phone and shows me a video of one scratching its ass on a table.
I laugh as I bend down and kiss her.
“Yeah, if you want a mini pig, we can get a mini pig.”
“Yes!” she exclaims.
Well, I guess I better start looking for someone to buy a fucking miniature pig from.
Epilogue
Sucker
Esme
We’re on the way to pick up my new pet, and his cock is lodged deep in the back of my throat. The more I suck his dick, the more I want to. I love the feeling of power. I love the smooth skin running over my tongue and the bars that create a slight metallic taste. The twitch and hardening when he’s about to spill down my throat. If I get a chance, I want him in my mouth. Currently, he has one hand on the back of my head to help guide the pace and one hand on the wheel.
“You better hurry up if you want my cum. We’re almost there.” I suck harder and use my hand to fondle his balls while I do. I feel the telltale sign of him getting close when he swells. One lick on the ridge of his head has his breath shutter and his balls emptying into my mouth. I suck hard and swallow it all down. I make sure I don’t waste a single drop. When I’m sure I have it all, I lick his softening dick to clean it up before tucking him back into his pants. I sit up and kiss his cheek before righting myself. I’m just in time as we pull into the driveway of the pig breeder. He smirks and shakes his head while buttoning his pants.
“What?” I laugh back.
