Epilogue
Sucker
Esme
W e’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.
“Nothin’. You’re just too good at that. Admit it, baby, you’re obsessed with my cock,” he leans over and kisses me. He groans as he tastes himself on my tongue.
I pull back and push at his shoulder.
“Fucking stop.” I laugh. “We’re never gonna get in there.”
He lunges at my throat, and I squeal before clawing at the car door handle to get out. I turn around to find him cracking up so I leave his ass behind and walk up to the door. I knock, and an older woman opens it.
“Hi, I’m Esme. I called about some mini pigs?”
“Oh yes, come on in.”
She leads me in, and we walk into the backyard. There’s a bunch of little bacon seeds nosing into the ground, and my heart melts into a puddle. I bounce on the balls of my feet before walking over to them. I pick a patch of grass to sit on, and one walks up to me. It’s pink and black spotted, and when I scratch its belly, it flops on its side to allow easier access. I look up to find Asher standing on the back porch watching me, his hands in his pockets. Grinning up at him, I immediately pull out my phone to snap a picture. I type up a quick message and send it over to Hannah. She doesn’t understand the change from the hills of Hollywood to the plains of Oklahoma, but she’s happy for me. We chat every once in a while and she humors me by ooing and aweing over the baby animal pictures she receives on a regular basis. She is living her best life out in California, keeping her same hobbies and I couldn’t be happier for her. I’m sure at some point she’ll settle down, but she’s not ready for that just yet.
“That the one?” Asher hollers at me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah…it is,” I say back.
We get back home, and I make the perfect little pen for him. Asher wraps his arm around me, and I lean into his touch.
“It’s our first baby together,” I say.
“It sure is,” he responds. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on my lips. I’m so in love.