“A sweet little granny at church was selling them and I jumped on the chance. Poodles are a great breed. My parents have two. They’re smart and sweet and easy to train. Pets are good for you, you know. They make you happier.”
“It thinks it’s a dog,” I noted. Its poof of a tail was wagging, its whole body moving with the motion. “It does little dog things but it’s smaller than a rodent, and not a large rodent. I don’t want a dog, but if I did it wouldn’t be something utterly useless like this thing.”
Ro was unfazed. “We’ll see. This is only day one.”
“You’re not as cute as you think you are,” I told it. The cursed thing was still giving me that soul sucking stare. “What does it want from me?” I asked with disgust.
“Love.”
My brows shot up and I sent Ro an arch look. “It’s come to the wrong place for that. I thought you said it was smart.”
“The more shit you talk about this dog, the more silly you’re going to look when she steals your heart. I’m not above rubbing it in.”
That reminded me. I leered at her. “Me neither. Come here.”
“Nope, sorry. I’m only attracted to men that love dogs. We’re obviously not compatible.”
“Come closer and say that to my face. Better yet, come sit on my lap and tell me all about it.”
She got the puppy, staying carefully out of arm’s reach the entire time, and walked out of the room.
“Quit trying to normalize my life!” I yelled after her.
“Never,” she returned.
About twenty minutes later, I went looking for her. I peeked into her office, and she was bending over her desk, her hand busy drawing. The little Muppet was sleeping in a corner on what looked like a nest of blankets she’d put together.
I approached her quietly, pressing myself against her back and taking a look at what she was drawing.
It was another adorably savage unicorn drawing. Mayhem was smiling like an angel and holding a black little ball of fluff with sweet eyes in a baby carrier strapped to his chest.
They were watching while the pink unicorn used a gas can and her cigarette to set the blue one on fire as it screamed in agony.
“That’s sexual harassment,” she noted wryly.
“Oh, yeah? Get a load of this.” I pushed my erection against her backside. “That picture is a bit bloodthirsty, even for you.” I rubbed against her as I spoke, humping my hardness into her softness.
She’d dropped the pencil and was bracing herself against the desk now. Perfect. I took out my dick, lifted her skirt, and kicked her feet smartly together. I reached between her legs and was gratified when I found her wet. With one finger, I traced a path along her cleft, dragging her panties to the side.
I’d grown from hard and primed to heavily aroused and ready to mount.
“Squeeze your thighs together,” I told her. I shoved my cock between her legs, thrusting without going in, her wet cunt making the slide smooth.
I reached around her and dragged her dress and bra down so I could grip her breasts as I continued to pump. I leaned down and bit her earlobe very softly as I said, “You think I’m good with my hands and my tongue, but this is where I’m best of all. This is just a pale imitation of what my cock can do to your pussy. I’d ride you so good. Squeeze harder.”
I snaked one hand down and found her clit. I rubbed as I humped faster and faster between her legs and along her sex. “Nothing’s more satisfying than going balls deep into cunt. For you, for me.” I pinched her nipple and clit at the same time, and she came.
I gripped her hips and started rubbing harder, letting loose. When I started to come, I reached for her panties, shoving my tip inside to soak the lacy cloth. I rubbed the material against us both. “So close,” I rasped into her ear. “My cum is all over your sex. Get on birth control, cupcake.”
For once she didn’t say anything. I felt her forehead. “Why are you so quiet? Are you feeling okay?”
When she caught her breath, she said, “I couldn’t get a word in. You were talking enough for both of us.”
We showered together. She delighted me by sitting on the bench seat under the spray and worked on her deep throating skills. She was outdoing herself every day.
Still, I pushed it even further. I just couldn’t help myself.
I pulled her mouth off just short of coming and pinned her hard and chest first into the wall of the shower.
I got her off with my hands. She was dripping wet and I dragged the moisture from her sex to her back entrance.
I got down on my knees and tongued her ass enthusiastically while my fingers got her off again, one working her clit, the other fucking her with purpose.
It was a few steps past straight intercourse as far as these things went but I was going to put it absolutely anywhere she let me and there wasn’t any way I wouldn’t at least shoot my shot here.
Literally.
I stood up, pushed a finger in and met resistance. “Take a deep breath,” I whispered into her ear.
She did it, and I buried my finger in her ass.
I started stroking in and out, my other hand busy on her clit.
She was trembling and panting but strangely quiet.
“I’m going to fuck your ass unless you tell me to stop,” I rasped into her ear roughly. “Tell me to stop,” I added for good measure.
She didn’t say one word and I dragged the head of my cock against her sex, getting lubed up on her pleasure.
I timed it just right, she was coming from my fingers rubbing off her clit as I pulled my finger out and pushed the head of my cock into her back entrance and she took it easier that way.
Easier but not easy. I was big and even a handful of orgasms can only get you so relaxed.
I was halfway in when I stopped. “Tell me this is okay,” I told her, voice pained. “Tell me you want this.”
She’d just been so quiet. I had to hear her voice.
“I want it,” her answer was soft and breathless, but she didn’t fucking stutter.
I rammed home and lost my mind, owning her ass with a purpose, finesse gone, brain off, every thought out the window as I gripped her hips and fucked her how I needed it. Hard and fast. Deep and perfect.
It was so fucking good that I proposed to her at least twice before I came balls deep.
I was kissing and touching her everywhere when I finished. I pulled out slowly and washed us both, hands reverent, lips on every piece of flesh I could touch.
“Was that okay?” I asked her. I was well aware I’d crossed a line, done something we’d never even discussed before. I was drunk with the headiness of it, but not so out of it that I didn’t need to know her thoughts on the matter.
“It was,” she said, her voice steadier than mine.
I was reassured. I kissed her deeply and got her off again.
We prepared for bed, and it was only as I was lying down to sleep that I realized what she was doing.
She was making a little nest for the puppy beside the bed.
“Put it somewhere else,” I told her. “It will bother us if it sleeps in here.”
“I’m going to get the stuff to crate train her tomorrow, but for tonight I’d like to keep her close in case she needs anything. I don’t want her wandering off before the house is puppy proofed. Also, it’s her first night away from her mama, and I don’t want her to be scared.”