Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
He runs his finger slowly down the center of my chest, and I arch my back, trying to get closer to his touch. When he lightly pinches my nipple, I cry out his name. “Keep doing that,” I manage to mutter as a shiver races up my spine.
He kisses his way over to one nipple and sucks it into his warm mouth while he plucks and rolls my other nipple between his fingers.
“Tell me what you want.” My mind goes blank as he devours my nipple.
“Please, more.” I have no idea what I’m begging for.
He slides two fingers deep into my core, knowing exactly what I need. Sensations hit me from all sides as he drives me higher while whispering all the dirty things he has planned for me.
Oh boy. I’m all for it. All of it.
I take several deep breaths, drawing much-needed oxygen into my lungs, while he kisses his way down my body. He presses his tongue deep into my core and fucks me with his very talented tongue. Sparks go off behind my closed eyelids as an orgasm shoots through me.
Lennox slowly licks my clit as I ride out the orgasm before he places little kisses along the inside of my thigh.
When he presses two fingers deep into my pussy, I come again. Man, I’m easy. Or he’s just that good. It really doesn’t matter. No matter what, I’m one lucky girl.
He kisses his way back up my body, leaving little nips along the way, waking up all my nerve endings.
His warm lips cover mine and his tongue explores my mouth, distracting me. The next thing I know, his massive cock slides deep with one press of his hips. I dig my nails into his muscular ass cheeks and grind my heels into the mattress while lifting my hips up to meet his thrusts.
He drops his elbows down on either side of my head, and his warm breath brushes against my cheek as he frantically thrusts over and over again. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”
“Please.” Me begging him seems to be an ongoing theme, but he knows exactly what I need. He slides his hand between our bodies and slowly circles my clit with his thumb, sending another climax soaring through me.
He thrusts a couple more times before he comes, growling my name. As his cock jerks deep inside my pussy, I hope this is the time he gets his wish and knocks me up.
Chapter 11
Lennox
Moving Willow and her fluffy dictator into my place is an experience, to say the least. We end up storing her furniture in the fourth garage stall I never use. One day, we’ll figure out what to do with it all, but not at the moment.
Willow’s surprisingly organized, all calm efficiency amid the chaos of boxes and furniture rearrangement. Since I’ve returned to working in the field, I’m not around as much, so unpacking is falling mostly on her shoulders.
Convincing the little shit he’s no longer welcome in our bed isn’t easy, but it has to be done. I’ve been sleeping horribly every night since the little terror refuses to sleep anywhere except right between Willow and me.
I tried to be patient, but after weeks of being nudged off the bed by a furry dictator in miniature, I'm grouchy and in need of sleep.
We decide to order him a fancy-ass dog bed that attaches to Willow’s side of the bed. Chewy views our attempts to negotiate with him with contempt, so I end up taking a different, more direct approach with him. I firmly place him on the fancy dog bed and stare into his eyes, sending a non-verbal message that can be summarized as "I am the alpha male. You will obey," as I lie down next to Willow.
The little shit grumbles and whines but doesn’t jump out of the bed. At least not right away. At some point in the night, he sneaks into our bed and snuggles between us.
The next night, we follow the same routine, but I force myself to lie wide awake in the dark, waiting for him to make his move. When his little paws scoot over the covers, I lean up and growl his name. With a look of utter defeat, he trots back over to his bed and drops down. He whines a bit, but after a few minutes of assessing the situation, the tiny dictator snuggles into his bed and finally falls asleep.
After that, things settle into a somewhat predictable rhythm. Willow’s working from home now, her office a corner of the living room. Chewy’s at her feet, acting as her personal furry foot warmer. He still gets her attention during the day, and I get to spend the entire night with her wrapped in my arms.
It only took Chewy a few nights to realize his lavish dog bed is actually quite comfortable. He stopped holding a grudge against me for kicking him out and has become my little shadow again when I’m home.