Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“You want me to do that?” I ask.
“I’m almost finished.”
Good enough. I grab her shower poof and squirt some gel into it. Lather is an amazing thing. The shitty soap on the inside never lathered.
When she’s done with her hair, I move toward her with the lathered pouf and slide it over her breasts, tweaking her nipples in the process. She lets out a soft gasp. I glide it over her body until she’s covered in suds.
She takes the pouf from me and does the same. Lathers me all over. Then we take turns standing in the water, rinsing off.
Then she does something that takes me completely by surprise.
She melts against my body, and slides down, the water still pelting us.
And she takes my dick between her gorgeous lips.
I can’t help it. I groan. A long slow groan that comes from the very core of me.
I haven’t had my dick in a woman’s mouth in so long.
I’d love to be on the bed savoring this, but watching her slowly suck me as the water showers her face is perfection.
I won’t last long for sure.
And damn… She’s good at this. Or have I just not had it in so long?
No, she’s good.
She takes me almost to the back of her throat and then pulls back, using her fist to help her with the friction.
Every time she gets to my cock head, she sucks right on the tip, making me insane.
I’d like for her to come, but—
“Fuck!” I pull out of her mouth quickly and spurt into the shower.
The orgasm takes me, shatters me, and I revel in the feelings, until, when I finally open my eyes—
She’s still on her knees.
I help her to her feet, kiss her red lips. “That was amazing, Vannah.”
“You could have…”
“What?”
Her cheeks blush a soft rose. “You could’ve come in my mouth. I don’t mind.”
Damn. Those are fighting words.
“I didn’t want to be presumptuous.” I squeeze her ass. “Next time, I’ll take you up on that.”
Which means, of course, there will be a next time. I may be a fucking ex-con, and she may be my parole officer, but this isn’t ending anytime soon.
I won’t allow it.
We arrive at the animal shelter by noon, after having breakfast and coffee in town.
“What kind of dogs do you like?” Savannah asks.
“I like bigger dogs,” I say. “But I like to raise them from pups. My folks used to raise golden retrievers when we were little. I’ve been around pups most of my life, so I like raising them myself.”
“So you wouldn’t take an adult dog?”
“Sure, I would, if I found the right one. But I do like raising a pup.”
“I’m getting an older dog,” she says. “I feel like they’re harder to place, you know? And I want to make sure I can give one of them a good home.”
“That’s sweet of you, Vannah.”
“Plus… They’re usually already housetrained. Or at least easier to housetrain because their bladders are bigger.”
I laugh. Sort of. “Good point.”
I pull into the drive. The shelter’s always open on the weekends because that’s when most people are looking for animals to adopt. This particular shelter is where I got my pup Sam, the one Raven raised for me.
Once we get out of the car, the yips and yaps from the shelter become louder. Several people are already there, and we check in with one of the volunteers and then look around.
“This is so difficult,” Savannah says. “I want to take them all.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling.”
Growing up on a ranch, I’ve been around animals my whole life. Horses, cattle, chickens, cats, and dogs. I’ve always loved animals. I could never allow myself to get too close to the cattle. Most of them end up on someone’s dinner table. But I loved the horses and the dogs.
Especially the dogs.
I’ve never been much of a cat person. But the cats serve a purpose on the ranch. They keep the barns free of rats and other rodents.
My mom is a cat person. The rest of us are dog people.
We walk along, looking at all the dogs. Vannah tries not to look too long. I can tell she’s feeling sorry for all of them, wanting to take them all home.
But then we stop at a kennel. A medium-size dog with golden fur and light brown eyes stares at us longingly. Beside her sits a pup who looks just like her, except his eyes are dark brown.
A volunteer smiles. “That’s Sydney and her pup, Teddy. She came in pregnant, had her litter. All the other pups have been adopted.”
“Oh she’s beautiful,” Savannah says. “They’re both beautiful.”
“The pup is a little demon,” the volunteer says, “but cute as a button. And Sydney, she’s as sweet as you could want. She’s been a wonderful mother to her nine pups.”
Savannah kneels. “Hi, Sydney. You’re such a beautiful girl.”