Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“You want more, baby? I’m happy to be of service. But I think we should get you out of this doggy door first, don’t you agree?”
I giggle myself because I’ve just been fucked doggy style in a doggy door. Who knew this would happen? The dirty girl may have met her match, and in the most unexpected of ways too.
5
Logan
Falling back on my ankles, I take a minute to catch my breath as I watch my come drip down Emory’s creamy thighs. It looks good oozing out of her asshole and I reach forward to smear some of it around her back door before going lower to stroke over her folds with the virile fluid. It’s taking a risk, I know, but it feels right to see my come going into her pussy, and I press a kiss to her ass as a gesture of thanks.
I swear, Emory looks even sexier covered in my come. Too bad she’s still stuck in the door but I’m looking forward to popping her out because I’ve got a feeling she’s going to be beautiful.
“I’ve got an idea for getting you out,” I say.
The sweet girl’s still panting and shuddering a bit, and I smirk, glad to take full credit for wearing her out properly.
“Come again?” she murmurs.
I rub her thigh a bit.
“For releasing you from this doggie door,” I say. “I’m going to oil you up a bit, and that should help with the slide.”
Her bottom shakes invitingly.
“Try it,” she murmurs. Sitting back up on my knees, I tuck my cock back in my pants and then I run my fingers through my come on her ass. There’s so much of it that it practically coats my palm, and then I do my best to fit my fingers between her hips and the frame of the doggy door. Slowly, I’m able to squeeze in, and the skin of her tummy and back is silky smooth and soft. Then, I spread the come into her skin, using it like lube. Damn, this is better than the best WD-40.
Once I’ve got Emory good and oiled up, this time, instead of trying to pull her out on my knees, I sit on the porch behind her, flattening my feet against the door to use them as leverage.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’m going to give this the old heave-ho again.”
Her mumbled response is a bit unintelligible, and I attribute it to the force of her climax. Chuckling to myself, I get a good grip on Emory with my arms wrapped around her thighs once again. Then when I pull back with my upper body, I push against the door with my feet. The wood creaks and I almost stop, worried I’m hurting her, but then Emory begins to wiggle. Her big bottom shakes as she tries to free herself, and then with a whoosh, it happens. Emory comes tumbling out onto the porch, landing with a thump on her rear end.
“Shit,” I laugh, breathless.
I’m bowled over from the force of her tumble too, but it’s fine. Meanwhile, Emory turns and looks at me from her sprawled position, blinking slowly like she’s dazed or dreaming. Maybe a bit of both, come to think of it. This whole day has been fucking unbelievable, and I know I’m still surprised by what’s happened.
But now that I’m getting a good look at my new dog walker, my heart stops because the sweet girl really is lovely. Emory’s hair is brown and curly, and I’m immediately thinking about all the positions I’d love to put her in, with my hands tangled in her thick curls. Her eyes are a sweet milk chocolate color, and then she smiles, revealing the cutest dimples. How old is she though? Praying furiously, I hope against hope that she’s at least graduated high school.
“You alright?” I manage in a choked voice.
She smiles and blinks a few more times.
“Guess I’m just a little out of it. Thanks for getting me out of there. That was a stupid thing to do.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure,” I smirk. “If you ever want to do it again, just let me know because I’m happy to help out.”
Her blush deepens and I smirk again.
“What do you say we go inside and I get you some water or something? You look like you could use a minute to rest.”
She pauses for a moment.
“Yes, but who are you? I kind of assumed you were a gardener, or maybe a delivery man, or …”
I grin while extending my hand.
“I’m Logan Henley, the owner of this place. It’s nice to meet you.”
Her cheeks flush bright red while she looks at my hand.
“Oh Mr. Henley, I’m so sorry,” she stammers. “I mean, we’ve never met before and this doesn’t usually happen, I swear,” she apologizes. “I’m very good with Newton, but today he got away from me—”