Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Of course,” I reply, practically vibrating with excitement. My heart warms at the thought of our furry companion settling in at home.
Albert, our tiny bundle of energy, wiggles adorably in my lap, trying to see out the window. His huge paws occasionally tap against me as Atlas drives the four miles to Riverbend Ridge.
An hour and several hundred dollars later, we emerge from the pet store, arms laden with a plush new bed, shiny bowls, bags of premium dog food, and a large assortment of colorful toys ranging from squeaky bones to fuzzy balls. "I can’t believe one little puppy needs so much stuff." Atlas chuckles, shaking his head with a grin.
“This is just a little start.” I laugh, remembering all the doggie things Winnie had.
A couple of days later, I decide it’s time for Albert to get a little homeschooling. Before I start, I set my phone up on the table, hoping it’ll capture our latest training session. This one’s for Atlas, who deserves to see the adorable chaos I’m causing in our brand-new home.
I count to three, making sure the video’s on and the lighting’s right. “You’ll never believe what a pro he is,” I tell the camera, sitting cross-legged on the floor and motioning for Albert to join me. He bounds into view like a furry tornado, collar jingling and ears flopping with every step. “We’ve been working really hard, and I think you’ll be impressed.” I can’t stop laughing as the puppy pounces into my lap.
Albert enthusiastically licks my face. He’s unstoppable, wiggling and squirming until we’re both dizzy. “We’re working on sit and stay,” I say, breathless and happy and not bothering to correct the adorable little thing.
We finally make some progress, and Albert decides to cooperate. He looks at the camera, more serious than I’ve ever seen him, and my heart does a little backflip at the adorable sight. “Stay,” I instruct him, crossing my fingers behind my back. It works for exactly three seconds, and then he’s back to acting like a whirling tornado. I send the video to Atlas anyway, just to show him who’s really boss.
That night, the house is so quiet except for Albert’s whines and cries from his crate, which breaks my heart. Atlas’s shift doesn’t end until tomorrow morning, so I put my new favorite troublemaker in the bed and let him settle in next to me. I send the picture to Atlas with a quick text.
Me
Missing you, but at least I have another handsome little guy to keep me company.
Hot Fire Captain
Tell him not to get used to it. That little shit isn’t sleeping with us tomorrow night.
Me
We’ll see
We’re still asleep when he gets home in the morning. Albert growls and barks adorably when he hears Atlas’ footsteps in the hall.
I giggle, realizing Albert’s taken over half the bed and most of the blankets. I pull the quilt tighter around us, both of us trying to look innocent as Atlas walks into the room. It doesn’t work, but it’s fun to pretend.
“Good morning, baby.” Atlas kicks his boots off and looks at the pair of us like he can’t decide whether to laugh or scold us. “You two are something else,” he says as he starts stripping.
“The crate is big and scary.” It’s true. The little guy practically gets lost in it.
“Uh-huh.” Atlas snuggles against me, wrapping his arms around both of us. “You’re a big softy.” Well, duh. We already knew that. Atlas rests his chin on my head as the small puppy settles in between us. I love it so damn much, I could burst.
After Albert falls deep asleep, Atlas tucks the sleeping puppy into his warm, cozy bed on the floor next to our bed.
When Atlas returns to the bed and pulls me into his arms, I snuggle up against his muscular body. “Now, I get a little alone time with you.” He nuzzles the side of my neck, and I suddenly hope our puppy takes a long nap.
I dive into blowing her mind like a man possessed. I bury my fingers deep in her sopping wet pussy, causing her tight walls to clench hard. She reaches between us to wrap her soft hand around my rock-hard cock. She jumps right into stroking me with a rhythm that’s already threatening to make me blow my load like a goddamn teenager. Fuck. I’m teetering on the edge, and I haven’t even gotten inside her sweet pussy yet.
I slip off the bed, her whimper of protest cut short as I yank her curvy ass to the edge, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy glistens, begging for my tongue, and I don’t waste a second. I bury my face between her thighs and plunge my tongue into her dripping slit. I lap up her sweet, tangy taste like a starving man. Her moans are fucking music to my ears. Her hips jerk against my mouth as I suck and lick her swollen clit, driving her closer to the edge.