Page 10 of The Hellhound's Mate
Saph licked at his exposed teeth and leaned against me, pinning me down with his bigger body. His furry abs jostled against my hard cock and tight balls with every fuck of his hips. I clung to his wide shoulders, closing my eyes now and letting every nerve take over and drive me higher.
“You’re the beautiful one,” Saph rumbled in my ear. “And you’ve bewitched me.”
I came with a yell of pure molten release as my fingers bit into fur-covered muscles. The deep, vibrating rumble of Saph’s growl echoed through my strung-out body, and I came down panting and staring up at Saph, knowing my great black beast was coming, too. Saph’s cum should be molten, burning me up inside, like the parts of him that glowed with the fire inside him and felt hot against my skin.
Saph pulled out almost immediately, but wrapped his arms around me and rolled so he was on his back and I was sprawled on top of him. For the longest time, I just let myself rise and fall with his chest, limp and sated to the extreme. With my face tucked into the ruff of fur at Saph’s neck, I sighed lazily and wondered if every morning could start like that.
I was about to put that thought to words when I heard the alert on my phone for the front doorbell camera. Lifting my head, I looked toward the chair where I’d left my phone,weighing the pros and cons of getting up to see who might be there so early in the morning. I was just about to relax back onto my furry pillow when the alert turned into one for someone ringing the bell.
“Are you expecting someone?” Saph asked, sounding as unwilling to move as I felt. “Is that your chef?”
“No.” I put my head back down. “I’m sure they’ll go away.”
But even way down here in a part of the house I hadn’t realized existed until last night, I could hear distant pounding as the doorbell alert sounded again.
Saph patted my butt. “Persistent could mean important.”
With a groan full of attitude, I crawled off Saph and got to my feet beside the bed. I wobbled a bit, feeling like my hips might need to reattach. And, oh, my ass… Getting fucked by a monster cock twice in less than eight hours had left an impression. There wouldn’t be a chance of me forgetting that today.
Saph flashed me a big toothy grin when I groaned through walking over to collect my things from the chair. He clearly knew what he’d done and was proud of himself.
“Don’t look so cocky, Mister,” I said as I ignored yet another doorbell alert. “It means there’s nothing on the menu tonight but a blowjob.”
Saph snorted as he sat up. “I will happily accept whatever attention you wish to give me and return it tenfold.”
There he went, being so incredibly sweet again. Had his life been so lonely? Was he starved for affection? That made me want to get right back into bed with him and spend the day giving him all the attention he could wish for.
But the insistent bastard on my front porch rang again. I snatched my phone and called up the camera app to see who the hell was out there.
Suspicion gripped me when I saw an older man in a navy blue suit with a red, white, and blue bowtie and a clipboard clutchedto his chest. Religious or political solicitation was the only thing I could think of that someone looking like that could possibly want with me.
I toggled on the microphone and speaker in the app. “Yes?” I said sternly.
“Oh, hello!” the man said with a smile and a wave at the camera. “I’m Richard Madison with the local historical society. Do you have some time to talk? In person,” he added with an exaggerated wink. “I do prefer that personal touch.”
Well, that was not going to happen. Not since I was standing there naked while monster cum slithered down the backs of my thighs.
“I’m indisposed at present. Perhaps we could meet later this afternoon or tomorrow. I do prefer an appointment.”
Smile fixed in place, he countered with, “I’ll come back in an hour. See you then!” And he turned and walked down the steps and off the porch.
The nerve! I stabbed at the mic and speaker, tempted but unwilling to scream at the man’s retreating back. I almost turned off the app’s notifications so that when Dick did return I would never know it, but I was sure I’d forget to turn them back on and miss someone important.
“I guess I’m meeting the historical society,” I grouched as I gathered up my clothes and shoes.
“They want to do tours of the house and grounds.” Saph got out of bed, the fur at his groin still sticky and wet from me coming on him, though his cock had disappeared back into its sheath. If he showered again, maybe he’d let me watch.
“Tours?” I asked, trying to focus.
He nodded, claws itching at his chest. “They come around every few months. Dodge always said no. Sometimes creatively.”
“Creatively like what?” I grinned. “Do we have a sprinkler system?”
Saph’s eyes seemed to twinkle. “We don’t, but I can go out and growl and bark. That one can’t see me, but he can hear me.”
I chuckled, imagining that. “Let me try to talk him out of it first, and then, if that doesn’t work, you can absolutely scare him off.”
I went over and stood up on my toes, head tilted back and lips pursed. Saph grinned for a second before leaning down and pecking me on the lips.
