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he reached behind to turn the doorknob. Once inside, we nearly tripped over his shoes as
we tried to walk while entangled in each other. His hand firmly squeezed my butt to keep
me balanced. But while walking backward with my eyes were closed, I bumped into the
arm of his sofa and dragged us both back.
¡°Oh my god, I¡¯m so sorry.¡± I pulled away, embarrassed and gasping for air. I felt all of
his body weight on top of me as his face hovered above mine, a smirk pulling at his lips.
¡°You kidding? This is even better,¡± he said huskily and his warm breath on my neck
made my skin tingle. Like he read my mind, he lowered his mouth to my neck. Tipping
my head back, I inhaled deeply, letting a moan escape when his soft lips moved down my
collarbone.
Quickly, he adjusted my bottom, so my head was leaning on the armrest and I felt his
whole body on top of mine as his lips trailed closer to my cleavage. I couldn¡¯t believe how
solid his arms were as they pressed down on me, while I felt each individual muscle
through his sleeveless top. His coarse hand slid over my waist, scratching against my skin,
making me breathe deeper in pleasure.
Shifting, he moved so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and I gasped when I felt
his swollen length throb between my thighs. I thrusted my hips toward his, needing to
feel him pulse against me, before moving to a slow grind.
¡°Fuck, Samantha,¡± he breathed into my chest before raising his head, ¡°you¡¯re so wild,¡±
and crushed his lips back to mine while gyrating his hips against me. I could feel his
member growing harder. I was getting wet and when his right hand groped my breast, my
knees shivered against my waist.
His thumb slid underneath the cup of my bra, finally teasing my nipple and I
whispered, ¡°Oh, Isaac.¡±
Right as his free hand grazed the waistband of my jeans, we were interrupted by a
scurry of paws across the hardwood floor, followed by an enthusiastic, woof, woof!
¡°Goddammit, Buddy,¡± Isaac blurted out and I had to giggle, despite the mood killer.
Sitting with his head cocked and one ear flopped over, the German Shepherd stared at us
with a yellow tennis ball at his feet. ¡°Not now, boy.¡±
Woof!
