by Liz Stafford
They stayed that way, hips touching—well, her hip against his right thigh—for a long time, taking in the glasslike water of the small lake, the chirp of crickets that didn’t quiet at their arrival, the creamy yellow moon, and the overwhelming serenity. The combination, along with the woman standing beside him smelling like disinfectant and dog fur, was an aphrodisiac of the most humongous proportions. And right now, so was his dick—of humongous proportions. Bulldog said a small prayer that it wouldn’t lead him into doing anything asinine, then unfolded the blanket and transferred the food to the center.
She came to sit on one side, he on the other. As he dished chicken and coleslaw onto plastic plates, he thought that life couldn’t get any better than this.
They were well into their second pieces of chicken before either of them spoke.
“So,” she said, “tell me about yourself.”
“I’m from Denver—hence the dog’s name, though he came from Boston. Had him shipped in at the age of eight weeks.”
She turned wide eyes on him. “You were eight weeks old when you got a puppy? Your parents let you?”
He gave her a play punch on the arm, then got serious. “My parents died in a car crash when I was three. I was brought up by my grandparents.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
He shrugged. “I barely remember them. The grandparents were awesome, just like real parents so I never lacked anything. As a matter of fact, I think they indulged me in some places parents wouldn’t have. I think they stayed especially close because they feared losing me too. Now, it’s your turn.”
“I’m from right here in LA. I grew up in a single-mom home with three sisters. We all worked hard though and we’re all on our own.” The conversation went on; they talked of their childhoods and their first relationships. It seemed like he could hold nothing back from this woman. Wanted to hold nothing back.
“Marry me, Taryn.”
Chapter Five
Taryn wasn’t sure she heard right. Had he just spoken the words, or had her brain conjured them out of the fantabulous night air?
He leaned down, not waiting for an answer—or perhaps fearing it—and laid his lips on hers. She felt herself kissing him, as though this might be a last meal. His hands landed on her breasts. Taryn wanted the shirt fabric out of the way and started to help, but he pushed her hands away, got to his knees, straddling her, and undid the buttons. Slowly. Too slowly, and yet not slow enough.
Bulldog bent over. His hot breath awakened her nipples. They came to attention—“yes, sir, anything you want to do, sir.” He licked one, then the other and she nearly came apart. Nearly became one with the blanket.
He sat up, keeping his weight off her legs, and removed his T-shirt. Oh gosh, he looked just like the guys in those jean commercials…
Except for the nipples. No guy in ANY commercial she’d ever seen, no guy she’d ever been with, had thick, huge nipples like that. Already erect, they stuck out like jellybeans. God, she couldn’t wait to taste them. To grab one between her teeth and nibble and suckle—like a starving baby.
Slow down, girl. Dumb to eat all the cookies in the jar at the same time.
Taryn feathered a hand up his stomach, stopping to trace a finger in his navel. The finger kept moving, as if on its own, into the crevice of one ab muscle, across to the other side. Bulldog’s breath hitched as she fingered a little higher. One side to the other, sampling and absorbing all she could about this man with only one name.
Finally, she had to touch one of those mouth-sized nipples. Just a tweak with two fingers. His breath did that funny in-out thing again and he leaned down. One second he had both hands on her breasts. The next, he’d sucked one of her nipples to the back of his throat. She couldn’t think any more. What he was doing—it was about the most erotic thing.
But it was her turn now. Taryn had to have her own taste. She pushed on his chest. He took the hint and sat up; her nipple popped from his mouth like a child’s pacifier. He rolled onto his back and she took her position, straddling him the way he’d done to her, except she had to sit behind the lump in his shorts. Being so loose, the shorts did nothing to hold it in place. What if his cock was proportionally as big as his nipples? If so, she was in huge trouble. Something that size…
She had to find out. Taryn curved her fingertips under the elastic waistband and eased the shorts down, down, and up, up over Bulldog’s taut penis. Oh god, oh god, oh god. She transferred the jogging shorts down those thick thighs, down those defined calves and off those bare feet. Where had his shoes gone? Oh heck, who cared?
The shorts landed beside the shirt. Taryn made her way back up his legs, kissing and fondling and nipping. The nips made him twitch and then groan. She grinned, wondering if he’d like her to do to his cock what he’d done to her nipple. Only one way to find out.
No preliminaries, she dropped down on the unsuspecting penis and sucked it right to the back of her throat. For a second she thought she’d hurt him because he sounded like he was gagging.
Chapter Six
Bulldog sat up like a rocket, his only thought to get her off him. If his dick hit the roof of her mouth one more time, he was going to go off like a firecracker. Only one thought, one focus tonight, to make this woman fall as much in love with him as he was with her. If it took ten cold showers when he got home, so be it, but he would leave her satisfied no matter what.
Taryn seemed to really like what he did to her breasts, but he suspected there was more—a lot more—to this tiny, dark-skinned woman. Bulldog encouraged her to lie back on the blanket. She looked a bit confused. She probably thought he didn’t like her mouth on him. He shot her a reassuring smile. No words would be needed tonight. Tomorrow this angel could vocalize her needs and desires, but tonight was on him.
He nudged her knees apart, bent down and plunged his tongue into her sweet nectar, licking and tasting and nibbling. Not a sound came from her lips, but he didn’t need to look to know she craved this. Her legs sprang apart. Her fleshy lips parted like the automatic doors at the arena. Oh yeah, baby.
One, two, three, four laps of his tongue and one suck on her clit and she came, arching her back and propelling herself against his mouth. If he had this the rest of his life…
He laid forward on her, chest to chest, nose to nose, waiting for her heartbeat to slow and her breathing to return to normal. She lifted her face and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He pulled back and repeated his earlier question, “Marry me.”
Still, he didn’t wait for an answer. Bulldog rolled off, dug into the pockets of his shorts and came up with a single condom. Just one. He wiggled it in the air.
She sat up and helped him roll it over the straining flesh. He hefted her onto his lap, poised her over his cock then lowered her onto it. They both groaned.
Taryn lifted up, till he was almost totally clear of her. Then she dropped, hard. She’d better not do that too many times or that vow he made to satisfy her regardless would fly up to that full moon. Apparently she suffered the same affliction because she came for a second time almost right away. As she sagged against his chest, her pussy pulsing around him, he let go, pouring every bit of emotion and juice into the tight blue plastic.
They stayed that way, arms clenched around each other—Taryn snoring lightly, Bulldog wide awake—till dawn poked its yellow and purple haze over the lake. A loon cried. A beaver splashed. Taryn awoke. She blinked several times. When the world came into focus, she smiled and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Will my name become Taryn Bulldog?”
“No, just Mrs. Bulldog.”
**Liz**
To read more about the characters connected to this series, check out The Great Dane (Jannick and Rianna) by Liz Stafford and Long-Haired Persian (Tonya and Gaspar) by Liz Stafford.
Liz Stafford
Liz Stafford is new to the world of short stories—and loving it. Being a pet lover and ex-dachshund breeder, introducing a clinic full of pets seemed only right, and
natural. Adding men made it even more so…
Email Liz at: [email protected]
Table of Contents
Title page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Liz Stafford