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I take one last look at the deconstructed pile of rubble and go inside to inform my team that we’ll be closing down for a while.
12
The Transport
Sam
Karla, who runs the shelter in Camden, has agreed to take the dogs. Sara and I load them up and take the two-hour trip. We’ve unloaded all of the dogs and supplies, and Karla opens the door to the truck and reaches for Lucky.
“Not him,” I tell her. “He’s coming home with me.”
“I should have figured he was your dog. You don’t see many pure breeds that young in the shelters,” she replies, gazing warmly at Lucky.
“Actually, he’s up for adoption, but we’re a bit attached to him,” Sara explains before pointing at me. “Sam saved him from a fire in an abandoned building.”
“And you didn’t find an owner? You’d think someone would miss a dog like that. They aren’t cheap,” Karla says, shaking her head in disbelief.
“That’s what I thought, too. He isn’t chipped, so I’ve reached out to all of the breeders that I can find hoping one of them had a record of a sale to someone around the area of the fire. No luck so far.”
“I saw a post on social media from a home breeder who sells Dalmatians. I’ll see if I can find it again and text you their information, but I have a feeling that he might already have a family.” Karla reaches out and runs her hand under Lucky’s chin affectionately.
I stop petting Lucky and flash her a smile. “Is there a pet-friendly hotel near here?” I ask and look at Sara to gauge her expression.
“Head east about ten miles,” Karla answers and we say goodbye and get in the truck.
“I thought it would be nice to order some take-out and chill. We can hit the road first thing in the morning,” I tell Sara. I’m rewarded by a sweet smile.
“I think that’s a great idea. I’ll text mom and let her know that I won’t be home tonight,” she answers, resting her head on my shoulder.
* * *
We checkinto our room and Sara takes a shower while I take Lucky for a walk. I’m relieved at how easy it was to convince Sara to move the dogs to another location. If she had asked too many questions, I may not have been able to keep up the façade. I wait until I’m outside to pull out my phone and open the text that I received this morning. My blood boils as I thumb through the photos that were attached. How can I tell Sara that not only was the fire in the warehouse set by the same person but also, that he went into the shelter before setting the fire and took pictures of the dogs to show me how easy it would have been for him to torch the shelter instead? I hate lying to her and hiding things, but it’s my job to protect her and that means protecting her state of mind, too. She doesn’t know that I spent most of last night staking out my father’s house to make sure they were all safe. It’s my job to worry because I’m the one who’s going to make sure this guy pays for what he’s done.
I come back to the room and find Sara wearing nothing but a bath towel. My plan was to order some dinner, but the food isn’t what I’m craving anymore. I walk up behind her and press my engorged member against her sweet ass. She responds by grinding suggestively, and I growl in her ear.
“Do you want something, daddy?” she whispers, and I can tell she’s already worked up.
“I do.” I pull her towel off and toss it to the floor. I spin her around and grab her ass and say, “On your knees.”
She drops to her knees, and I open my pants and stroke my dick in her face. She looks up at me and parts her sweet lips, so I rub it against them. She sticks out her tongue and licks my swollen head, tasting the pre-come. I hold her face steady, and she welcomes my rod into her open mouth, sucking me as I slide in and out. It’s good, maybe too good, and I get lost in the moment and give a hard thrust, causing her to gag in response.
“Relax, baby, I won’t hurt you.” I tilt her head forward and down so I can achieve a fuller stroke without choking her. “Yeah, baby, that’s it,” I encourage her. “Daddy likes your mouth.” She moans and I can feel myself getting ready to bust, so I pull out and tell her to get on the bed.
“What’s wrong daddy? You said you like my mouth,” she teases.
“I do like your mouth, but I like your pussy better.” I part her legs and sink my tongue into the pink flesh inside her. She wraps her legs around my neck, forcing me to go deeper. She feels like wet satin, and I taste every inch of her.
She gasps and tries to grab my head, but I catch her hands and pin her arms down at her sides. She thrashes and wiggles as I lick and suck her little clit until she too is on the edge and ready to topple over into sheer pleasure. Then, I lift my head and ask, “Do you want me to finish you?”
“Oh, yeah, it feels so good.”
“Rule number three. You want it, you beg for it.”
“Oh, please, daddy,” she cries, already reaching out for me.
“Please what?” I coax her.
“Please eat my pussy daddy! Please make me come!” Her begging makes my cock twitch, and I take her clit between my lips and suck on it until she screams.
