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Ollie

Damn, I’m past fucking exhausted and on my way to being dead on my damn numb feet. We’ve finally left Pixie’s clinic and are on the way back to the farm. I was hoping to spend some time with the cats, but fuck it, there’s always tomorrow. And I know that the volunteers spend a ton of time with them so they’re not lonely.

Pixie is who I’m worried about. She’s gotta be ready to pass over and out at the same goddamn time. What a sight I got when I walked into the back. Looking around, shit was everywhere, like a hurricane went through there. Then it made perfect sense when I looked through the window of the surgical room. Puppies seemed to be everywhere and there was one in Pixie’s partner’s hand, and he was doing something with it. Not sure if I could go in, you know germs and all that shit, so I turned around, trying to straighten up the back room and after that I started going through the exam rooms, seeing if anything needed to be done.

After grabbing a bag of garbage, I collect mainly from the back room, turning I almost plow right into Paisley.

“Damn, Pixie, you scared the ever-lovin’ shit outta me. Talk about sneaking up on someone. Whatcha need? I’ll do my best, let me know or tell me how and it’ll get done. Just checking rooms and then I’ll throw this bag out. Hopefully things will calm down back there, and I’ll work on cleaning the surgical room; it’s fucking bloody as hell. Definitely not for those who have weak stomachs. I’m afraid to ask.”

Before I know it, she’s in my arms, holding on tight. Well, I can get used to this shit for sure. Whatever she needs from me, it’s my mission to make sure she gets it. I pull her tighter and, after a bit, manage barely to make it to one of the chairs, sitting with her curled on my lap. Can’t lie, my hip is tight, but damn it feels too good to be able to give back again. Running my hands up and down her back, I wait because I know, eventually, she’ll tell me what’s going on. And I’m right.

“Ollie, sorry, just everything hit me. Between Dr. Greene being out sick and all the shit going through my head not knowing why you wanted to speak to Mark. Yeah, I know you told me you didn’t want to get into it until you had his take on it, but I worry. That’s what I do about anyone, human or animal I care about, it gets in my head and wham, I’m done. And then these two biotches came in with that momma dog and were ready to go dump her on the side of the road as she tried to give birth to twelve puppies. It just hurts my heart, Ollie, how heartless and cruel people can be. I don’t get it and these folks who stayed to help did it because they also have a heart. Oh shit.”

Then I watch as she starts crying. Yeah, been there done that. The stress and emotional buildup need to be released. Thank God Pixie decided on tears and not punching or screaming. Don’t think I could take seeing her like that. So again, I lean back with her wrapped in my arms while she just lets it all out.

* * *

Sitting against the headboard of the bed, I hear the shower go off. Since Pixie wanted to take care of her dogs when we got home, I jumped in for a quick shower and now I’m lying down with my boxer briefs on since I don’t own any ‘sleep pants’ and sweats are way to fucking hot for me. As my mind drifts in and out, I hear the door squeak open and can feel the steam roll into the room. Pixie loves her hot as shit showers. Looking down, she’s at the bottom of the bed, coming up alongside of me with her long curly hair wet around her shoulders and a bath towel wrapped around her tiny body. Hummm, what’s this about?

“Pixie, everything okay? Want me to get ya something to eat or are you gonna crash?”

She lies right next to me, her hands moving over my chest, stopping at the band of my shorts, looking up at me with those huge eyes of hers but not saying a word.

“Whatcha need, Paisley? I’m here, all you got a do is tell me.”

“Ollie, I just need you to make me feel good. All the pressure and work responsibilities are starting to weigh me down, and I just want to feel. I’m worried about forgetting something that will either end up hurting someone or letting them down. God, please, only you can help me, Ollie, make love to me. Touch me, kiss me, hold me, please. I need my sense of normal readjusted after today.”

Then she reaches up, literally crawling up my chest, and lays a heavy one on my lips. Her tiny hands hold my head still as she tries to take control of the kiss, as more tears fall from her onto my face. Gently I caress her cheeks then run my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. Her little moans let me know I’m on the right road. As my hands land on her tight shoulders, I rub them until they relax and continue my way down. Knowing what my woman needs, I dance a dance known for centuries to men as my coarse hands touch and memorize every inch of her compact, perfect to me body. Bringing my hands back up, I grip her head, giving it a small shake to get her attention. Her face is flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, and her eyes are shining with desire.

“Pixie, need you to climb up my body and sit on my face. Yeah, you can, come on, beautiful. I know what you need so let me give it to you. That’s it, bring that tight pussy, put it right over my lips. I want to have your taste on my tongue and beard. Come on, my mouth is watering already.”

When she’s close, I grab her hips and pull her down over my head, making sure her core is right above my mouth. I can smell her sweet essence already, telling me she’s beyond excited. Taking my hands from her hips, I open her up so my mouth has full access. Immediately I give her tight swollen bundle of nerves a quick lick, which has her almost jumping off both me and the bed. I chuckle. Yeah, this is gonna be fun. I concentrate fully on her clit, rubbing up against it and licking, circling around the nub then nibbling on it, and at one point biting down just enough so she feels it. That’s when Pixie starts screaming, begging me to stop and that she can’t take any more. One finger goes into her tight wet channel as I continue my attack on her clit. As I add another finger, her walls start to cling to them as I pull them out then push back in. She is all over, not able to stay above me on her own, so I use my free hand to hang on to her. As soon as my fingers bend and find that secret place inside of Pixie, she keens at first, then wails, and finally screams as her body lets loose, flooding my face. I keep at her until her body starts to quiver. So, I gently slow my tongue and fingers until she collapses onto my face and doesn’t move.

Needing to breathe, I grab her by the hips, moving her down my body so she’s lying on top of me. She’s beyond done, her body is so limp and she’s gasping for air, and when I look down her eyes are closed and there is no stress whatsoever on her face, just a small, satisfied smile. Yes, mission accomplished.

* * *

Damn, what is that feeling. Whatever it is it’s fucking awesome. My body is on something soft, and my dick is being enveloped in something warm and wet, while something—maybe fingers—are gently squeezing my balls then releasing. As my mind clears the fog, it comes to me that Pixie’s mouth is on me. The thought makes me even harder as she struggles to move on the length of my cock, pulling back, and then going back down as far as she can. I feel the head hit the back of her throat and I give up all power to her. My hands don’t touch her; they are at my sides, clawing her bedsheets as I keep my hips still, letting her have control. As she keeps moving, licking, and sucking her confidence grows, having the ability to control what happens. As her little tongue runs over the vein on the side that hot feeling starts at the base of my neck making its way down to my lower back. My ass clenches trying to hang on to whatever I can to make this feeling last. Pixie feels it as her mouth and hands start to bob up and down on my cock. Even the slight feel of her teeth occasionally brings a whimper from my lips followed by a growl.

“Pixie, I’m close, get up here. If you don’t move, baby, can’t control what happens ’cause it’s barreling down. Oh shit, Pixie, please, goddamn. Fuck that feels so good. Gonna lose it, yeah like that, oh yeah!”

Right before I blow, she goes deep and that’s it. My body twitches with my release and Pixie never lets go. Once I’m drained, she cleans every inch of me before she slithers up my body, a smile showing on her swollen lips. Before I can say a word, she kisses my neck, holding on to my shoulders, dropping her head to my chest. Within seconds she’s out. After maybe a minute, I follow her down, my mind filled with dreams of that mouth of hers.


Tags: D.M. Earl Romance