Page 30 of Indecent Obsession
Sara looks at me quizzically.
“What?” Wyatt asks with suspicion in his tone.
“Why don’t you give Peabody a treat? He likes treats. And then he’ll associate you with something better than being a piece of meat to tear into.” I smirk at Sara.
As soon as Peabody hears the word treat, he hops down and barks at Dante’s feet.
“Don’t look at me.” Dante shakes his head. “Wyatt’s the one who will give you one.”
Grumbling fills the kitchen as Wyatt searches the cabinets for the doggie treats. When he finds the bag and it crinkles, Peabody’s ears perk up and he trots toward it.
All three of us turn to watch as Peabody looks at Wyatt like he’s holding the treats for ransom. Wyatt sighs and opens the bag.
“Do you want a treat?” His tone is completely flat, like it’s degrading for him to have to do this.
Peabody barks but comes forward a little to sniff the air.
“Do you think he’ll bite him?” Dante asks Sara softly.
“Maybe,” Sara whispers.
“That’s not helpful.” Wyatt pulls a treat out and squats.
“Fuck, man, he might go for your balls.” I chuckle as Wyatt flinches.
But he holds out the treat like a champ and wiggles it. “What do you say, furball? Am I worth a treat?”
Peabody lets out a doggie huff before snatching the treat out of Wyatt’s hand. He trots off to his little bed next to the TV and gives Wyatt the side-eye as he chews on it.
Wyatt stands and brushes his hands off on the kitchen towel.
“Far less entertaining than I was hoping,” I admit with a smile.
“Fuck off.” Wyatt puts the treat bag away.
I turn to Sara and tug her legs, so she slides toward me.
“Wha—?” She cuts off as I slip my finger under her shirt and over her bare pussy, teasing her hot flesh. Her cheeks flush.
“I didn’t really know if that would work, but it got Peabody off your lap.” I wiggle my eyebrows and spread her legs. Her pussy glistens with her wetness. “I want to play with you, flower.”
Dante scoots back so she lies flat on the couch. I push her leg off the edge, opening her up to me. Almost, but not quite. I grab a pillow from behind me and slip it under her hips.
“Finn.” Her tone is a little chastising but interested in the same breath.
I sink my finger into her pussy and watch her face for any sign of discomfort. Her lips part on a soft moan.
“I’ve never had twenty-four seven access to a pussy before, flower.” I sink a second finger in with the first. Still no shifting away or flinching, good. “I mean I’ve had offers, but none as sweet as yours.”
Dante’s hand slides down her neck to her buttons. I curl my fingers in a come-hither motion and she arches with a pleased sigh.
“You can tell me to stop, flower.”
Her pale green eyes meet mine and she smirks. “Do your worst, pretty boy.”
I chuckle as I lower my mouth to her pussy before licking from my fingers to her clit. Wyatt pushed her hard and fast earlier. I like to take my time. And I’ve got all the time in the world today for my girl.
Sara
