Page 60 of Pigeon

“Pigeon, please!” Ivy almost whines as she tries to push back against my cock.

Holding her still, I tell her, “Want more time inside you, honey. Need a minute.”

She quits moving, but I can feel the shiver that runs through her body.

Pulling my hand off her breast, I pop my thumb into my mouth, wetting it. Placing it gently against her other hole, I push it slightly inside. When Ivy gasps, I still my hand and wait.

“That okay?” I ask while praying she says yes but prepared to remove it if the answer is no.

“Yeah, it’s good. Not something I’ve done before,” she answers, and I do a mental fist pump getting to be her first at this experience.

“Going to fuck you again now, baby, in both holes. Relax, and don’t fight it,” I encourage as I start pumping my cock deep inside of her.

When I feel her body relax into my thrusts, I push my thumb deeper and circle it inside. Ivy’s head drops to the mattress when I order, “Play with your clit.”

Ivy immediately moves a hand to her clit, and I feel it brush against my cock as I glide in and out of her. Her breathing turns to panting at the same time as mine does. Picking up the speed of my thrusts, I push my thumb in as deep as I can. Ivy explodes with mewling sounds coming from deep in her throat. Her body seeks mine, pushing hard against me, and I follow her with my own hard release. I pull my thumb out and lean down to cover Ivy’s back with my chest. I give a gentle thrust occasionally until I feel her body settle and the quivers stop.

“You okay?” I ask quietly.

“God, yes,” Ivy answers in a soft but sincere voice.

Slowly pulling myself out of her, I step off the bed and gather her in my arms. Cradling her close, I take us to the bathroom and set her naked body on the vanity. Turning to the tub, I turn on the water, adjust the temperature, and turn back to find Ivy’s eyes following my movements.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“We’re taking a bath together and for as fucking long as we want to. I promise I’ll make taking a bath a whole new experience for you.”

Ivy grins, hops off the vanity, and approaches me. Placing her hands on my hips, she leans up, and brushes a kiss along the side of my neck. Turning, she steps into the tub and sits down in the water. I slide in behind her, pull her against me, place my lips on her neck, and return the kiss.

Reaching for the pink nylon thingy she has sitting in a cup, I lather it up with soap. Taking my time, I wash every inch of Ivy that I can reach. I, being a man, make double sure that certain parts of her are extra clean before using the cup to rinse the soap away. Leaning against my chest, Ivy is relaxed and smiling. I realize suddenly how much I like knowing I’m the one who’s giving that to her.

“The attorney is meeting us at the clubhouse tomorrow before your shift,” I tell her.

“Okay,” Ivy murmurs without moving.

“Prissy will probably be there, so you’ll get to see her. You were happy she found a home, but it was hard seeing her leave, wasn’t it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, it’s hard to explain. I’m always happy to find homes for the animals, but that means I can’t spend time with them anymore. I work most of my shifts alone and having her there was like having a co-worker. I’ll miss Prissy, but I know she’s found a great home. I miss Moose and Matilda too, but I know they’re better off now.”

“You’ll see all of them and often. They just have a new address, Ivy. What about Thor? You’ve gotten attached to him too. How are you going to deal when he gets adopted?” I question.

“I’m not sure that’s going to happen for a while, though. He’s come a long way, and he’s doing great with socializing with the other dogs now, but most people won’t give a pit bull mix a chance. Especially one with scars proving what type of life he had. He obviously wasn’t used for fighting. His personality doesn’t lean that way. He was most likely a bait dog. But the scars will scare most away, and they’ll find a cute lab to adopt instead. I’m not criticizing them because, at the end of the day, you have to feel comfortable with your choice and what works with your family. I’m afraid Thor may spend the rest of his life at a rescue in a kennel,” Ivy answers with sadness evident in her voice.

“What if I adopted him? I don’t have a dog, always wanted one, and he and I get along well. Would he do okay with your heelers and the other animals here?” I ask.

I jerk my head back to keep from getting it smashed when Ivy swings hers around to face me. Staring silently into my eyes, I realize she’s trying to gauge whether I’m serious about Thor. What she sees must reassure her because a smile spreads across her face.

“I think he’d do amazing with the other animals as long as he’s introduced in a safe way. The heelers get along with everything except unruly cattle. The barn cats are smart and know when to stay or when to hide. Tabitha gets along with everything. Using caution, I think Thor would eventually form a friendship with the pets at the club, too. Are you sure you want to take on a dog that needs a little extra help over one that doesn’t?”

“Thor and I have a violent past in common. I was that kid that needed a little extra help for the same reasons he does. I understand his hesitancy to trust again, but I know how far he’s come. He’s a beautiful dog, and I think as his confidence grows, he’ll only become a better dog and deserves a life to go with that.”

“I’m so glad you found the club,” Ivy repeats her earlier statement.

“Me too, honey. We’ll meet with the attorney, then talk with Margie tomorrow when I drop you off at work, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sitting in the clubhouse’s main room, Ivy and I are waiting for the attorney to show. When the door opens, it’s Tessie and Bella that stroll through it. Spotting us, they walk to our table and take a seat. All the while, Tessie is staring at Ivy.

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