Page 3 of Secret Obsession

“Rambo,” I said sternly. “Down.”

He immediately obeyed with a whine, sat at my side, and leaned his one-hundred-forty-pound body into my leg while looking up longingly at me with those puppy dog eyes.

I pulled Lila in. She wrapped her arms around me, clinging to me as she found her footing. The sweetness of her black cherry scent intensified now that she was pressed up against me.

“Holy fucking shit,” she breathed against my chest. “I nearly wiped out.”

Her hot breath stung the raw scratches left by Rambo, but the pain didn’t register. I was too busy enjoying her softness. I could feel all her perfect curves fit snugly against my body. I didn’t even know what she looked like, but I had the urge to run my hands over her body. My dick twitched at the thought.

I always was a sucker for a plus-sized queen. I never cared who they were, what they wore, or even what their names were. All I needed for a meaningless one-night stand was a big set of tits and an ass so round I couldn’t stop myself from spanking it.

This klutz still had her arms wrapped around me, her tits crushed against my hard chest. Fuck, that felt good. I peeked over her shoulder to check out her ass. Big and round, just the way I liked it. I nearly let out a sound of approval.

What the hell was I doing? This was the shelter. I couldn’t fuck around with another volunteer. This place was too important to me to use as a pick-up joint.

I gritted my teeth. “Let go, woman.”

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