She slammed the door behind her, heart still pounding from the fight with her ex. The apartment felt too quiet until the heavy click of claws on hardwood pulled her attention. Rex stood in the hallway, the big black mutt shed rescued two years ago, ears back, tail low. He wasnt her ex. He was worse. He was always there, always watching, always wanting.
Bad dog, she muttered, kicking off her heels. The words came out hoarse. Rex didnt move. His dark eyes tracked the hem of her skirt as it rode up her thighs. She could feel the heat between her legs, the leftover anger turning into something uglier and hotter. Shed spent the whole night pretending she didnt need anything, and now the only one who never pretended back was a dog.
She stripped without thinking, dropping the skirt, then the thong. Her pussy was already slick; she could smell it. Rexs nose twitched. He took one step forward, then another. She spread her legs where she stood in the middle of the living room and snapped her fingers once.
Come on then, you bad fucking dog.
He didnt need more invitation. Rex buried his snout between her thighs and licked in one long, rough stroke from clit to asshole. The sound that tore out of her was half laugh, half moan. His tongue was wide and hot and relentless, lapping up the mess shed made of herself. She grabbed the back of the couch for balance and pushed her hips forward so he could get deeper. Every wet slurp echoed in the quiet room.
Fuck, just like that. Dont stop. She reached down and spread her lips for him, letting his tongue flick straight over her swollen clit. Her knees shook. Rexs tail thumped once against the floor, the only sign he was enjoying this as much as she was. When she was dripping down her own thighs he pulled back, whining low in his throat.
She dropped to her hands and knees on the rug, ass up, face down. You want it? Take it.
Rex mounted her in one practiced motion, front paws gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. His cock was already out of the sheath, hot and slick, jabbing against her thigh until he found the right angle. The first thrust punched the air out of her lungs. He was thick and getting thicker, the knot already starting to swell at the base. Every slam forward drove her forward on the rug. She reached back and spread herself wider, letting him sink all the way in until the knot pressed hard against her entrance.
Bad dog, she gasped again, voice breaking. Such a bad fucking dog.
He fucked her like he meant it, fast, brutal, no hesitation. The wet sound of his cock pounding into her cunt filled the room. She came once, then again, clenching around him, but he didnt slow down. His knot swelled bigger, stretching her until it finally popped inside with a filthy wet sound. She screamed into the rug, coming so hard her vision blurred. Rex kept thrusting in short, grinding strokes, locked deep, pumping hot cum into her in thick pulses she could feel.
They stayed locked together, both panting. She reached back and rubbed her clit while his knot throbbed inside her, milking another slow orgasm out of herself. When the knot finally shrank enough to slip free, a flood of cum poured down her thighs. Rex licked it up without being asked, tongue dragging over her used pussy until she was shaking again.
She rolled onto her back, legs open, and pointed at her face. Up.
Rex stepped over her, cock still half-hard and dripping. She took him in her mouth, tasting herself and his cum together, sucking him clean while he licked her again from the new angle. They stayed like that until the sun started coming up, her mouth full of dog cock, her cunt swollen and leaking, both of them too far gone to care about anything else.
By the time she finally stood on shaky legs, the rug was soaked and she could barely walk straight. Rex sat at her feet, tail wagging once, looking pleased with himself.
Bad dog, she whispered, scratching behind his ears. Her voice held no anger this time, only satisfaction. Were doing that again tomorrow.
