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"🐶His tongue found exactly where I needed it. And I let go." Three weeks ago, I adopted a Mastiff named Bruno. He was supposed to fill the silence my ex left behind. Instead, he filled me. It started with a broken pot and a wet tongue through my towel. I told myself it was an accident. Then he licked me again—slower, deeper—and my knees buckled. By the time I came, I was clawing at his fur, begging for more. Now I can't stop. Every night, I lie awake, counting his breaths until they sync with mine. Every morning, I find excuses to touch him. And when he pins me to the bed, his knot swelling inside me, I forget that this is wrong. But last night, I saw something in his eyes. Recognition. Warning. He knows something I don't. And as I feel his cum dripping down my thigh, I realize: I'm not just his owner anymore. 🐶🐶🐶 >>>>>>>> Chapter 1 The knife slipped again. I stared at the tomato, now split unevenly on the cutting board, juice pooling like accusation. Three years since the divorce, and I still cooked for two without thinking. My hand knew the rhythm of chopping for Mark's plate before my brain caught up. I set the knife down harder than necessary. The house swallowed the sound. That was the thing about living alone—every noise you made got eaten by the silence, digested, and turned into more emptiness. I'd bought this place after the separation, thinking a fresh start meant fresh walls, fresh memories. Instead, I'd just moved my ghosts into a new haunt. I wiped my fingers on my jeans and checked the clock. 7:42 PM. Too early for bed, too late to pretend I had anywhere to be. The TV had been off for an hour. I'd watched three episodes of a show I didn't care about, laughed at jokes that didn't land, and finally admitted defeat. The remote sat on the coffee table like a tombstone. My phone buzzed with a notification. I grabbed it too fast—hoping, maybe, for something interesting. Instead, I got an ad. *Meet your new best friend.* A Mastiff stared back at me. Massive head, deep brown eyes that seemed to look right through the screen. Drool hung from his jowls in thick strands, catching the light like honey. The photo had been taken at a bad angle, with bad lighting, and somehow he still managed to look soulful. *Bruno. 4 years old. House-trained. Needs rehoming due to owner's overseas relocation.* I almost swiped past. My thumb hovered over the screen, ready to dismiss it like every other ad that clogged my feed. But those eyes held me. There was something in them—not sadness, exactly, but recognition. Like he knew what it meant to be left behind. I tapped the contact number before I could stop myself. The woman who answered sounded like she'd been crying. Her voice cracked as she explained the situation: new job in Singapore, couldn't take him, no one else willing. She'd had Bruno since he was a puppy, raised him from a wriggling ball of paws and slobber to this 140-pound mountain of muscle. "He's sweet," she said, her voice breaking on the word. "Gentle. He just needs someone who understands that he's... a lot of dog." I wrote down the address before I hung up. The house sat on the outskirts of town, where sidewalks cracked like dry riverbeds and the air smelled of grilled meat and wet grass. I parked behind a pickup with a bumper sticker that read "My Other Ride Is A Horse" and sat there for a long moment, hands gripping the steering wheel. What was I doing? I didn't know anything about dogs. I worked sixty-hour weeks, came home exhausted, fell into bed with takeout containers scattered around me like evidence. A plant couldn't survive under my care—Mark had given me a fiddle-leaf fig for our anniversary, and it had lasted exactly three months before I forgot to water it. But the woman was already opening the screen door, wiping her hands on an apron patterned with cartoon bones. And behind her, filling the doorway like a living shadow, was Bruno. He was bigger than the photo suggested. Much bigger. His head came up to the woman's hip, his chest broad enough to block the light from the hallway behind him. His tail thumped against the doorframe with a force that made me wince. "He likes you already," the woman said. But I barely heard her. Bruno's eyes had locked onto mine—intelligent, assessing, as if he were the one deciding whether I was worth going home with. I swallowed hard. "So," I said, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. "Tell me everything I need to know." Chapter 2 Bruno filled almost the entire backseat of my car. I watched him in the rearview mirror as I drove, his massive body sprawled across the leather seats like he owned them. His jowls flapped with each exhale, leaving streaks of drool on the window that caught the late afternoon light in viscous strands. "You're not going to eat my upholstery, right?" Bruno blinked at me. Then he sighed—a deep, rattling sound that fogged up the window—and turned his head away with the dignity of a king dismissing a peasant. I hadn't thought to bring a leash. The woman had handed me a frayed nylon one at the last second, muttering something about city ordinances, but it sat coiled in the cup holder like a dead snake. Bruno didn't seem like the bolting type, but I'd learned not to trust appearances. His first act upon entering my house was to sneeze directly onto my favorite rug. The Moroccan piece had survived two moves and one disastrous red wine incident. It had been a gift from my grandmother, handwoven by women in the Atlas Mountains, and I'd treasured it like the artifact it was. Now it bore a shimmering spray of dog slime that looked like grotesque modern art. "Oh," I said, staring at the mess. Bruno wagged his tail so hard his entire hindquarters swayed. The motion knocked over an umbrella stand, sending it clattering across the entryway floor. He didn't seem to notice. "Okay," I said, my voice hollow. "We're going to need some ground rules." 💗💗 Click to Read on👉👉

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