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  “Mmmmm, oooh,” Penelope moaned while biting her bottom lip with each kiss, making her wetter. The anticipation of what his lips will feel like on her clit drove her crazy. “Sssshsshhh, stop teasing me, baby. Give it to me, please,” she said while grabbing the back of his head and pushing it towards her love box.

  Bruce just smiled knowing the more he teased her the sweeter the pussy would be when he finally slides his dick deep inside her. He gently kissed her pussy lips.

  “Oooooooh! Stop playing with me, daddy,” she moaned. He took her pussy lips in his mouth and gently sucked them. “Oooh fuck! Fuck yes,” she moaned out loud. She held her head backwards in ecstasy as his tongue went up and down her soft, wet lips. As he sucked, he took two fingers and inserted them into her wet, juicy pussy, moving it in and out. “Yes! Oh yes! Oh fucking yes!” she screamed. The sensation of his lips sucking her clit and working his finger in her was too much for her to bear. “Uggg!” she screamed as her body shook as she climaxed. “I’m cumming! I’m Cumming!” He pulled his finger out and stuck his tongue deep inside her while sucking all her sweet juices in his mouth. Her body shook uncontrollably. She pushed his head out from between her legs unable to take it anymore. “Fuck me, baby,” she moaned.

  Bruce unbuckled his slacks and stepped out of them with his slim, seven inch dick pointing towards her. He grabbed her thick thighs spreading them wide and locked them in between his arms while pulling her towards the edge of the counter. She leaned backwards pressing her head up against the mirror. “Ahahahhhhhhh,” she gasped as he inserted himself inside her, working the head of his dick in and out. “Mmmm, yes baby,” she groaned with each stroke. An inch more of his dick entered her love box. She could feel him hitting her walls. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screamed as he gyrated his hips, gliding his dick deep inside her wet pussy while touching her breasts. “Yes baby, fuck me!” Penelope screamed and sunk her nails deep into his back.

  Bruce went harder and deeper, breathing hard as he pounded away on her sweet pussy. “Ssssssshit!” He groaned while concentrating on not cumming too soon.

  “It’s okay, baby, cum with me,” Penelope moaned while throwing her pussy back at him, making his dick slam inside her.

  “Uggg! Fuck yes! I fucking love you,” Bruce groaned and pounded furiously away, feeling the climax build up and Penelope pussy becoming even wetter.

  “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Yes!” Penelope screamed as her sweet juices rushed out of her and on to his dick.

  Once Penelope climaxed, Bruce slammed in to her three more times with all his might. “Ugggggh!” he screamed as he came all inside her, and then collapsed on top of her covered in sweat. Penelope held him close, playing in his hair.

  “You know I want more right. You can’t just get me open and then stop,” Penelope said while kissing him on his forehead.

  “Damn woman, you came twice. I only got one nut. You know I need an hour before we can start again,” Bruce replied.

  Penelope raised her right eyebrow and twisted up her lip, looking at him as if he was pathetic or a con artist on the corner trying to sell a piece of fake piece of jewelry. “Bruce, you can’t just be wanting to stop after one nut. I have needs and once you get me started, you know you have to keep going. You need to swallow your pride and just get Viagra so your dick can stay hard and ready for me,” Penelope said with a smile on her face.

  “Hell no! I don’t need those old man pills. Yes, my dick still works just fine and gets up. Viagra is for old men that can’t please their wives. I can take care of my business like I said just give he an hour,” Bruce replied. He was just so frustrated that she would even come after his man hood.

  “There you go with that pride thing again, baby. I don’t know why you never listen to me when I’m always right,” Penelope replied.

  “Listen, I don’t want to argue,” Bruce replied as he stood there with his soft dick still inside her soaking wet pussy and her legs cocked wide open with him in between them.

  She sat up. “Every time I say something you don’t like or don’t want to hear it, it’s an argument. When it’s really not, it’s me expressing my opinion and feelings,” Penelope said.

  “Can we not discuss this right now,” Bruce replied.

  Before Penelope could say something, the sound of heavy breathing caught both of their attentions. Penelope and Bruce turned their heads and stared outside of the bathroom into the huge dark master bedroom that was the size of a one bedroom apartment. Penelope pulled Bruce closer and held him tightly out of fear. They started into the darkness and couldn’t see anything. It took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust. “Uh!” They both gasped for air as they watched two green-grayish eyes glow in the dark.

  “What the hell is that?” Penelope asked with fear in her voice.

  The eyes moved towards them as both of their bodies reflexed in horror. When Bruce stepped to the right, the huge dog stood in the bathroom door way, staring at them as if they was a piece of steak for him to eat. Brock tilted his head back and sniffed the air. The smell of sex had lured him into the bedroom. Bruce and Penelope stood there scared to move. Bruce slowly pulled away from Penelope helplessly. By doing so, his wet noodle of a dick slid right out of her, all soft. The scent of her wet juices hit the air. Brock tilted his head back and lowered his head. His eyes looked right passed Bruce and locked on Penelope. He let out a low growl, showing off his razor sharp teeth and stepped slowly into the room as if he spotted his prey or a T-bone steak, dripping with blood and seasoned flavor.

  “Ahhh!” Penelope screamed and hopped off the counter and behind Bruce, using him as a shield. Bruce quickly picked up his pants that was around his ankles and picked up the heavy chrome 9mm off the floor. His stomach bubbled with fear and tightened up, making him feel as if he wanted to throw up or shit on himself. He stood there with nothing but his pants on and a gun in his hand, feeling Penelope’s body pressed up against his back shivering, terrified of the way Brock was standing there looking at her. “Bruce do something, please!” Penelope said as if she wanted to scream but was doing her best to hold it in.

  Bruce turned his head back and gives her a look. ‘What the hell am I supposed to do? This dog is the size of both of us put together. I will not be weak again,’ Bruce thought to himself and found some courage and pointed the gun at Brock. “Get back! Go downstairs now!” Bruce shouted in a demeaning tone. Bruce jumped back when Brock’s eyes slowly moved into his direction. Brock stared at him as if he wanted to rip him into tiny pieces. Bruce raised the gun and aimed it at the center of Brock’s forehead. “I said get out and go back downstairs.” Bruce was shocked to see Brock continue to stare at him with bags in his eyes, but seemed to recognize the gun in his hand. Brock slowly turned around as if he had an attitude and stepped out of the bathroom, and then out of the bedroom. Bruce nervously followed him out of the bedroom and watched him go down the hallway and down the stairs. Bruce exhaled in relief then shut the double roomed door, and turned around to see Penelope standing in the doorway with a petrified look in her eyes.

  “Is he gone? Please tell me he is gone,” she asked and scanned the room.

  “Yes baby, he is downstairs.”

  “I don’t care baby that dog has got to go. There’s something serious wrong with him. Did you see how he looked at me, Bruce? . I want him out of this house and away from my girls,” Penelope said, walking to her dresser and pulled out a pink sweet suit and slipped it on.

  Bruce replied, “For once, I can’t disagree with you, baby. You right the dog has to go. That was completely abnormal. But why are you putting on clothes? I’m not done with you.”

  “You lost your mind if you think you’re going to get some more of me. Hell no, not while that dog is in the house,” Penelope shouted.

  “Okay, okay! I said you’re right. I will get rid of him first thing tomorrow,” Bruce replied while hopping in the king size bed and placed the gun up under the pillow.
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  Chapter 11

  He laid there for a half an hour, but couldn’t go to sleep. He turned his head and could see Penelope knocked out and snoozing hard. The sound of her snoozing echoed throughout the room. Bruce was used to it. He rests his forearm over his head while closing his eyes, and then opened them. ‘Why would a dog get hard? And the look on his face, it was as if Brock was a completely other dog. I think he would have attacked me to get to my wife. The only thing that stopped him and made him think twice was the gun in my hand because he sure as hell wasn’t scared of me. He only backed away because he saw the gun. But wait, how the hell was he able to recognize what a gun was? No normal damn dog would know what a gun is. There’s more to that dog’s history that I have no idea about,’ Bruce thought to himself, fighting the sleep. His eyes felt heavy and began to shut. He blinks trying to keep them open. He turns his head right and looked at the double doors and felt relief to see them shut. He smiled and dosed off.

  Brock walks around the house with his facial expression twisted up in anger with Bruce on his mind. The only one that stood in his mind; the only thing that stood in his way for what he wanted. He made his way back upstairs and down the hallway, sniffing the air. He walked to the master bedroom and bent his head down so his mouth could reach the door knob. Opening his mouth locking his teeth on to the knob, he twisting his head sideways and pushed at the same time, unlocking and opening the door in one move. He slowly entered the bedroom, sniffing the air with each step. He spotted Bruce deep asleep. Growling in a low tone, showing off his razor sharp teeth. The scent of Penelope stopped him in his tracks . He made his way to her side of the bed and sniffed her hair.

  “Bruce stop. I told you you’re not getting no more tonight until you get rid of that dog and I mean it,” she said while pushing Brock’s head, thinking it was Bruce.

  Trying to kiss her neck to turn her on, Brock snap at her hand, missing it and wanting to bite it off. He stared at her legs as the thought of locking on to them and dragging them away somewhere, where he can do as he pleased. As he open his mouth to lock on to her ankle, he sniffed the air and smelled the scent of something sweeter that got his full attention. If dogs could smile, an evil grin would be on his face. He left the room and followed the sweet scent. “Uhhh!” Bruce groaned as he popped up out of his sleep nightmares of Brock’s green-grayish eyes popped up in his head and visioned his attack. Bruce quickly scanned the room. ‘I can’t believe I’m scared of my own damn dog in my own dam house.’ He stared at his room door to see it half way open. “I could have sworn I locked that door,” he mumbled to himself.

  As he got out of the bed with nothing more than his boxer briefs on, he grabbed the chrome 9mm from under his pillow and looked at Penelope fast asleep and snoozing loud with her back towards the door. Slowly opening the door, he looked left and right down the long hallway as if he was expecting someone to jump out on him. Towards the right of him were the marble stairs and towards his left was the long hallway that led to his daughters’ room. He cautiously stepped out of the bedroom with the gun leading the way. “Something isn’t right. I can feel it,” he mumbled to himself. Knowing he should have put something on before wandering around the house in nothing but boxer briefs and a gun, he continued on his way. He walked down the hallway until he reached an ivory white double door and peeped into Chenille’s room. He let out a breath in sigh of relief when he noticed she was fast asleep in her ivory canopy bed. He closed the door quietly, making sure not to wake her. He walked further down the hallway until he came to a purple door. He smiled knowing that he had a seven bedroom mansion, but yet Leah and Paula refused not to share a room. Their bond was too close, even though their personalities were different as night and day. Leah was into boys and FaceTime. Paula was the quiet type and in to art creating all kinds of drawings and paintings. The smile on Bruce face quickly diminished when he noticed the door was half way open. He knew something wasn’t right. The girls had no reason to leave their rooms at night. Each bedroom in the house had a master bathroom in it and all his daughters had a middle size refrigerator full of snacks in their rooms. He pushed the door open more and cautiously stepped into the large room, the size of an apartment, but divided in two rooms. Each girl had their own side of the divided room. He could see Leah on her king size bed fast asleep with her IPad in her arms, hugging it as if it was a teddy bear. He turned his head and looked towards Paula side of the room, which was a little darker. He could see the shadow of something moving. Two steps deeper into Paula’s side of the room was filled with art supplies, four canvas paintings, and one sitting close to him. Bruce stared at the painting and grinned. It was a drawing of the house and the family standing in front of it. “Huh!” Bruce said as the movement of something caught his attention. Bruce squinted his eyes to see better, and then his eyes opened up wide in fear of shock as the large figure became clear. Brock stood on the opposite side of Paula’s bed, sniffing her face and sheets.

  Grrrrrrr! Grrrrrrr! Brock just stood there growling even louder.

  “Move away!” Bruce shouted.

  “Huh daddy? Daddy!” The sound of his deep voice woke up Paula and Leah out of their sleep. “Daddy, what’s going on? Why are you screaming? Are you okay?” Paula said while sitting up and rubbing her eyes with her little hands.

  “I said get away from my daughter!” Bruce shouted once more, aiming at Brock’s head.

  Grrrr! Brock growled once more, showing off his razor teeth. In a blink of an eye, he sank his teeth into Paula’s chest.

  “AHAHAHAHAH!” Paula screams in excruciating pain. Before she could catch her breath, she screamed once more. Brock dragged Paula off her bed by pulling backwards. “Daddy! Daddy!” Paula screamed. Brock stared at Bruce while pulling Paula towards the bathroom.

  “Now! Let go of my baby!” Bruce shouted while aiming the gun at Brock. Brock stopped pulling Paula for a second and looked at Bruce with what seemed to be a smile as if he knew Bruce didn’t have the heart to protect his family and pull the trigger. Brock sank his teeth into Paula’s legs and continued to drag her into the bathroom. Bruce’s hand shook nervously as he aimed it at Brock. He look down at Paula, who was screaming out in pain as tears streamed down her cheeks. Bruce closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger. The chrome 9mm fired, sounding like a clap of thunder in the house and the bright orange fire from the gun illuminated the dark room.

  Awwwwhheeew! Brock howled in pain as the 9mm bullet grazed his right shoulder, ripping and tearing the meat off it. Awwwwheww! His howls were high pitched.

  Bruce opened his eyes and was shocked he had actually hit the dog. Brock stopped howling and growled, lowering his head and stared at Bruce as if he wanted to rip him apart. Brock took off charging at Bruce at full speed. “AHHA!” Bruce screamed like a little girl and squeezed the trigger repeatedly. Brock zig-zagged passed Bruce, dodging the bullets. Bruce turned around and chased him down the long hallway and down the stairs while firing the gun. “I’m going to kill you! I swear, no one touches my little girls,” Bruce said as he slowly crept around the living room after losing sight of Brock. “How in the world can such an animal just disappear like that? Huh!” Bruce said as he became startled. Flashed of lightning and the sound of rain drops hitting the room came out of nowhere. He could hear Paula and his daughters crying as his wife tried to console them. Boom! A loud bang hit the house. It felt as if there was an earthquake of thunder and lightning, hitting the house and killed all the power.

  Chapter 12

  Natalie sat in the new Dodge Challenger that she stole from David at the pet store after shooting him in the legs and getting the address of the person that he sold Brock to. She had handcuffed David in the bathroom, leaving him there.

  Her mind played flashbacks of her husband Trevor, when she shot her husband in the head. She snapped back into reality when she heard the gunshots sounding off in the mansion repeatedly that she got the address for. She stayed in the car dressed in a blue sweat suit that had a hood
ie. “This must be the right place. But how the hell can I see in?” she said out loud while staring at the huge mansion that was surrounded by an iron electric gate. “Fuck! Fuck!” Natalie shouted as the rain came down pouring out of nowhere. She put the hoodie over her head and continued to star at the mansion while gripping her gun. “AHAHAHAH!” Natalie screamed as lighting struck the house, making the power go off. “This is my chance. I’m coming for you, Brock. You want get away this time, I swear,” Natalie said out loud while climbing over the tall Iron Gate.

  Bruce felt like he was losing his mind. He could hear doors opening and closing on the first floor while he continued searching for Brock. He knew it wasn’t his family because he could still hear his young daughters crying upstairs. He cautiously stepped into each room with the gun aimed high. He searched the all-white room that no one was allowed in. He then checked the dining room. “Why do I hear doors shutting?” Bruce said, walking to the kitchen and into the eating area, where there was a door leading into the five car garage. He opened it, but he couldn’t see anything. Everything was pitch black. BOOM! The sound of thunder clapping caused his hair on his skin to rise. He turned his head looking behind him. Brock jumped out of the dark garage when Bruce’s head was turned and leaped in the air. It caught Bruce off guard. Brock’s massive body weight knocked Bruce to the floor with ease. Before Bruce could catch his breath from the wind being knocked out of him, he had to remember what was going on. He could feel Brock’s hot breath on his face. Bruce turned his head and held in his screams as he stared at Brock’s razor shape teeth. Bruce tried to raise his right hand with the gun in it, but Brock pushed it back down and pinned his arm to the floor with his paw as if Bruce’s weight was nothing.