Sneak Peek Trapped By The CEO
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In this excerpt, the CEO discovers his curvy dog sitter trapped in his doggy-door.
Playing hooky isn’t something I do very often, but today I wanted to take some time to myself.
My restaurant, Eat & Co. will be just fine without me there for the rest of the day.
After all, I hire the best and if there’s one thing I know, it’s that my staff is trustworthy.
They love the restaurant as much as I do, and the place will be in good hands with them.
Hell, maybe I should let them handle things more often so I can get some time away from work to actually live.
The breeze ruffles my hair as I cruise down the streets of this nice suburb in New Jersey.
It’s beautiful here, and it’s sad that I haven’t seen more of it.
My dog Newton and I moved in a while ago, but I’ve been so busy running my restaurant that I’ve barely spent any time at the estate.
It’s more like a hotel or a crash pad. The manor is just a place to sleep at night, and then I leave first thing in the morning.
I feel bad for my dog though because my buddy Newton needs some attention.
He’s a good boy, but he’s got ADD. Trust me, I didn’t know such a thing existed for dogs, but after the vet diagnosed him, it all made sense.
Newton’s always been easily distracted by something or other, and at first I thought it was because he’s a dog.
But I guess veterinary science is incredibly advanced these days, and there is such a thing as doggy ADD.
But my assistant’s found him a good dog walker, whom she assures me is great and well qualified.
Still, Newton’s alone more often than not and I hate that.
So today, I’m playing hooky by going home for lunch and then Newton and I are going to catch up.
We’ll play ball, eat snacks, and maybe jump in that huge, Olympic sized pool together.
I mean, what good is a big pool if you never enjoy it?
Pulling up in front of my house I take a minute to appreciate the manor.
It’s a far cry from the overpriced apartment I bought in the city because everything in the city is small and fucking expensive.
In New Jersey however, you spend the same money and buy a house big enough for a dozen people.
Plus, the estate grounds are worthy of a magazine.
Of course, I haven’t seen the whole thing yet, but my broker assured me it’s breath-taking.
I pull my car into the driveway and then get out. It’s a gorgeous, sunny day with just a bit of a breeze and I slam the vehicle door before whistling for Newton.
“Hey boy,” I call. “I’m home.”
However, only silence greets me. After a minute I whistle again, but my dog still doesn’t come. It’s strange because Newton’s the affectionate type. Sure, he’s big, slobbery and clueless, but most days, he hears my car pull in and meets me before I get the door open.
Puzzled, I grab my bag and stroll towards the front door.
That’s when I hear it. There are muffled banging sounds coming from the back of the house and my forehead wrinkles in confusion.
Maybe Newton got his collar stuck in the doggy door and can’t get free?
Or actually, the gardener was supposed to come today.
Maybe he accidentally locked himself in the garage out back.
But when I round the corner, I see what’s happened and it’s the strangest sight because protruding from my back door is a big, gorgeous, milky white ass. It’s round, firm, delicious, and just there for the taking.
“Fuck me,” I mutter to myself, feeling my body harden. “Who is this?”
The bottom wiggles as I draw close, and I admire the way those big ass cheeks bounce.
My intruder, whose face I can’t see, is jammed into my doggy door while wearing a short skirt.
She looks stuck tight, and even better, her skirt’s flipped up around her hips so that only thing separating me from that pretty pussy is her vibrant red g-string.
In fact, the lingerie is practically non-existent.
Her pink folds are completely visible, the red fabric bisecting the juicy flesh, and even the tan pleats of her asshole are visible beneath the thin crimson string.
My cock jumps in my pants and I groan, trying to get control of myself. I have no clue who this woman is, but she’s clearly stuck tight and needs help more than she needs some man just walking up and fucking her like she’s here for the ride.
Coming up onto the porch, I try to act normal.
“Hey.Are you alright?”
The big white ass wiggles with relief.
“Yes! Oh, thank god,” comes a muffled female voice from inside. “Can you help me? I’m just the dog walker and I got stuck in the door trying to chase after that damned dog. Now I can’t get myself out.”
The situation is too ridiculous and I start chuckling.
“Sorry,” I apologize. “Seriously. I don’t mean to laugh at you.”
The big white butt wriggles again.
“It’s fine because this is a silly ass situation,” she says with exasperation from the other side of the door. “But can you please help me get out? I don’t want the owner to find me like this!”
I bite back another chuckle because clearly, my pretty dog sitter doesn’t realize that I am the owner of this house. I’ve never been back before 10 p.m., so there’s no reason she’d think it’s me. She probably thinks I’m the gardener, or maybe a member of my staff coming by on an errand.
Yet my eyes are glued to this delicious rump. It’s big and round, and even without touching her I know it’s the kind of soft ass I can really grab onto while I fuck her senseless. Just the way I like my women. Soft, thick, and curvy. And waiting for me to fuck them hard.
I clear my throat, trying to dispel these dirty images.
“What’s your name?”
She lets out another exasperated squeak.
“Emory! Why does that matter? I swear I’m the dog walker okay? Listen, just get me out because I need out of this jam before the owner gets back!”
“Okay, okay,” I say. “How can I help?”
“Just pull!” she squeals, that big rump wriggling again. “As hard as you can.”
I bite my lip.
“Maybe I should unlock the door first?”
“No, because that won’t help. I’m stuck whether the door’s open or not! You’ve got to just pull me out from behind.”
Closing my eyes, I groan under my breath. Fuck, this woman is trying to kill me.
“So you want me to grab you from behind.”
“Yes, and pull! What are you waiting for?”
Groaning again, I palm my cock for a moment.
I’m hard as steel. But I can’t just leave the girl stuck in my back door, so I blow out a harsh breath and get down on my knees behind her on the porch.
Yup. This isn’t fucking helping my erection ease itself down.
We’re practically doing doggie now, so it’s arousing, if anything. But so be it.
Leaning forward, I wrap my arms around her waist, doing my best not to press my erection into her ass, and then I yank backwards. She doesn’t budge.
“You’ve got yourself wedged in there nice,” I say.
“You think I don’t know that?” she squeals. “Pull harder!”
I try again, this time with more force and I swear my erection’s pressing against that soft pussy, but she’s so distressed that she doesn’t realize it.
“Pull, pull!” she shrieks from inside. “Harder!”
But it’s useless. No matter how hard I pull, nothing seems to make a difference.
After a few minutes of exerted effort, I fall back, sitting on my heels while panting.
She doesn’t know it, but my eyes caress her sweet folds, barely shielded by the thin material of her g-string.
It’s pink and wet, and I can clearly see her clit, which I long to suckle and kiss.
Her asshole flexes a few times, and I groan.
I’ve always loved assplay and it’s a weakness of mine.
The urge to lick that forbidden pucker is strong and I groan again from frustration. But Emory isn’t done yet.
“Please,” she cries. “Try again. You can pull harder. I know you can. Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. I’ve just got to get out of here!”
With another groan, I get on my knees again and move in a little closer.
But instead of grabbing her waist once more, I try wrapping my arms around her meaty thighs.
Maybe this will do the trick. The angle is different, and without warning, I pull back hard and fast, hoping a good strong jerk will yank her free from the door.
But her body doesn’t budge, and instead, her legs fly out backwards and I lose my grip.
It all happens so fast that I do a humongous face plant right into her ass.
With her legs straight out behind her, her pussy is spread wide, and my face ends up buried in that sweet pinkness I’ve been craving.
It’s too much. The sensuous fragrance of her pussy overwhelms me, and the soft flesh is right beneath my mouth, tempting me for a taste. Without consciously realizing it, I dart my tongue out and swipe it up her crease, sampling those soft folds.
“Mmmm,” I groan against her before flicking my tongue against her nub. “Holy shit.”
The big rump in front of me goes still for a moment.
“Wait!” she whispers from the other side. “What are you doing!”
“I know you want this,” I breathe. “You taste so good, honey. Just let me enjoy it a bit.”
Then, I dig my hands into her soft ass and spread her wide before plucking the g-string out of her ass and hooking it over one big cheek.
She’s gorgeous, those pink folds glistening as her asshole flexes, and I dive in tongue first, eating her like a gourmet dish.
Emory’s soaking wet, and oh so fucking sweet.
I just can’t get enough and start fucking her with my tongue, increasing my tempo with each moan I hear coming through the door.
This is going to be the best lunch break I’ve ever had, and my cock drips as I undo the fly.
To be continued …
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