Chapter 32: Damian

A long hot tongue and dog breath wake me from a sound sleep. Samson must have stayed the night with Raul and now he's back. The damned dog has everyone in his life wrapped around his paws. I push him back so I can untangle myself from the covers and get up. Sam gives a short whine when he looks at his mistress buried beneath the covers; I call him so he doesn't wake her. Raul is sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading my newspaper when I walk out in a bathrobe.

"Make yourself at home why don't you," I grumble. "Hand over the business section," I add with my hand out. I'm fully aware most people no longer read an actual newspaper but I love it. At least when it's neat and in its proper order.

Raul knows my bark is worse than my bite in the morning. "I haven't been kicked out yet, so the little seduction scene last night must have worked."

I rub my cock and balls to Raul's delight. "The further advanced her pregnancy gets the hornier she becomes. She hasn't done a scene