Petey Dog Man Novels & Stories

Even though I'd already been shocked a moment ago, I still found it unbelievable now. I mean, sure, I called Elias a dog of a man every day, but I never imagined he would turn into an actual dog.

Damian massaged his chin while looking at Evelyn with a small smirk on his lips. “What do you think?” He asked her in amusement. “Don’t you know what a pet is used for in this context? You’re an adult, aren’t you?” Anger surged within Evelyn as her cheeks puffed up and her face flushed red. “I told you. I’M NOT A WHORE.” She said through gritted teeth. Damian chuckled. Her angry face tickled his heart. She looked so adorable. He couldn’t help but want to tease her more. “Of course… I didn’t say you were. I just said I’ll keep you as my pet. I’ll cancel the debt.”

Peterson stated formally with a smile. “I feel the same, Mr. Peterson. Rest assured that I won’t let you down,” Ethan replied politely. Mr. Peterson’s gaze landed somewhere. Seconds later, the old man laughed heartily at what he saw. Ethan followed his gaze and found the little girl playing with the poodle dog owned by one customer falling in line on the counter. His eyes narrowed at the sight. Did that little girl know how dangerous dogs are? “That girl is really something. If not for her who brightened up my mood, I don’t think I’d be able to sign the contract,” Mr. Peterson said.

"He seems to like you. Not that usual," the man chuckled as he saw the dog enjoying Adom's caress. "Haha, well, first, I like dogs, but dogs don't seem to always like me too." He smiled up at the man and stood back up. "Sorry, I'm a bit rude. My name is Adom." He reached out his hand and greeted the man. "I'm Seth." The suited man said, greeted him with a smile, and shook his hand.

He was a horny German shepherd and she was a stray poodle in heat as they fucked like dogs. Once the fucking began there was no further reason for Manuela to pretend she didn't know exactly what she was doing. It was time for her to buck back as good as she was getting it. The thing Manuela liked best about dog-fucking was how deeply her cunt could take a cock. The maximum penetration gave her the opportunity to do things with her cunt that would make a guy's cock sore for days -- leave her stamp on him so he couldn't get her out of his mind.

I wondered just how many other unsuspecting women he had charmed into failure with that grin. “Plus, we found this dog here. Isn't he awesome?” Tyler looked up at me, his hand still on the dog's head. It was a brown mutt with white paws and a white splotch on his chest. He wasn't an ugly dog, but he certainly wasn't going to win any dog shows. Judging by the thinness in the dog's ribs and the state of his fur, he was one of the local strays. I had heard they liked to hang out near the tourist areas of the island because they usually could find food.

Bang. This time, I heard movement. A shuffle, followed by the sound of a lock clicking. The door creaked open just a sliver, revealing an elderly man. He was thin, with wispy gray hair and deep wrinkles that seemed to map out a long life. His faded brown eyes narrowed as he peered at me. "What is it? Who are you?" His voice was hoarse, suspicious. Before I could answer, a small dog—no, a puppy—poked its head out, barking at me in a mix of excitement and hostility. It hopped around my feet, its missing leg instantly catching my attention.

❤ Feels so warm and comfy! Suddenly, the imposing man once again flipped to be very docile, dotingly looking at the two slender arms hugging his. How could he even have the time to care about some rabid dog barking annoyingly? Yet this fool Peyton was really as blind as a bat, not seeing the amnesty he was given, he turned even more lived due to being disregarded. “Who do you two cocksuckers think you are?!? You think this daddy will just let you off if you stay quiet?!?”

I muttered under my breath, scoffing bitterly. My eyes darted around the room until they landed on him—a man who looked every bit as dangerous as the Don but carried a smoother edge. His hair was dark, swept back neatly, and his sharp jawline could cut glass. His icy blue eyes gleamed under the dim lighting, and the smirk that tugged at his lips screamed trouble. He wasn’t as ruthless-looking as the Don, but there was an undeniable charm to him. Without thinking, I stormed toward him, grabbing his collar and slamming my lips against his. The room fell silent for a heartbeat before a collective gasp echoed, quickly followed by cheers and whistles.

The German shepherd dog was trying to guard her and calm her down. ‘Who’s that man? If he weren’t Clayton, then whose shadow that I thought was Clayton’s?’ Sonya repeatedly took deep inhales.