Matthew the Red Fox shifted in his sleep, moaning faintly at the delicious feel of something hot and wet gliding up and down the underside of his hard cock. In his dream, he was standing in a steamy shower, rubbing a really small sponge along his hard length, getting himself all nice and clean. Whisper the Loli White Tigress grinned from beneath the blanket when he murmured about getting himself all nice and clean just before she opened her mouth wide and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, dragging a breathy moan from him. His dream took a sudden erotic turn, his dream self looking down to see his love Whisper kneeling between his legs, his cock buried in her eager mouth all the way to the hilt. He grinned down at her as she gave him a peace sign all while working her head back and forth, gobbling his dick quickly. “That’s it, Baby…” Matt whispered in his sleep, encouraging Whisper to suck harder on his cock, making him bow his back a little. It was as she started to work her mouth faster on his cock- deepthroating him- that his dream took on a red tint, his heart starting to throb and pound in his chest. His dream self frowned as the walls started to bleed, the showerhead spraying blood down upon them. It was when Dream Whisper looked up at him, her eyes gouged out, that Matthew woke up with a gasp and clasped a hand over his mouth. He struggled away, leaving a very surprised Whisper staring after him as he moved off the bed and sprinted to the ensuite bathroom. She slipped off the bed after him and followed, “Matthew? You okay?” Concern clearly colored her cute, bell-like voice but it was when she found him retching into the porcelain god that her jade green eyes widened. He looked like hell, and the sight of so much red in the toilet had her dashing to his side. “What happened? Oh god!” she exclaimed, panicking a little, worrying at her lip as he flushed the toilet and sat back against the tub, eyes closed and his head back as he gasped in a few breaths. “I’m fine,” he told her in a quiet voice, grimacing. “Like hell you’re fine!” she retorted, pointing at the toilet as she knelt beside him. “Fine people don’t vomit upon waking!” He opened his silvery blue, red rimmed eyes and smiled at her gently. “I just had a really bad dream,” he told her, pulling her close by a hand closed over her wrist. He hugged her against his chest and ran his fingers through her white hair with its black and blue streaks. “How are you? Sleep well?” he asked her quietly, smiling when she looked up at him like he was crazy. “Oh you know, just a little bit worried about my boyfriend,” she replied, worrying at her lip, “Are you really okay? You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” He nodded slowly and lightly scratched behind her fuzzy ears, “I’m fine, Baby. No worries.” He went to kiss her but she pressed her tiny hand to his mouth. “Your breath stanks, Boy! Brush those teethes and wash your mouth out. I’m going to see if Sammie has some coffee ready,” she told him, slipping away as he laughed. She gave him one last worried look then left him alone in the bathroom. When she was out of sight, Matthew grimaced and clutched his chest over his heart, struggling to slow his heart which was beating erratically in his chest. “Please stop,” he begged then sagged in relief as his heart returned to its normal pace. Biting his lip, he stood slowly and made his way over to the sink, ritualistically brushing his teeth and washing out his mouth while avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. Just as he’s about to leave the bathroom, he glances back at the shower, wincing at the memory of his dream before quickly making his way back into the bedroom. He pulled on his pants quickly before leaving the bedroom to find his ladies. He found Whisper and Sammie down in the kitchen, his little tigress sitting at the table and swinging her feet back and forth while Sammie stood by the coffee maker, fussing with it. “Morning,” he greeted them, feeling better with every passing second. Sammie the Blind White Tigress turned her head towards the sound of his voice and smiled softly before replying, “Good morning to you too.” Clearly she didn’t know about the episode upstairs since she didn’t look worried like Whisper. This morning she was dressed in a pair of soft peach colored pajamas, her long black hair spilling down her back in softly curling waves. “Want some coffee before you go to work?” she asked and nodded when he said that he did. Matt walked over to join Whisper at the table, pausing to give her a kiss between her fuzzy ears before sitting next to her. “You have to work today?” Whisper asked curiously and he nodded. “So you’ll be home late…” she said with a pout, making Sammie giggle softly. “Yeah, but I’ll wake you when I get home, unless you’re snoring adorably,” Matt teased, making her wrinkle her nose. “I do not snore!” she huffed, crossing her arms across her bare chest, her arms below her small breasts. At some point between when they’d been in the bathroom and when he’d come downstairs, she’d pulled on a pair of white panties. He didn’t have to look to know they had a bear printed on the back. He recognized them as the same she’d been wearing when they met. “You so do, but it’s cute so I don’t mind,” he teased some more, laughing when she slapped his arm. “Oh! Thanks, Sammie,” he said suddenly when a mug of caramel colored coffee was placed before him. He took a sip and smiled at the sweetly bitter flavor, warming inside that she remembered how he took his coffee. Especially considering he usually fixed it according to color and feel, something that would be especially difficult for her since she couldn’t see. “It’s good,” he commented, smiling when she did. “I’m glad. I wasn’t sure if I’d made it right,” she told him with a little wiggle before turning back. “Don’t bother making me a cup. I’m going to head back to bed and nap. I’ve got some errands to run but Hallin’s Place and the bank aren’t open just yet,” Whisper told her daughter, “Could you wake me around noon?” “Sure. I’ll just keep my eye on the clock,” Sammie replied with sarcasm thick in her tone, making everyone laugh. “I’ll set my alarm then, Miss Sarcasm!” Whisper replied, sticking her tongue out. With that, Whisper stole a quick kiss from Matthew before making her way back to her bedroom, tail swishing as she went, Matt’s eyes locked on her cute little panty clad rump as she went. When she was out of sight, Matt gave a soft sigh and turned his gaze back to Sammie as she sat beside him where Whisper had been sitting. Unlike her little mother, Sammie had the body of a woman with ample breasts and a booty that men would kill to grab. “Did you sleep well last night?” Matt asked softly, smiling widely when she instantly blushed. “Like a log,” she replied, squirming a little in her seat as she sipped her coffee. “How could I not when you did those fantastic things to me?” Matt’s gaze dropped to her breasts as he noticed that her nipples had grown hard and were poking against the thin material of her pajama top. “Good. I’d have been worried if you didn’t,” he replied with a chuckle before taking a long drink of his coffee, burning his mouth but he didn’t care. Now that the dream had become just a hazy memory, his dick had returned to farmer status- up with the sun. He scooted his chair closer to her and she shifted nervously before giving a soft moan when he reached out and gently rubbed her thigh. “You really enjoyed last night then, huh?” he asked quietly and she nodded, biting her lower lip. “Good. Maybe if I’m not too tired we can play a bit more when I get home from work,” he told her with a soft smile and she wiggled, spreading her legs as his hand slid to cover her sex through her pajama pants. The moan she gave was so cute and he could feel the fabric already damp as he rubbed slowly. “I hate to be a tease though but I should get ready for work,” he told her and she whimpered, quickly setting down her coffee to wrap her arms around his chest. “Don’t go yet!” she begged softly and he smiled as he retrieved his hand from between her legs, raising it to slide through the silky waves of her hair. “Peace, Love,” he whispered softly, kissing her between her fuzzy ears, making her tilt her head back and offer him her lips. They kissed slow but thoroughly, lips parting to let their tongues wrestle, the taste of coffee mingling with their own unique flavors. When the kiss ended, he gently removed her arms from around him and took his coffee cup with him as he stood, going over to the sink. A quick rinse and he put away the mug in the dish washer. “I’m going to grab my shower and get ready for work. I’ll see you on my way out, Sammie dear.” He slipped out of the room leaving her sitting there at the table looking just a little unhappy with him. When he came to Whisper’s room, he eased open the door and smiled at the sight of Whisper passed out on the bed on her back, small breasts rising and falling as she slept. It was too cute and if he had the time, he’d have crawled into bed with her and awoken her like how she’d woken him, except they wouldn’t have stopped with him running away. He grimaced at how he’d practically run away from that delightful blowjob she’d been giving him. He would have to make it up to her, soon. Chewing on his lip, he went over and sat down on the bed beside her, leaning down and softly kissing her forehead, both her cheeks, then tenderly brushed his lips against hers, being careful not to wake her. With that, he sat up then picked up the notepad and pen off the bedside table, quickly writing her an apology before setting the pad and pen back down. It was then that he smiled to himself as he set her alarm for her, trying not to chuckle at how she’d forgotten. Just as he was about to get up, she shifted in her sleep, curling around him, nuzzling his hip and murmuring in her sleep. Biting his lip, he gently stroked her head for a moment before moving away, heading towards the bathroom. His shower was quick and efficient, soaping up his lean body and shampooing his crimson hair quickly before rinsing his whole body off at once. He was barely dried off before he was out of the bathroom and slipping on his work clothes; the loose slacks, undershirt and dress shirt only a little uncomfortable against his damp fur. On next came his tie then he ran his fingers through his damp hair as he snatched up his wallet, keys and phone with his free hand, stuffing them into his pockets. The drive to work was probably the most uneventful in the history of the planet, almost no traffic even with rush hour approaching. He had the radio turned down low, mostly ignoring it as he drove. It was a cool, overcast morning, threatening rain later in the day and he had no idea that the story playing on the news was one he should have paid attention to. “Last night, Convict Cornelius Maxwell escaped from Lanslake Prison. He is described as a 6’4”, 210 pound Great White Shark with a shaved head and a cross shaped scar over his right eye. He is extremely dangerous and should anyone have any information regarding his whereabouts, it is requested that they call the police immediately…” came the voice on the radio but Matthew wasn’t paying it any mind. His thoughts were on the coming day at work. He wasn’t sure how he should react to how his boss Cathy Williams had been acting towards him. She was pretty, mind you, seeing as how she was a tall, leggy Cheetah woman with honey colored hair, arresting amber eyes with red rimmed irises and a killer body. She wasn’t porn star hot, or even curvy like Sammie, but she had supple breasts set on an athlete’s body that was definitely distracting. Grimacing to himself, Matthew realized then that he wouldn’t be so attentive to her body if she hadn’t acted the way she had yesterday. Hell, he’d known from the get go that she was attractive, but it wasn’t until her comment about wearing out her boyfriend back in high school after drinking too much caffeine and then her later comment about saying it was a shame he had a girlfriend that had made him really look at her. It wasn’t fucking fair. He was just a man- mind you a man with two very loving, very sexy women waiting for him back home- but a man nonetheless. Few men had the restraint to not look; fewer men had the restraint to only look. He hoped he was one of those men. He did not need to let his dick screw up a good job and a good home life by sexually assaulting his boss. It was just as he thought that that he pulled into the parking garage beneath the office building that was ZaaCorp’s headquarters. He sighed as he pulled into his spot and parked, taking a second to rearrange himself in his pants before slipping out of his car and heading up the elevator… Someone upstairs was fucking messing with him, he was sure, he thought to himself several hours later as he followed Cathy around like he had yesterday. The woman kept glancing at him with looks like she wanted to rip his clothes off or at least that’s what it felt like to him. Of course, such gazes did nothing for his awareness of her, every now and then his cock pushed against the fabric of his slacks eagerly. Of course, that awareness of her kept on drawing his eyes to her, locking on her swaying derriere or her supple breasts. He was in the middle of self degrading himself when she announced that it was time for lunch. He blinked and nodded, going with her to the cafeteria and purchasing a sandwich and coke. He wasn’t really hungry… for food, but he figured he could calm down by distracting himself with a full stomach. Cause surely that’s how bodies worked, distracting one hunger by feeding another. “Let’s eat in my office,” she told him, her voice a little heated and he turned his gaze back to her, raising his eyebrows when he saw she was stealing a look at his crotch, to which his cock responding like her gaze was a physical caress. Ugh, fuck. Why couldn’t he just have cum this morning? He should have asked Sammie for a blowjob or rubbed himself off in the shower. This was fucking ridiculous. When they arrived at her office, he went inside first and sat down in a chair in front of her desk, mentally yelling at himself for being such a god damn horn dog. He heard the door close and froze, his heart clenching in his chest. Oh hell. She’d noticed his looks and Mini-Matthew’s no so miniature appearances and was now going to chew him out for it. “Matthew,” she started but he interrupted. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little out of sorts today, I didn’t mean to stare-“ he started but swallowed his tongue when he turned and saw her staring at him, her eyes burning and her whole body shaking. “No, I’m sorry, Matthew. I shouldn’t have come into work today,” she told him, her breathing starting to turn to pants, “I’ve been in heat since yesterday but I thought I could hold it back- I can’t anymore. I need cock so bad it hurts.” Matt couldn’t respond, how the fuck was he supposed to even if he could? He was presently locked- he heard the click- in his sexy boss’s office, the sweet, musky scent of her filling the room and his lungs. To her credit though, she was standing near the door like she wouldn’t move until he gave her the okay, which was ridiculous because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t make it out of the room with his clothes intact even if he tried. When he stood but didn’t move towards her, she pleaded, “Please fuck me, Matt. I need it so bad.” There were tears forming in her eyes as she hugged herself, shaking as she stared at him. “B-but… if you don’t want to, then it’s fine… I have a dildo in my desk I can make do with and… and stuff…” she said hesitantly, sound very vulnerable. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” he cursed softly, grimacing. He knew a Feline’s heat was painful if unattended too long, but it just wasn’t his place to help her. He really shouldn’t. He should call for him, tell her no. He really shouldn’t be walking towards her. Nope, nope, nope. The ‘he shouldn'ts’ went on and on but as he drew closer to her, he saw her expression shift back and forth between desperation, need, desire, and fear. He didn’t talk, he just picked her up by her hips, shifting a bit as she instantly wrapped around him like she was trying to climb a tree. If he’d been even slightly resisting by this point, that resistance went out the window the second her soaked panties pressed against his hard cock through his slacks. They met in a hot, tongue tangling kiss, her rough tongue doing its best to fuck his throat while his own did the same to hers. He carried her over to the desk and kicked her chair out of the way as he set her down upon it and was just about to tear her panties off when she shoved him away, making him stumble back. As he steadied on his feet, he growled at her, only to watch her spin around and pull up the back of her suit skirt, exposing her tight ass to his gaze. His eyes devoured the black line that split her left cheek from her right, his cock throbbing in his slacks at the erotic sight. “A g-string? Naughty,” he growled and she shivered, as she reached back and pulled the string out of the way for him. When she didn’t hear him unfastening his pants, she looked back over her shoulder only to cry out as his tongue rasped over her hot pussy, fresh juices leaking out of her as she grabbed at the desk. He’d knelt behind her, fully intent on doing what he’d thought of doing before, eating out her cunt until she begged for his cock. He really, really hoped the office was soundproofed as she cried out loudly every time he rasped his flat tongue against her puffy pussy and engorged clit… but with every lick, more of her flavor coated his tongue and more of his mind was lost until his head was empty save for the blinding need to fuck. “Please!” was as far as she got before he was suddenly standing, unfastening his slacks and freeing his cock. Her nails buried in the wood of her desk as he plunged his length inside her, bumping her cervix and making her give a little scream as she climaxed hard. She shook and shuddered in the throes of pleasure even as he clutched her hips and fucked her fast and hard, his hips slapping her ass with a force that would leave her sore later. She climaxed four more times before his hands left her hips and grabbed her blouse, pulling it open, popping the buttons before he pushed her bra up and grabbed hold of her breasts. Her head sagged forward and the only sounds that left her were guttural and thick with pleasure. Matt lasted maybe a few more minutes before he growled that he was cumming, making her shudder and toss her head back, “In me! In me!” She gave another scream as he slammed his hips hard into her ass one last time, pushing the head of his cock against her cervix as he came hard, gushing so much hot seed inside her that it spilled out around the base of his cock and ran down her inner thighs, some dripping down to stain the carpet. She shuddered beneath him as he leaned down and bit her neck, holding her still in a very primal way as he emptied his balls into her. It was no more than a moment later before she sagged atop her desk, panting, while he released her breasts and fell back onto his ass, leaning against the wall behind him as he struggled for breath. His eyes watched his cum ooze out of her abused pussy and where satisfaction should have been, a thick guilt plagued his gut. He wasn’t satisfied at all, hard cock evident of that fact, but his head had cleared enough to guilt him into not going after another round. “Th-thank you,” Cathy whispered breathlessly, not moving from where she was on her desk- probably because she couldn’t. “I needed that so bad,” she told him, giving a shudder. When he didn’t reply, she struggled up onto her elbows and looked at him over her shoulder, her gaze taking in first his still hard cock which made her want him again, but then she saw his expression and knew there wouldn’t be another round, or even a next time. “Never again, Cathy,” he told her quietly, his voice seething, “This was just a one-time thing.” He grimaced and raised his hand to run through his hair only to flinch when he saw blood on his fingertips, realizing he’d dug his nails into her hips. He grimaced again and stood on shaky legs. “I have a girlfriend waiting at home,” he told her, self hatred filling him. She was quiet as he stuffed his cock back into his slacks, not saying things like ‘then why did you fuck me’ or ‘you weren’t thinking about her when you had your dick in me’ or anything else he expected. Instead she simply whispered, “Thank you.” He flinched as if she’d slapped him and he really looked at her laying there all vulnerable before giving a sigh as he closed the distance between them. He grabbed the box of tissues off the desk, which had miraculously not been knocked off, and set about gently cleaning her up. “I’m sorry, Cathy… I shouldn’t have taken my self-hate out on you like that. You asked for my help and I gave it,” he said quietly, grimacing to himself. “Are you okay now? Will you be fine to work the rest of the day or do you want to head home?” he asked softly as he wiped the traces of blood from her hips. He could see her nails still embedded in the wood of her desk and so he then gently helped her pull them out, wincing at the sight of the blood under her nails. They’d been… no, he had been too violent. “It’s okay, Matthew… I’ll be fine,” she told him softly, “It’s always like this when I’m in heat… I just need a bit to remember how to move then I’ll be fine… for the rest of today at least.” She took a shaking breath and sighed, her face turned away from him. “I’ll have to take the next few days off,” she told him quietly, “Will you be okay running things while I’m gone?” “Of course… I did have an amazing teacher after all,” he told her and she turned her head towards him, resting her other cheek on the wood of her desk as she did, giving him a little smile. “You totally ruined my blouse, you know that right?” she told him with that little smile. “Not totally… I only popped off a few- well… every button, but at least I didn’t rip it or anything. Right?” he asked and she gave a little laugh. “I’ll check later when I can lift myself up,” she told him, the atmosphere in the office, while still thick with the scent of sex, growing a bit lighter. “I’d open a window but they don’t open do they?” he asked as he sat down on the desk beside her, not getting a response from her. He looked over at her to find her eyes closed and he sighed, moving a hand over to stroke her hair. He was such a bastard, he thought to himself, fucking his boss like that- hell, fucking her at all. He gave a sigh and sat there quietly beside her. Two hours later when she woke and was able to get up, they both took a moment to straighten their clothes a bit, Matthew offering Cathy his undershirt. She accepted it gratefully after fixing her bra and she quickly removed her blouse before tugging it on. Afterwards, she donned her blouse and tucked it into her skirt before using a few bobby pins to hold the two flaps together. Last came her suit jacket and she buttoned that up as far up as it would go. It still left the top half of her blouse noticeably undone but thankfully the borrowed undershirt hid her cleavage and chest from view quite nicely. They had to rush to catch up to where they should have been, but Matthew still left work a good hour later than he’d expected, finally pulling into the driveway of Whisper’s home at nearly nine pm. He sighed as he sat there, worrying away at his lower lip as he gazed at the house. He stank like sex and Cathy’s perfume. There was no possible way he could hide what had happened. His heart sank a little in his chest and he briefly wondered if he should have pulled into the driveway of his parent’s house and took a shower there, but shook his head at that thought. He’d fucked up so he had to face the music. He got out of his car and walked towards the house, chewing on his lower lip as he pulled out his keys. When Sammie pulled the door open right as he was going to unlock the door, he gave her a little smile. “Hey there,” he said softly and she smiled at him, stepping back. She was wearing an overlarge t-shirt that fell to just below her hips and her long hair was done, making her look so sexy. “I heard your car pull in so I came to get the door,” she told him, waiting until he came in and closed the door behind him before hugging him. She stiffened instantly and sniffed at his shirt before pulling back and clenching her jaw. “Why do you smell like sex and perfume?” she hissed, her ears back, her fingers clutching at his shirt. With a sigh, he explained what happened, watching her as he did. When he’d finished, she stepped back and slapped him, hard. It hurt and surprised him, but he’d been expecting it. “Why the fuck didn’t you just say no?” she hissed then her hands went to her hips and her anger seemed to leave her as she sighed. “Never mind. It happened and you fessed up. You could have gone to your parents’ house and showered before coming here but you didn’t. You faced the music and I know you’re a good man, so I can’t be too mad,” she told him. “It is a good thing Mother is passed out upstairs or this would have gone down much differently…” “I know…” Matt replied with a sigh then stumbled a little when she grabbed his hand and dragged him through the house. “We’re going to get you all spiffy clean and wash your clothes so Mother is none-the-wiser,” she hesitated then and asked, “It won’t happen again, will it?” “No. It was just a one-time thing. Even if she asks again, which I doubt she will, I will say no,” he told her with conviction. He didn’t blame Cathy for what happened, but rather himself and knew if he’d said no then it wouldn’t have happened. “Good. Come,” she told him, leading the way to the bathroom upstairs that rested halfway between Whisper’s room and Sammie’s own room. “I can wash myself you know,” he told her as they entered the bathroom and she shut the door. “I have no doubt you can,” she replied as she turned the shower on then pulled off her shirt, leaving herself in a sexy, lacy black bra and an equally sexy, lacy black thong. “However, I may be just a tad bit jealous and maybe I want to get you all clean with my own hands. You know, to make sure you don’t smell like her when you crawl into bed with Mother,” she told him all matter-of-factly. Despite himself, Matthew couldn’t help but laugh softly as he stripped. “Okay okay. By the way, very sexy underwear you got there, Honey,” he said softly, making her blush just a little. “Thanks. They make me feel sexy,” she told him with a smile before unclasping her bra and dropping it to the floor before removing her thong. “You’re sexy as hell without’m, but I like’m,” he told her. “Hush, you horn dog,” she scolded him before getting in the shower with him close behind. True to her word, she scooped up the bar of soap after orienting herself in the shower and created a nice lather between her hands. Matt held as still as he could as she glided said hands across his chest a moment later, letting her clean him, though he noticed her touch lingered a bit longer than it should. “I’m pretty sure that’s the sixth time you’ve rubbed my nipples. If they aren’t clean by now then they never will be,” he said huskily to her and she gave a little laugh. “Quiet you. You don’t get to say when you’re clean,” she scolded him though her hands did drop down. He sighed softly as her hands glided down his stomach then across his hips. He was pretty sure she’d ‘clean’ his dick as thoroughly as she had his chest, but he quirked a brow when she knelt and started to soap up his legs instead. She was intent in her actions and he couldn’t help but be aroused by her touch. Hell, who was he kidding? He was hard the second she pulled off her shirt, and now he was positively throbbing. He gave a little groan when she stood and her breasts brushed against his hard cock before pressing against his chest, her nipples like diamonds against him. “Sammie,” he whispered but she hushed him as she ran her hands across his back and butt, giving him a squeeze there as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. When she pulled away, he fully expected her to pick up the soap again and work over his cock. What he didn’t expect was for her to reach up and grab the showerhead, pulling it down. It was one of those wand things and he raised his eyebrows as she used it to wash the soap from his body before giving a moan as she focused the spray on his hard cock while she stroked him with her free hand. “Sammie,” he moaned and she hushed him again before dropping to her knees and stroking his cock more intently. It was an odd sensation, the steady spray of hot water against his cock’s tip while she stroked his length, but it was when she focused the spray on his balls and captured the tip of his cock in her mouth that he lost it. He gasped and clutched at her hair as he shot his hot cum into her sucking mouth, coating her tongue while her hand milked his dick. He leaned back against the wall of the shower as she pulled her mouth off his cock and sprayed his tip with water again, making him writhe in what was near pain, his tip frighteningly sensitive. “There. All clean,” she told him with a grin before standing, handing him the showerhead. “Put that where it belongs and we’ll get out-“ her words died with a gasp as he suddenly crowded her back against the wall, holding the showerhead between her legs, letting it spray against her pussy. “N-no!” she groaned but her hands on his shoulders clutched at him, not pushed him away. She rocked her hips into the spray as he kissed her, their tongues wrestling while she shuddered and shook. Obviously she had been turned on quite a bit by washing him then sucking him off, because she came within moments, crying out his name after breaking the kiss. Matthew grinned at her as she panted heavily, her eyes partially open to reveal their sapphire hues and milky irises. “N-not cool,” she panted and smacked his chest when he laughed softly. “You loved it and you know it,” he said in a purely male tone before putting the showerhead back in its holder before turning off the water. “Damn right, but I was supposed to be getting you clean,” she told him with a huff. “You did, so I returned the favor,” he told her, giving her wet rump a playful slap before carefully helping her out of the shower. The two of them dried off before gathering up their clothes, taking them to the laundry room. Immediately they were stuffed into the washing machine and set about cleaning before they made their way to the living room. Together they cuddled on the couch under a soft blanket, Matthew watching TV while Sammie read a book, her fingers gliding across the brail with practiced ease as she leaned against him. That was how they passed the next two hours, getting up only to first put their cloths in the drier, then to take them out and fold them. “Let’s head to bed,” Matthew told Sammie then and she nodded. Up the stairs they went but when she turned to go to her own room, he stopped her by taking her hand and leading her into Whisper and his room with him. When they arrived at the bed, he smiled at how cute Whisper looked drooling all over the pillow she was currently wrapped around. He gave her a few little nudges until she woke up and looked at him with sleepy eyes, reaching out to him adorably. “Hey baby~” he whispered as he hugged her gently, then he nuzzled her cheek and kissed her lips softly, “Mind scooting over so we can join you?” he asked and she looked passed him at Sammie. “Sure,” she replied with a smile and together the three of them snuggled beneath the covers. “How was your day, love?” he asked softly as she snuggled against his side, resting her head on his chest. “Pretty average. Went to the bank and had to stand in line for ages,” she paused to yawn and kiss his chest, nuzzling a little, “Then went to Hallin’s Place and bought groceries and chatted with Hallin for a while before I came back. I played some of that city builder game… oh what’s its name?” She looked a bit thoughtful then shook her head, “I can’t remember but it was really fun. You control like five families in a medieval era and build a village and stuff. It was a bit repetitive though and I started dozing off so I went to bed.” “Sounds pretty cool,” he replies softly and strokes her hair, smiling when she yawned again and snuggled closer, practically laying atop him now, one leg tossed over him and her panty clad cunny pressing against his hip. “Mmm… Wanna do it?” she asks him, making him chuckle. “In the morning, Baby. I promise. I had a long day at work,” he told her and she whined a little, one hand sneaking down to rub low on his stomach. “Come on… Surely you wanna stuff your cute little girlfriend's cunny with your hot, hard cock,” she whispered, clearly shaking off her sleepiness. “I’m trying to sleep over here,” Sammie spoke up, making Whisper and Matthew chuckle. “Sorry, Sweetheart, but Mommy wants Daddy’s dick,” Whisper said, raising her head and sticking her tongue out at her daughter. It was then that Sammie surprised them by saying quietly, “I’d like it if he was my Daddy.” Both Matthew and Whisper looked over at her quietly for a moment before looking at each other. Matthew licked his lips as he considered his words then said softly, “One day, Sammie, I will be.” Whisper’s eyebrows went up and her eyes widened at the promise in his words. She was dumbstruck by that, though she really shouldn’t have been. He was living with her and they were in a relationship. She was pretty sure he loved her and she knew she loved him, but still this felt a bit out of the blue. “Do you mean that?” Whisper asked quietly, looking at him, biting her lower lip as her jade eyes gazed into his. “Yes,” he replied without the slightest hesitation, running his fingers through her hair, “But now is not the time or place for a proposal, you know.” He gave her a soft smile and she returned it tentatively before they met each other in a tender kiss. Slowly she settled down against his chest, closing her eyes, her mind turning over the possibilities. She wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking they were before this point, but now as she fell asleep, she dreamed of a future with him that was more than him just being there and fucking her senseless every day. “I love you, Whisper. Don’t forget that,” he whispered to her as she slept and he sighed, looking over at Sammie to see her already deep in sleep herself. “I love you too, Sammie,” he said with a little smile before relaxing there with the two of them, staring up at the ceiling. His chest hurt a little, his heart doing that strange stuttering in his chest, but it passed quickly and when it didn’t return, he drifted off to sleep, wondering what kind of ring he should propose with.