Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Riley!” Celia screeched when he gripped her underwear between his big strong hands and tore. The sound seemed loud in the quiet of the woods, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that before he was there, his head between her thighs and his tongue inside her. “Mercy!”
Celia held on for dear life while Riley literally went to town. She was already fascinated by his technique when it came to eating pussy, but this was on a whole other level. It was almost like he had something to prove, and prove it he did. The growling sounds he made as he lapped at her flesh reverberated through her, and she damn near scalped him as the pleasure became too intense.
Riley was a man on a mission. A mission to stake his claim on his woman and mark his territory…again. For as long as the asshole was here short of pissing on her to mark her as his, this was the next best thing. Used to be all you needed was a damn ring.
For now, he ate his woman’s pussy like it was the burger and fries he’d been imagining having for lunch all day. She juiced like an overripe peach in the hot southern sun around his tongue, and he left his fingerprints in her ass while he held in her place to feast.
Celia lost count of how many times she came screaming, and before she could catch her breath from the last one, Riley had stood up with cock in hand, ready to impale her. “Open your shirt; I wanna taste my tits.” He all but growled the command, which she was only too happy to obey, and just as she snapped the front clasp of her bra open, he drove his cock into her full bore.
Celia came, clamping down tight around his rod, and Riley held still, enjoying the feel of her pussy throbbing around his cock as her juices wet his balls. When his hand went around her throat and squeezed, there were no words needed. Riley figured she knew exactly what this was about. And the fact that he pounded her cunt harder than ever before was another telling sign.
He slammed into her so hard the two-ton truck rocked back and forth like it was being rammed by his prizefighter bull. He knew he was putting a hurting on her tight little pussy but didn’t much care; he wanted her walking crooked for the rest of the day. Although he knew she wasn’t stepping out on him and never would, in his manly way of thinking, if he tears her pussy up, no one else could get near his shit because she’d be too sore. Speaking of which…
Celia had just been coming down from one orgasm when he pulled out and put his mouth on her again. She figured at this rate, she was going to lose her mind from the pleasure, and when he eased his fingers into her ass while tonguing her down, her pussy sprung a leak.
Riley waited until she was close this time before taking his tongue off her clit and giving her his cock again while sucking the plump flesh over her tit into his mouth hard. He was pretty sure at this point that the nice leather seats in his truck were done for since she was cumming all over them again, but it was well worth it. By the time he started to offload inside her, he was back to feeling normal again.
He pulled out when his balls had been drained and grinned down at his limp fiancée, who looked like she didn’t know what hit her. “That ought to do me until tonight.” Celia could only ask herself just what the hell she’d gotten herself into when he walked around the truck whistling as he fixed himself after leaving her in her state of undress. Fiend!
CHAPTER 12
Misty spent the rest of the day after the detective left, pacing her home in a state of distress. Things had somehow become more real after the visit, especially after learning about her husband being taken to the hospital. She bit her nails down to the quick as her mind was consumed with the worry of what would happen next. She spent so much time preoccupied with the thought that she forgot all about her daughter.
Connie was becoming worried about her mom. Though the other woman has always been somewhat neglectful, she’d never seen her quite like this, so distraught. She had to call her name three times before her mom heard her. “What?” Misty was a bit short with her daughter, something she hadn’t been in a while, not since meeting and marrying Ryan.
With a man in her life finally, some of the resentment she felt towards the child that had caused her so much heartache, and grief had eased. Here lately, though, ever since Ryan had spent two weeks away from home and her hold on him had slackened, she has been slowly losing control over things again. She didn’t have time for the girl who just seemed to be underfoot all the damn time.