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 having no idea that any of this was taking place right behind him, kept a firm grip on his temper as he pulled onto the long driveway that led to their home. All he kept wondering was what the hell had possessed her to act so out of character. If she thought getting plastered was going to alleviate his anger, she was sorely mistaken. The fact that that asshole Branson was still in town only made matters worse. What was he still doing here anyway?
He slammed the door extra hard when he climbed down from the truck and then walked around back to get her. She was nothing but dead weight in his arms, though she was cognizant enough to mumble some foolishness at him when he lifted her from the truck. “Don’t be mad at me anymore; I can’t stand it.” Celia cupped his cheek with her ringed hand, her eyes glassy, and her head though not quite hurting, felt odd.
“Look, I’m wearing it look.” She waved the hand with the ring around, almost clocking him in the face, which only made him sigh out loud with exasperation. He had a hell of a time wrestling her out of her clothes once they reached the bedroom upstairs because she kept falling all over him and spewing gibberish.
Riley looked at her after putting her to bed, still mad, but his anger had lost some of its heat. “Idiot!” He got up to leave the bed and let her rest, but she became a human spider all of a sudden.
“No, don’t leave me.” She pulled him down, knocking him off balance, and wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him hostage.
“Celia, I’m not…” He started to say he wasn’t in the mood for her shit and ended up with a vodka-soaked tongue halfway down his throat. It was hard to talk with his mouth full like that, so his words of umbrage went unsaid. He tried pushing up with his arms to extricate himself from the human octopus with a thousand arms, but all that did was drive the bottom half of his body, namely his cock, into her crotch.
She smiled up at him and cooed, and he glared down at her, exasperated all to hell. “Let go.” Her answer was to press her pussy harder into his growing cock that had a mind of its own. “I’m not going to fuck you while you’re piss drunk, and I’m mad.” That’s what you think, Celia thought but didn’t have the wherewithal to say out loud.
Her body was suddenly on fire, and there was a need growing between her thighs that only he could assuage. Riley knew he was a goner when she smiled into his eyes and reached down between them to release his cock.
CHAPTER 28
Celia, in her drunken haze, didn’t realize that she was playing with fire. She was just horny, and his cock was hitting just the right spot. Her hands grabbed, and her nails scratched as she tried to relieve him of his clothes. Riley had been going along with it even though his cock was hard as a spike. He was still conscious of the fact that she was drunk and would probably not remember any of this, while he… well, he was afraid of what his anger might do to her if he touched her right now.
All thought fled though when she wrestled his cock from his jeans and gripped it tight in her hands before stroking up and down. It was uncomfortable as shit since the bottom of his cock kept scraping against the rough material, so in the end, he was the one to remove his clothes himself, cussing all the way.
Celia, seeing this as an invitation and victory on her part, jackknifed up in bed and pulled her blouse off over her head before shucking her slacks off down her thighs. It was left to Riley, who, after seeing her half-naked state, had gone into lust overdrive to rip her underwear off and toss the scraps to the side.
He didn’t even bother with her bra, just moved the cups out of the way so he could get to her with his teeth and tongue. Celia had found his cock once again as he leaned over her to suckle her breasts, moving his head back and forth as he feasted on one nipple and then the other.
“Fuck me…please.” Riley almost wished he were taping this shit. His stalwart love isn’t usually this vociferous, not that bold until well after he’s got her started, but the booze had loosened her tongue. I wonder what else it’s done, he thought, and let the last of his inhibitions go. If she wants to fuck, he’s just the man for the job.
He didn’t give her what she wanted right away, though, choosing instead to tease her nipples a little while longer before sucking the flesh of her cleavage between his teeth hard enough to leave a mark. When he was through perusing his handy work, running a finger around the mark of his possession, he licked his way down her body until he reached between her thighs.