Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I grunt. She hitches her leg over my body, opening her pussy, and my cock is all too happy to oblige if it weren’t for the fact that my cell phone quit ringing only to pick back up again. My mind replays tonight, remembering the need to have Celeste so badly that we didn’t make it back to my place before she was in my lap in the hired car on the way back, dress up around the curves of her ass, my pants undone, and her sliding down my length. It was hot. The only view the driver got was Celeste sliding up, then gliding down, rotating those sinful hips of hers. I kept her covered in all the right ways while still allowing her to take over. It was hard, so fucking hard not ripping off her dress and feeling her naked skin. It’s one thing to be on a balcony and the thought of someone watching being hot as fuck, but being within touching distance if a cocksucker got a wild hair up his ass and decided he wanted to participate, I wouldn’t fucking let fly.
“Wylder,” I answer the phone, one arm still wrapped around Celeste, the other hand now pressed to my ear. The annoyance floating through my voice is loud and clear. One night is all I asked for. That couldn’t happen.
“It’s Nico. You need to get down to the casino, man. We got problems, big ones.” Not the news I want to be woken up to. I pull the phone away from my ear to check the time. It’s six o’clock in the morning. We didn’t even make it home till well past three, which means I’m functioning on two hours of sleep, if that.
“Fuck, I’m on my way.” We don’t discuss what kind of problems it could be; anyone can tap into your phone line, and when Nico is the one calling, you know it’s something about the money laundering side of things. First, it was Terry with his line of shit, little dick syndrome to the highest degree, which wouldn’t be so bad if he could back it up. He couldn’t. Then, earlier this week, it was Layla fucking over Celeste. Now this. The shit keeps piling up. Swear to God, if things don’t mellow the hell out, I’m booking us a one-way trip out of Vegas for a month straight.
“Where are you going?” Apparently, my attempt not to jostle Celeste while I got out of bed wasn’t successful. I watch as she grabs my pillow and stuffs it under her head. Her eyes are open but not quite alert, the sleepiness showing through. The sheet slips down over her shoulder, making me wish I weren’t being pulled away from her. I’d have much rather been the one waking her up, whether it be with my hand between her legs, working her pussy, feeling the wetness I undoubtedly know is there, or my mouth, lapping at each fold, sucking them into my mouth, one and then the other, Celeste waking up when she feels my teeth nip at her clit. My favorite scenario out of the bunch would be her waking me up, already on my cock, feeling her cunt strangle my length, watching those full tits of hers bounce, head tilted back in complete and utter rapture.
“The casino is having an issue. I’ll text you when I know what time I’ll be home. No use in you getting up, sweetheart.” I watch as her hand slides out from under the covers. My thigh is within reaching distance, and I feel the softness of her fingertips wrap around it.
“Okay, kiss me, and then I’ll go back to sleep,” she mutters, attempting to hide just how tired she truly is. I don’t respond. There isn’t one necessary. If what my woman wants is my lips pressed against hers, that’s what she’ll get, and when she deepens it with a flick of her tongue across my bottom lip, it’s hard to pull back. The only reason I do is because I know what will happen: the temptress herself will keep me from leaving; not that I want to, but the sooner I get there, the faster I’ll return.
“Soon, sweetheart.” I softly kiss her lips one last time.
“Okay,” she whispers, eyes fluttering closed, and that’s when I turn towards the closet. I need a suit, to brush my teeth, and do something quick with my hair. Even if I am rushing around, there’s no good reason to appear like it, especially if there’s trouble that will require a lawyer to be present.
TWENTY-NINE
Wylde
“At least the cops aren’t here, one silver lining,” I tell Nico as we’re walking into the security holding room, not surprised in the least so see who’s sitting with his hands cuffed in front of him. Fuck, I’m really glad Celeste didn’t insist on coming in with me.