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)
As she did her homework, her mind went to Ryan and Marissa. She’d never hated the other girl who was a year ahead of her and had never taken part in harassing her that she knows of, but she felt a way about the attention her dad showed the other girl. When he’d been away from home these last two weeks, she’d been sick to her stomach almost every day.
Not that she thought there was anything inappropriate between the two of them, and when she was thinking straight, she knew it was just Ryan’s job, and he was good at it. But sometimes, it made her feel left out, especially like tonight when Ryan had hardly said anything to her while she sat in the stands because all of his attention had been on Marissa.
It wasn’t fair. Marissa still had a dad at home and was one of the few people in the whole school lucky enough to have both parents still living at home. Connie pushed those thoughts aside to concentrate on her math homework. Besides, there was nothing to worry about.
Her daddy was upstairs with her mom, and they were happy; he wasn’t going anywhere. And what’s more, she’d been calling him dad for days now, and he hadn’t corrected her. That thought alone was enough to fill her with immense joy.
Celia snuck out of bed early the next morning and tiptoed her way to the shower so as not to wake Riley. Her head was still full of cotton wool. It felt like from the lack of sleep, and the soreness between her thighs was a dead giveaway of what they’d been up to all night.
She bowed her head against the wall and let the water run down over her as her mind played over Riley’s antics. There was so much to choose from, and she thought for sure that she’d be stuck on his proposal if you can call it that; sounds more like an order to her, but no. Her mind was consumed with what the fiend had said and done to her the last time they made love before they were both too tired to move again.
She felt that same sweet quiver in her tummy that she’d felt when he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you until I breed you.” Who talks like that? And why did those words, instead of sending panic and dread through her, make her pussy wetter and hungrier? Something he had noticed and taken full advantage of.
If anyone had told her a week ago that she’d be standing here contemplating it even for a second, she would’ve laughed them to scorn, but damn if it wasn’t beginning to sound good to her. Back in the big city, she might’ve had reservations because of her job and the dangers she faced. And even though she’d had a gun pointed at her just the day before, she didn’t feel the same stress here, not even close.
“What am I doing?” She asked herself out loud as she reached for the shampoo. This is insane! On the one hand, it seemed like they were moving too fast; even her moving in here with him was way ahead of any schedule she would’ve set for herself, but now he’s talking marriage and babies. That sweet, warm tingle rushed through her again as she lathered her hair.
She felt more than heard him as he opened the shower door and came in behind her. And then his hands were on her breasts as he pulled her back into his chest. “Why didn’t you wake me?” It was obvious that he didn’t need an answer since he sank his teeth into her neck without waiting for one and let one of his hands roam down her middle to between her thighs, right for her pussy that was still sore from his shenanigans.
“Open!” He went back to nibbling her neck while she obeyed, and he drove his fingers into her over and over until she was up on her toes. “Riley, let me wash the shampoo out of my hair before it gets into my eyes.”
“Leave it, keep ‘em closed, just feel.” Somehow that made the whole experience more intense for Celia because all of her senses were concentrated on the nerves in that little nub of flesh between her thighs.
Riley played with her clit until it swelled up and came out of its hood, then eased his fingers into her soft, warm heat. “Fuck my fingers.” His words vibrated against the flesh of her neck before he licked it, and her knees trembled. With one hand squeezing her tit and the other fucking her, his teeth clamped down on her neck, Riley brought his woman to climax before taking his fingers out of her to suck.