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He knew his Celia wasn’t ready for all that he had in store for her, that he had to go slow and walk her into the things he wanted for them together, but thank fuck sex wasn’t one of them. Now that he’d had her on his cock, he couldn’t imagine not having her with him for the rest of his life. The thought that she could someday leave him had him pulling his tongue from her sweet cunt and rearing up between her thighs.
Celia had no idea what was going on. One minute she was enjoying the wickedness of his tongue, and the next, his hand was wrapped around her throat choking her. He leaned down into her face, as she stared up at him wide-eyed. “If you ever betray me, I’ll bury you under the fucking barn.”
What… Before she could form the word with her lips, he slammed into her, and she came screeching loud as her body writhed beneath his.
“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight.” Celia could only stare up at him as he fucked into her hard while her body betrayed her and opened up to give him more the lunatic.
CHAPTER 18
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Gil thought. One minute the three of them were sitting around the living room talking, and the next, they were in the guestroom of his little two-bedroom home about to fuck. He looked at Bobby, who seemed to read his mind.
“Trust me, Gil, this will take your mind off things.”
“But Mel just died.”
“I promise you that she wouldn’t have mind. As much as that girl loved to fuck, I bet she’s somewhere cheering us on. Come on; it’ll help us both to get over this feeling of doom.”
Bobby wasn’t sure if what he said was true. He was drunk and horny, and there was a willing woman in the room. If he were sober, he’d probably ask himself why this chick would come and offer up herself like this, but as clouded as his mind was, all he could think about was fucking his hard cock into something soft and warm.
His Mel was gone! Every time he thought of it, his heart squeezed in his chest. Ain’t it the truth that you never miss the water ‘til the well runs dry? And what’s that other saying? Something about not knowing you’re in love until it’s too late. Damn her cheating ass, she’d gone and made him fall in love with her, and now she was gone.
Bobby’s eyes turned to the woman who was climbing onto the bed naked, her ass in the air as she moved up to the pillows. “Stay right there.” He moved over to the bed, where Gil was still standing slack-jawed and looking unsure. Bobby recalled that Mel had liked having her pussy eaten out in that very position, on her knees from behind.
“You go around and feed her your cock, Gil.” Bridgette seemed to like that idea since she wiggled her ass when she heard it. She wasn’t a bad looking woman, no Mel, of course, but nothing to sneeze at either. Whatever her reasons for coming here like this, Bobby was grateful. Maybe this was something they did in good ole Ireland to help the neighbors out in time of grief.
That shit didn’t even sound right to his inebriated brain, but he was just drunk enough to accept it. It didn’t matter anyway. He and Gil were just moments away from sinking into a dark depressive state before she came along, and surely this was better.
Bridgette’s heart was beating out of time. She hadn’t expected her plan to fall into place so easily, and even though there was still a ways to go, this was a great start. She didn’t even have to do too much to get the ball rolling. That Bobby guy, who she hadn’t been expecting to be here, had turned out to be just what she needed to move things along in the right direction since Gil didn’t seem able to catch on.
She’d almost given up hope of things progressing once the two men kept going on and on about their lost, seeing no way of interjecting her wants into the conversation without coming across as rude and crass and thus giving herself away. But one look from Bobby, and she knew from the heat in his eyes that she had something to work with.
It was as easy and as simple as a smile thrown in at the right time and now where they were. If either man wondered how they’d ended up here so soon after the last drink she’d poured them, to be helpful of course, they won’t be able to put it together until it was too late. Once they woke in the same bed tomorrow morning, there will be no turning back for any of them.
