Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“Move on, Trina,” he snapped.
“Come on, baby. You know it was good with me,” she wheedled as she gyrated in a circle, twerking her ample bottom in time to the music.
“Not a good idea to disrespect my old lady,” Keys all but growled, not looking at Lyric. She wouldn’t find this in the least amusing. “You’ll get your ass thrown out very fast.”
Trina’s eyes grew wide and she switched her gaze to Lyric. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I really didn’t. I wouldn’t have…” She broke off.
Lyric shifted uncomfortably beside Keys. “No worries,” she mumbled.
Keys wanted to strangle Trina, but it was his own damn fault. Transporter caught Trina’s wrist and pulled her over to stand between his legs. He just indicated the ground and she went immediately to her knees, seemingly grateful for the distraction.
Keys felt the beat of the music pounding through his blood. Ice and Soleil joined them in their circle, throwing a blanket on the ground just a few feet away. They were exhibitionists, but Ice had concluded it was only safe to indulge at a Torpedo Ink party, so when they had the opportunity, they indulged. It wasn’t long before Ice had Soleil naked, with her giving him head while his face was buried in her pussy.
Keys tipped his head back, swallowing his drink, watching as Absinthe led his wife, Scarlet, his pet, over to them on a leash. She was on all fours, a collar around her neck, breasts and ass swaying. A diamond-and-ruby tail rose between her ass cheeks, catching the light from the fire. Keys wasn’t into that kind of fetish, but it was sexy and a turn-on to see Absinthe with his kitten. And Scarlet was a fantastic kitten. She never broke her role, no matter what Absinthe had her doing. Keys especially liked that both Absinthe and Ice initiated anal play and it was treated as normal. He wanted Lyric to see that done right, it could be pleasurable.
Keys glanced at his woman. She was wide-eyed, taking in the sight of a real party gone wild. Her gaze strayed to Trina kneeling between Transporter’s legs, her mouth busy. Then it shifted to Scarlet, who was going down on Absinthe as he absently stroked her hair. Ice had Soleil seated on his cock, but it was impossible to tell from Lyric’s angle if he was pounding her pussy or her ass.
Anya and Reaper slipped into their circle, Reaper positioning Anya on all fours. He took her from behind, slamming deep, his fingers digging into her hips to hold her exactly where he wanted her.
Lyric looked so innocent, so genuinely shocked, even after everything they’d done together. Keys’ cock was so damned hard he was afraid he’d shatter just by seeing that look on her face.
“Sit on my lap,” he ordered and all but put her there, her back to his chest, her legs straddling his thighs. He tugged on her hair until she relaxed into him, her head on his chest. It wasn’t just to get her where he needed her; it would put one chair between her and Trina. There was no way to keep from watching the show the woman was putting on. She moaned and groaned and slurped hungrily and enthusiastically at Transporter’s cock. She wasn’t the only one. Soleil cupped her breasts at Ice’s demand, rolling and tugging on her nipples. Scarlet was sexy as hell, sitting back, lapping at the cream on Absinthe’s cock, which was at half-mast but already growing again.
Storm opened his jeans, allowing his cock to spring free. His fist circled the wide girth and he began jerking in time to the music. Lyric’s shocked gaze jumped from each of the Torpedo Ink members and their wives to Storm and back again.
“Take your shorts off and give them to me.” Keys made it an order.
Lyric hesitated and then shook her head. “I can’t.”
But she didn’t sound certain that she couldn’t. Her voice held the mixture of fear and excitement he was familiar with. He snapped his fingers and pinned her with a compelling gaze. Her hands went beneath the long flannel. She lifted herself from his legs and shimmied the shorts down over her hips and legs to drag them off.
“You know what to do, Wildfire. You keep this up and the yard is going to get a show of me smacking your ass until you scream for mercy.”
He was fairly certain he got an eye roll, but she folded the shorts and handed them to him. He stashed them under the chair and leaned back, taking her with him. The long shirt made her feel safe when she was anything but.
He reached around her and began to slowly slide each button from the buttonhole, allowing the shirt to gape open. She gasped, her hands coming up to stop his, but her bottom shifted over his cock. She felt hot on his lap. She might feel conflicted, but watching the bodies writhing and pounding into one another had left her needy.