SBMC Miami Box set - Erin Trejo Page 0,24

some of the prospects over there? Think that would help keep them off his scent until we can move it?”

“Probably, but what about after that? They won’t know that we moved our product and that leaves Joe open to an attack. He’s too good of a man to have this shit on his head,” I remind Viking. He blows out a ring of smoke as we hear hoots and hollers filtering into the office. He laughs and shakes his head knowing that things tend to get a little rowdy on party nights.

“What if Joe lets them see he doesn’t have shit after the fact? We keep prospects on him at the same time. That way nothin’ fires up,” Viking says. He sounds unsure of his own statement. I don’t blame him though. That’s one hell of a big risk leaving our prospects out there in the open like that.

“Let’s just get our shit moved first. Once we have it secure, then we can make a decision on Joe. Right now he should be fine with the prospect hangin’ around even if they don’t wear their colors in the bar. That way nothin’ is out of the ordinary,” I suggest. Viking nods, and then passes me the joint. I bring it to my lips and inhale, letting it calm my nerves a bit.

“Sounds good. We’ll go over it all at church this Sunday. Don’t think anyone will have an issue with it.” I nod my head agreeing with him before shoving out of my chair.

“I’m gonna go see what the hell all that noise is about.” Viking laughs as I head toward the door. I expect to see someone getting fucked in front of an audience, but when I open the door and my eyes glance around the room, I was not expecting to see that.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” I grumble. I’m frozen in place. What the hell did I just miss? Viking walks up, resting his hand on my shoulder as he follows my gaze.

“Oh goddamn. Who is that with Tink?” he asks.

“That’s Whit, brother.”

“Your Whit?” he asks sounding a little shell shocked.

My Whit? She isn’t mine, yet I like the fucking sound of that. I nod my head and reply, “The one and only.” We both stand there in shock as we watch the girls eating each other’s pussy on the pool table. I groan at the same time Viking reaches down to readjust his dick in his jeans.

“When those two are done send me Tink, yeah? I need to make a phone call, but damn do I wanna watch this,” Viking chuckles. I nod and walk out of the office making my way through the crowd. I get a few slaps on the back and a few stop me to say hey, but my eyes stay glued to that little piece of ass that is now nearly naked on the pool table in front of me.

When I reach the side, I move to where Whit can see me. Her eyes are closed as she licks at Tink’s clit. I’ve seen plenty of girl on girl action don’t get me wrong, but this is the sexiest fucking thing my eyes have ever had the pleasure of watching.

Whit’s orgasm rushes her at the same time as Tinks. Both girls pant and lick each other until Whit’s eyes open. She grins up at me with wetness coating her lips and chin. She fucking grins at me. Reaching for her as she crawls off Tink’s body and moves straight toward me. Taking her lips with mine as soon as she’s close enough sparks my cock into action. It wants her. Now. Only her. My tongue pulls all the flavor of Tink from her lips. Lifting her nearly naked body from the pool table and into my arms, she moans. Her overly sensitive pussy grinds against my body as she wraps her legs around my waist.

“You couldn’t wait for me?” I ask while walking us toward the hallway where the rooms are.

“I told you I needed to be fucked,” she says breathlessly as she kisses her way down my neck. When she bites into my flesh I nearly come on the spot. Whit grinds against me as if she didn’t just orgasm all over the pool table.

“You are horny as fuck, aren’t you?” I ask as I reach down and open the door to my room. She doesn’t stop, but hums against my skin. I kick the door closed behind me and head straight to

readonlinefreenovel.com Copyright 2016 - 2024