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Reaching down, Tess let her fingers wrap around my thick shaft as she rode Blade’s dick.
Blade’s eyes moved from Tess’s bouncing tits down to her hand on my dildo. “You’ve got such pretty hands, Trinket.”
I could have watched her like that for a long time. Her head rolled back as she took Blade deep inside her center.
Her moans grew fevered, almost ready to release on Blade’s shaft.
But it was my turn with our toy.
Gripping Blade’s shoulder, I peeled her off of Tess and pressed myself between the gorgeous woman’s legs.
“What the fuck—” Blade started to complain.
Gasping, Tess’s jaw dropped as I slid back inside of her. “Holy—”
I growled in her ear. “Nothing holy about this, Sweet Lamb.” Bringing my hand to her neck, I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her hard.
“Damn…” Blade moaned, her hand buried in her pants as she watched us. Her eyes were caught on Tess’s neck.
Taking a peek, I saw what I’d done. A bloody handprint covered her flesh, my palm stretching across her throat as my finger wrapped to the base of her skull.
Tess licked her lips, feeling the cool liquid on her skin.
As I thrusted deeper inside of her, my gaze caught on movement in the dark.
Standing just past the admissions booth, Cyrus watched us. Her jaw was clenched tight, her knuckles white around the blade of her machete.
My instinct was to stop, to slow down at least. But Cyrus didn’t flinch, lifting her chin instead as she stared.
Winking at her, I turned my attention back to Tess.
I’ll make her fucking scream my name.
Tess whimpered as she caught my gray gaze. “Choke me. Please.”
My eyes widened at her request. My Sweet Lamb was ready to be dominated.
“Tap me three times if you’re done.”
That was all the warning I gave her before I let my blood-soaked hands tighten around her pretty little neck.
Had she seen Cyrus?
Based on the way she watched the space behind us, I could only assume she had.
And her desire had only grown more fervent. Tess wanted her — against her better judgment.
I heard her gasp for breath as moans tried to pass over my hands on her throat.
Blade’s hand moved faster and faster under her pants until Tess’s moved to the waistband and slipped inside.
“Oh, fuck, Trinket.” Blade’s eyes rolled back, her hand gripping Tess’s hair.
I could only imagine what Tess’s skilled fingers would be doing under the fabric.
As I watched them, movement in my periphery caught my eye. This time, Cyrus was gone.
Tess’s body was responding to us, shaking against my long shaft as her muscles began to tense. Leaning back, she rested her elbows on the cool metal of the truck. Blood ran along her arms as the entire truck shook against my grinding.
