Page 33 of Endless Harmonies

“Take your cock out, Sir, so I can eat her pussy,” Turner groans, opening her ass wide to stare openly at her. “Can you smell how needy she is?”

Opening my pants, I shove them down, releasing my pierced cock. Lenny looks at me as if I just promised her Christmas and opens wide, tongue sticking out so she can trace my Jacob’s ladder with the tip.

“Aye, I can smell her. She smells delicious. Such a good little whore for my cock, Lenny,” I rumble as I slap the crown of my heavy cock on her tongue.

Her eyes grow wider, and she keens just before I shut her up by pushing myself down her throat. I growl as I watch my piercings disappear one by one in its new home. “There’s a Good Girl. Gag on my cock while Turner makes you squirt all over his face.”

Cursing under his breath about my dirty mouth, he licks and sucks on her clit as he pushes his fingers inside her core. Together, we fuck her. Turner pushes her further down my dick, and then I push her back to him. I can see Lenny’s thighs tremble, her beautiful, soft skin beginning to pebble with goosebumps.

“Such a good little cum queen for me, aren’t you, Baby? You’re swallowing my dick so good, fuck I love it when you gag. There you go,” I groan, dropping my head back as I bottom out in her throat.

Turner is making Lenny go wild as he swirls his tongue around her clit, the light picking up the glint of his piercing. It always feels amazing when he gives head, and he’s not a lazy lover. There’s arousal covering his face, and he grunts as Lenny clamps on his fingers. I can tell the moment she starts to come because her throat tightens into a vice.

“Fooking hell, Little Girl. I’m… fook me. Swallow it down, oh shit. Yes,” I whisper-shout, struggling not to roar as I release down her throat. Lennon’s pussy showers Turner’s face and fingers like the good girl she is, and we all struggle to calm our breathing.

I overflow Lennon’s mouth as usual, and as my cock pops out from between her lips, I swipe a bit of my cum and push it back in.

“I want some too, and then I need to jump in the shower,” Turner chuckles. He kisses Lennon thoroughly, cleaning her up. “Goddamn, what do you know? Watching you two get off is releasing all the happy. Mav and Atlas may live through this concert.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what the fuck to do about that,” Lenny sighs as she gets up to clean herself quickly and dress.

Putting my dick away in my pants, I watch her transform into the beautiful concert ready goddess that she is. Lennon O'Reilly is always perfect, but the woman wearing a fishnet crop top with a black bralette under it and purple skirt is stunning.

“Okay, please tell Layla I’ll be out in a second and open a window,” she giggles as she plugs in the blow dryer.

“You look incredible,” I breathe. “Are you comfortable?”

Lennon was all baby, and the curves look gorgeous on her. She bought a few pieces in a bigger size for this tour with a shrug. I’m glad she doesn’t care about the number on the scale, because her boobs alone are larger than they were.

“I actually am! This skirt has a little stretch in it even though it doesn’t look like it, and I’m going to wear heeled combat boots to hide my knife in it,” she says with a feral grin. “I’m so used to taking it everywhere, it would be weird not to.”

Opening up the windows, and spraying a room spray that removes odors, I take a sniff. I don’t think it’ll smell like sex anymore in a bit.

“Alright, I’ll let you get dressed.” I grin. I notice Turner’s taking his sweet time pulling on leather pants and a ripped black shirt, and leave him to it. I’ve missed the chaos of performing, and I’m excited for the next few days.

Dr. Xav tried to steal so much from us all, every ounce of my little black heart is happy he’s dead. No one will hurt our girl again and live to tell the tale.

CHAPTERNINE

Turner

Lennon and Layla climb out of the bus with brilliant smiles, laughing and talking as they start walking with us toward the back doors of the stadium. Derek and Orion have Saira and Dev strapped to their chests, rubbing their little backs as they sleep.

Lennon braided her long blue and purple hair into double stacked braids that end at a bun at the base of her neck. Her eye makeup is done in a smoky purple, and her lips are a pouty maroon.

Damn, all I want to do is ruin her makeup later, but I don’t know that I have it in me to be quiet. Layla’s wearing a short, black leather skirt, high heeled booties, and a long-sleeved black crop top. Her blonde hair is curled in loose curls, but the front is braided back from her face. We all look ready to hit the stage.

Wild Heartsis currently playing, and we’re planning to hang out while waiting for them to finish. Atlas and Mav quietly join us, and I have to say they both look like shit. There’s bags under their eyes, and I can see the remorse.

Unfortunately for them, Layla ignores them and continues to chat with Lavender about a fall festival in Georgetown she wants to go to before the wedding. Mav and Atlas look stricken, because we haven’t talked to them about it. Honestly, so much has been happening, I haven’t wanted to pick up the phone to call them. Things are a little fucked right now.

“There’s a room set up for you and the babies,” Jordan says as we walk into the stadium. “I had the pack and plays moved in here, and no one is allowed into that room. I’ve had security on it since I blocked it off for you. There’s water and food in there as well. If you need anything—”

“We’ll let you know,” Orion says gently with a smile. He’s been smiling more and it’s nice to see. “Break a leg, guys, or whatever.”

Snorting, I shake my head. He really is trying.

“Thank you, O.” Lennon grins. “You have milk too just in case but—”

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