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I heard Tony saying as I got out of the car. "Alpha Antonio" He said in a curt voice. Lorenzo and I walked up to join Tony and I finally got a chance to see them. The woman was around my height of five feet eight inches. She had beautiful platinum blonde hair with blue eyes. She must have spent a lot of time outside because her skin was a beautiful bronze color. The man she was holding hands with was over six feet and looked intimidating as all hell. He had tattoos all over his arms, hands, and even some on his face. Then there was the Adonis of who I would assume was the Alpha.

Or you want distraction? Me: Distraction. Please. Tony: Tell me what you’re wearing. My breath caught. Heat crawled up my neck. Me: Just a tank top, no bra and cotton sleep shorts. Nothing special. Tony: Sounds special enough. What color? Me: Black tank and red shorts. They ride up when I move. Tony: You moving right now? Me: Yeah. Shifting. Trying to get comfortable. Tony: Stop trying. Lie back, open your legs a little.

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

“Sure.” Lee and Jamie held my legs open again while Tony took a picture of my pussy. He handed me my phone and my mouth dropped open at how I looked. I looked drowsy, but fully satisfied. My blush pink nipples were puckered. I had their cum dripping out of my swollen pussy and gaping ass hole. I had even more cum around my mouth and droplets on my chest, legs and stomach. Tony leaned down to kiss me and licked Timothy’s cum off of my chin. “I wouldn’t mind if you sent that to me. Not that I would ever forget how you look right now.”

She pecked his chest for a while but got no response. Tony was just standing there like a stick. She took a step back scrutinizing his body. His V-line made her blush. Every time her eyes met that area, she felt her body do some strange dancing. She stole a glance at Tony's face. The smirk was still in the corner of his lip, and he folded his arm, watching her patiently, while drops of water covered his naked skin.

With the dazzling sun above her, Lisa was breathing heavily with bead of sweats forming on her forehead. "Phew! Thank God I arrived at time." Lisa patted her chest and tried to steady her breath. In a corner a bright red sports car was standing and a pair of blue orbs were glued on Lisa. He slowly stepped out of car with his messy hair and lazy appearance for which girls went crazy. His lazy steps stopped when they reached beside Lisa. "Want any help?" His unruly smile blasted Lisa's head with dirty thoughts but she restrained herself.

“I don’t do repeats. Get up and get going.” Lorenzo caught the bundle one-handed, not bothering to cover himself as he stood. Completely naked, unashamed, morning light cutting sharp lines over his abs and down to that thick, half-hard cock hanging heavy between his thighs. My eyes betrayed me, dropped straight to it. Fuck. My tongue swept across my lower lip without permission, heat flashing low in my gut at the memory of how it felt splitting me open. He noticed, of course. That grin turned smug, predatory.

I asked. His eyes darkened and he gulped. That was all the answer I needed from him to put on a strip show for him. As seductively and sexily as I could, I took off my hoodie followed by the shirt I had underneath. Tony’s eyes roamed my torso hungrily and I was grateful for the kind of body I had.

he offered, miming where the cupboard was with his spatula, flicking pancake batter on his countertop. Maria’s eyes took his inattention as he wiped it up with his tea towel to observe his masculine form. There was a dark purple bruise that she could only assume came from the bullet, along with a scar right underneath his collarbone that ran down an inch or two. His skin was lightly tanned, though his arms and face were darker than the rest of him. Tony likely didn’t take many beach vacations. As Tony’s head lifted back to her again, her cheeks pinkened a little at being caught looking at him. He quirked an eyebrow at her but looked back to the pan trying to hide how smug he felt that she’d