Property of Chaos Keepers MC Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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Smokey pushed her hair out of the way before kissing across her shoulder. She whined, turning her head to look at him. He just smiled at her. It was very rare Smokey joined in on group playtime in any sexual way. He liked seeing her fall apart, and he liked to see us enjoy her. But that was the extent of playtime for him.

“Smokey,” she whimpered.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he promised, his hand caressing her hair. “So good.”

A sob ripped from her throat when Tank suddenly settled beneath her and began to lick at her cunt. Capone groaned when Tank began to stroke him, and both of them went to town on her, eating her out from front to back, working seamlessly together like they did on so much else.

She was full-on crying now, and it was beautiful. Smokey kept petting her and crooning to her, holding her steady when her legs threatened to give out. I worked River faster, and he groaned, his head falling back against my shoulder, his eyes sliding closed. With my other hand, I fondled his balls, and he whimpered, his hips moving in time with my hand.

“Fuck, boy,” I rasped, nipping at his shoulder.

Tank growled his pleasure, and I looked up in time to see April squirt all over Tank’s face and chest. Capone backed off, his chest heaving, and Tank stood from the floor. Smokey, always knowing what April needed, settled on the floor, his back leaning against the wall, before he drew her onto his lap and spread her thighs with his, nodding once at me and River, who was shaking in my hold, his release close.

“Go on,” I rumbled in his ear. “Eat her out, and if you’re a good boy and make her come, I’ll let you come, too.”

He quickly nodded and walked over to her on unsteady legs. Capone grinned at him—a grin that promised painful pleasure later—and River shuddered before he kneeled between her spread thighs.

“No—oh, fuck, yes,” April whined, her head slamming back against Smokey’s chest. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

She wouldn’t last long. She was already so sensitive, so it wouldn’t take much to make detonate. But River worked her up like he had to really try. April shattered not even two minutes after he started, and I pointed to the spot beside her when he got up. River obediently moved, kneeling where I told him to, and I took his place between April’s spread legs.

“Ready, doll?” I rumbled.

Her chest was heaving, her skin drenched from the water and flushed a pretty red from coming so many times. She was beautiful, her eyes clouded with lust and satisfaction.

“Yes,” she whispered, “Daddy.”

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My cock jerked, precum leaking from the tip and dripping to the shower floor.

Daddy. Goddamn, I’d cherish that title for the rest of my life.

Growling, I dove between her thighs, intending to reward her for giving me something so beautiful. I didn’t take it lightly. I knew her calling me Daddy meant something precious to her. She trusted me to always take care of her, and something in my chest loosened at that.

As I went down on her, I fisted River’s cock in my hand, giving it rough, firm strokes. River moaned, his hand covering mine, his hot breath fanning over my arm. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tank petting his head.

“Hawke, please. Fuck.” April’s body began to shake, her muscles tightening around my tongue as she tried to close her legs. Smokey wasn’t having it though. She sobbed. “Daddy, please!” she cried.

She squirted again, all over my face and hair, and I licked it all up, not even caring how gross it might seem. I wanted everything she could fucking give me.

River came a moment later all over my fingers, and I leaned back on my knees, licking them clean. April sagged back against Smokey, her eyes closing. I grinned and crouched, gripping her chin in my hand. Her eyes opened to mere slits.

“How was that?” I rumbled.

“Sleepy, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes shutting again. My chest squeezed at that title.

“Let’s get her bathed and in bed,” Capone quietly said. “Our girl needs some rest. Smokey, you good with taking her for the night?”

“Always,” he said immediately, his hands smoothing over her bare, damp body.

Capone and I worked on bathing her with little cooperation on her part, while Smokey hurriedly bathed and washed himself. As soon as she was rinsed, we handed her over for him to dry. When they walked out of the bathroom to go to bed, Capone drew me into his arms and ran his fingers through my hair.

I shuddered, my eyes closing as I sank into his embrace.

“Do not take what she just gave you lightly,” he rumbled in my ear, his hold on me tightening.


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