Books and Shots Book Club: Wildflowers & Bullets by Keith Kareem Williams
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Content Warning
Wildflowers & Bullets by Keith Kareem Williams contains explicit adult content, including graphic depictions of sexual activity, strong language, power dynamics, and erotic themes.
This prologue is intended for mature audiences only (18+).
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
The plan is simple: steal from the wicked. The risk? Everything.
Joy is a woman who takes what she wants—and what she wants now is justice. After a blood diamond survivor shares the brutal truth about the men behind the glittering empire, Joy and her crew launch a bold plan to strike back.
Their target: the wealthy elites profiting from pain.
Their weapon: a series of explosive heists.
But as the stakes rise, so do the emotions—especially when Hayden and Kurt realize they both want more than just revenge. They want Joy. In this high-stakes erotic thriller, every desire is dangerous—and every diamond comes at a cost.
PROLOGUE
Group Sexcapades
“Yes! Oh yes! Give me that black dick!” were the guttural and yet high-pitched moans that escaped through the slightly ajar bedroom door.
Joy heard it and cringed as she poured herself a fifth glass of wine. She lay naked on top of the plush couch in Hayden’s loft and listened to their special guest scream out in pleasure, her moans often sprinkled and seasoned with politically incorrect phrases mixed with borderline racist verbiage. She felt somewhat sick to her stomach as she swirled around the bright red wine in her glass and forced herself to accept that enduring and allowing a few verbal indignities was a small sacrifice to pay if they were going to have a chance to get what they were really after.
Joy took a sip of her wine to wash the taste of the snow-white, diamond princess from her juicy, pouty lips and tongue. Just a few minutes before, she had been in that bedroom with her face between the legs of the woman whose moans currently penetrated and permeated every crack, crevice and square inch of the luxury, loft apartment. Joy wondered if Hayden’s neighbors on the lower floors could hear the raunchy, smut-laced ruckus. She had tapped out and left him to finish the job. From what she heard, he was doing just fine on his own.
“Fuck me! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” the woman in the bedroom screamed just before the sounds of sex finally went quiet.
Joy let out a deep sigh of relief until she heard Hayden growl, “Come here,” to the woman in the bedroom.
Greedy motherfucka, she thought to herself.
A few moments later, Joy wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream, “Hurry the fuck up already!” or cover her ears as she listened to the loudest, sloppiest blowjob she had ever heard.
The pale princess in the bedroom slurped, moaned, spat, sucked and gagged loudly as she desperately tried to bring Hayden to climax.
“Yes, cum in my face, on my tits, in my mouth,” the woman begged. Then, at last, the bedroom finally went quiet again.
“Fuckin’ finally,” Joy sighed. Little did she know that the night was far from over.
Ivanka staggered out of the bedroom, sweaty and still completely naked. Her blonde hair was wet and matted against her damp skin. She grabbed an empty wine glass and collapsed on the couch next to Joy. She purred like a kitten and tried to plant a soft kiss of Joy’s lips but Joy stopped her.
“You’ve got something on your mouth sweetie,” Joy told her.
“Yum,” Ivanka said as she used her fingers to wipe away Hayden’s semen and then licked her fingers clean.
Joy chuckled and filled Ivanka’s empty glass.
“That was…fun,” Ivanka sighed, exhausted but more than satisfied before she took her first sip of the expensive red wine.
“I bet it was,” Joy giggled and pretended to be playful.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be over. We can have some more fun…if you’re up to it,” Ivanka said as she slipped two fingers between Joy’s thighs.
Joy sighed ever so slightly when she felt Ivanka skillfully massage her clit.
“It’s getting late,” Joy whispered and then bit her bottom lip. “And we still have to talk about your grandfather’s store,” she added.
“Ugh. Why does it always have to be about business with you? Don’t you ever just…relax?” Ivanka
complained and took her two fingers away.
“No, she never relaxes,” Hayden said as he walked out of the bedroom and joined them in just a pair of tight, boxer briefs. “Why don’t you make her relax,” he told Ivanka as he took the glass of wine out of her hand, took a gulp and then pushed Ivanka’s head down between Joy’s smooth, creamy, caramel-colored, cocoa butter-moisturized thighs.
Ivanka didn’t protest. She was just as attracted to Joy as she was to Hayden and Joy tasted amazing, even better than the rich, red wine.
Hayden winked at Joy as he took another sip of Ivanka’s wine. Joy shook her head and rolled her eyes before she decided to relax and let what was happening, happen.
Hayden took a step back to watch Ivanka moan, kiss, lick and hum as she pleased Joy with her tongue. Joy put one hand on Ivanka’s head and pinched her own nipples with her free hand. Even though serious business had been on her mind before, Joy finally let go and allowed herself to get swept up in the sensual moment.
Hayden stood aside as a voyeur for as long as he could and watched Ivanka devour, taste and eat sweet Joy before he felt the uncontrollable, overwhelming urge to join in. Slowly, he walked over to where the two beautiful, sexy women were on the couch. He slapped Ivanka’s ass hard and left pink handprint on her pale butt before he stepped out of his boxer briefs, still impressed by how surprisingly juicy her pale ass cheeks were. He made a mental note to get back to that but before he did, he had his sights set on Joy’s sweet, juicy lips and wet mouth. Her eyes were closed but she must have sensed his energy as he stood there because she opened her mouth wide and invited him inside. Hayden didn’t hesitate and obliged her as he slid his thick dick right into her wet and willing mouth.
Joy moaned as Ivanka licked her while Hayden stroked in and out of her mouth, slowly. She tuned her head to the side and gripped his shaft with one hand so she could stroke him and also to make sure that he didn’t go deep enough to choke her. It turned her on when she tasted the faint hint of Ivanka’s juices still on him.
Hayden let Joy do her thing for a while. He loved the way she kissed his tip, spit on his dick and stroked his shaft, ever so sweetly. Then, when he was ready for more, he moved her hand away and held her face in his hands, gently. He wanted and needed to feel the back of her throat. Joy relaxed and slowly let him push deeper and deeper into her mouth. She didn’t cough and she didn’t choke. (Later on she’d brag about how she deep-throated him like an expert porn star and didn’t gag.) Ivanka wasn’t the only one great at giving head.
Sloppy, wet, deep and nasty was how Joy sucked Hayden while Ivanka ate her pussy and made her cum. After she climaxed and soaked Ivanka’s face, Joy looked at Hayden and said, “Fuck her!”
As Joy watched, Hayden got down on the floor behind Ivanka and roughly shoved his slick, wet, thick, dick inside her.
“Oh fuck!” Ivanka gasped.
Hayden slapped her ass and started to pound away like a savage. Ivanka had a slim frame but her ass was juicy and bubbly. It bounced and jiggled while she took that rough pounding from the back. Joy grabbed Ivanka’s chin roughly and made her look up at her.
“You like that?” Joy asked.
“I love it,” Ivanka moaned as her eyes rolled back.
Suddenly, Ivanka felt like the main course, the center of attention, and she loved every minute of it. “I’m cumming,” she croaked as Joy squeezed her throat.
Joy smiled and stuck two fingers inside Ivanka’s mouth. Ivanka sensuously sucked them slowly as she stared up into Joy’s powerful, hypnotic gaze. Joy pushed her fingers in and out of Ivanka’s mouth until the tips of her fingers touched Ivanka’s throat. Ivanka sucked Joy’s fingers the same way she sucked dick while Hayden plowed her roughly from behind.
Then, without warning, Joy suddenly looked right into Hayden’s eyes, blew him a kiss and with a
wicked grin, told him, “Put it in her ass.”
Surprised, his eyes opened wide but the commanding tone in Joy’s voice and hypnotic, sexually seductive look in her eyes forced him to comply as if he was under a spell. First, he used his spit and then Ivanka’s own juices to make her other hole wet enough for him to slowly, ease his tip in. At first, he didn’t think he would fit but Ivanka backed up on him gently as she tried to relax. She sucked Joy’s fingers as she arched her back and rocked her body, back and forth, each time, his tip pushed a little bit deeper. He had never heard a woman moan the way Ivanka did once the head of his dick went in and stretched her open.
“Oh my…oh my…oh my,” Ivanka repeated, over and over again. It was something she hadn’t done before. The sensation was painful at first, but once she relaxed, it was also something different, which excited her.
Joy watched Ivanka practically lose her mind as she drooled while Hayden drilled his way, deeper and deeper with each stroke.
“Don’t cum yet,” Joy told Hayden. When she saw the look on his face, she knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but, she was going to make him.
“You like it, don’t you. You little slut,” Joy leaned down and whispered to Ivanka. “I love it…I love it!” Ivanka screamed with pleasure.
“Cum inside her,” Joy looked at Hayden and told him.
“I’m cumming,” Hayden said, eager and ready for the sweetest release.
“Yes, cum in my ass,” Ivanka pleaded. “Cum in my ass baby,” she repeated.
That was all Hayden needed to hear. He pushed as deep as he could go and erupted as he let go. “Oh…my…goodness,” Ivanka moaned softly when he finally pulled all the way out of her tight
hole like a cork from a bottle. She collapsed on her stomach, right there on the floor.
Joy stood up and stepped right over her to go and kiss Hayden. She snatched the breath right out him and left him weak.
How does she do this? How does she control me like this? he thought as her mouth and tongue held him hostage.
“What a night, right?” Joy whispered in his ear after she finally released him.
Exhausted, sleepy and more than a little tipsy, Joy stood outside on Hayden’s balcony in just a thin nightgown. The chill night breeze easily whipped through the thin material to caress every part of her body and made her nipples hard as she looked down on the city streets which were not completely empty but far less crowded than they would be when the sun rose in a few hours. Then they would be flooded with people like ants as they scrambled around in an overcrowded city that never slept and never really knew when to shut the fuck up or slow down. Everything there moved so fast but killed everyone slowly and that was the trick. The stress of keeping up that frenetic pace just to stay alive and afloat in that place, that concrete and asphalt jungle, created all kinds of ailments that were silent murderers of the masses that didn’t strike suddenly. No, those silent killers took years to take affect but were almost always inevitable and undefeated.
Like a gentleman, Hayden had left the loft to walk Ivanka down to her car so Joy was alone, or, at least she thought she was until her cell phone rang. She stepped back into the loft and walked over to the nightstand where her phone’s ringtone wailed obnoxiously.
“Hello,” she answered.
“How did the meeting go?” Kurt asked.
“It went well,” she answered as she sat down on the edge of Hayden’s king-sized bed. “How well?” Kurt asked.
“Very well,” Joy answered and almost chuckled. Kurt knew that Hayden and Joy were supposed to meet with Ivanka that evening but he had no idea how that meeting had turned out and Joy had no intention of telling him.
“That’s vague,” he said suspiciously. “It was boring,” she lied effortlessly. “Are you gonna stop by my place?”
“No, I’m already home and I’m tired,” she lied again. “But don’t worry. She’s down. We convinced her,” she reassured him.
“Okay, that’s good. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, very disappointed that he wouldn’t get a chance to be with her that night.
They had been lovers for a long time but, it had been almost a month since they’d last been intimate. He was suspicious, but not quite ready to accuse her of anything, not just yet. He knew she was a free spirit and the type of woman to do whatever she wanted to do, whenever she wanted to do it. That much he had accepted about Joy a long time ago. Still, it bothered him that she might have been keeping secrets from him. He knew that she had other lovers occasionally but, she usually told him about her extra-curricular encounters but his lust for her was so strong, he didn’t care and he even stomached her giving him all of the juicy details when she was in a sharing mood. However, it worried him if there was a man, or a woman, she didn’t want him to know about because it meant that it wasn’t just sex between her and whoever she was hiding. There were emotions attached and that troubled him deeply.
“Yes, have a goodnight. Get some rest. We’ll get down to business tomorrow. I’ll call you before I head over to your place,” she said.
“Okay, goodnight,” Kurt said before he hung up.
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