Sin: A Dark Reverse Harem & Age Gap Novelette (Sweet as Sin Book 1)

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I ob­vi­ously wasn’t al­lowed to know about it. The only thing Archer ever told me about his work was that he had many clients who were richer than I could ever imag€?ine, and that they dealt with even richer peo­ple and busi­nesses. Let Ford taste how sweet you are, kit­ten,” he said, then he lifted his arm and wrapped it around my shoul­ders. These men were cov­er­ing me like a cur­tain, but the thought of peo­ple get­ting a glimpse of my naked body be­ing used by these five men was the big­gest turn on. It didn’t mat€?ter if she was wear­ing makeup or not, or if her face flared up like it some­times did. Sin­clair was al­ways beau­ti­ful, and I of­ten sat there star­ing at her, ad­mir­ing her.

I didn’t come here with big ex­pec­ta­tions. But what I never ever would’ve ex­pected was Archer shar­ing me with his friends. Two of them had gray beards and their hair was whiten­ing too, and while the few crin­kles showed signs of ag­ing, their bod­ies def­i­nitely didn’t. For a mo­ment I thought he was go­ing to com­plain. In­stead, he watched Archer’s fin­gers tease my pussy for a lit­tle while be­fore he lifted his gaze to con­tinue con­vers­ing with the oth­ers. I kept watch­ing Ford as I couldn’t look at Archer, but I smiled when he reached down my top and cupped one of my tits, squeez­ing it hard and pinch­ing my nip­ple. Their loud groans filled the room, and once they were fin­ished, Archer pulled me up and turned me around to face him.I hadn’t seen them stand­ing up yet, but I was pretty damn sure they were about the same height as Archer. Archer porta Sinclair a un bar perché incontri i suoi migliori amici e ovviamente la cosa si trasforma in un banchetto sessuale in cui Sinclair viene usata in modi diversi da tutti i componenti della tavolata e a lei sta anche bene finché a na certa lei sviene e uno di questi decide comunque di continuare a fare le sue cose nonostante lei avesse detto esplicitamente no e di levarsi dalle palle. Ora, per quanto orrendo il fatto sia, mi è roso il culo 1) che l'autrice abbia dovuto inserirlo perché onestamente non ha avuto senso nel contesto della "trama" e 2) che Sinclair stessa non abbia utilizzato la parola "assault" ma bensì "incident" e a me non va bene perché TUTTI i protagonisti hanno riconosciuto che non si è trattato di un incidente e bisognava chiamarlo col nome giusto se lo si voleva tanto mettere come argomento. I loved how strong he was. How eas­ily he lifted me, and how much con­trol he had over me—even with just one hand touch­ing me. He needed to reach his own cli­max, and when he would, I’d ex­pe­ri­ence yet an­other ex­tremely in­tense sen­sa­tion.

I looked up and saw his bare up­per body. He had taken off his shirt, and around me, the oth­ers were un­dress­ing as well. Once she’d wake up, she’d re­mem­ber ev­ery­thing that hap­pened tonight, and I didn’t want to lose her. I knew what Ren­ner did to her would still linger on her mind, but I would give her all the time and sup­port she needed. He was rub­bing his hard­ness, spit­ting on it be­fore he rubbed it in, then he po­si­tioned his tip at my en­trance. Per­son­ally, I was cer­tain that the way you han­dled trauma had to do with the peo­ple you sur­rounded your­self with.It’s been five weeks of in­tense, hot sex and many sleep­less nights, and tonight was the first time Archer would let me meet his friends. He got up from the bench and left me kneel­ing there with Ford still play­ing with my pussy and ass­hole. I was cer­tain that the three of them were about to make them­selves come once more, and I would be right here wait­ing for them to cover me in their se­men.

You like that, don’t you, kit­ten? Hav­ing some­one else touch you while I’m right here watch­ing.” I looked up again, think­ing for a short mo­ment be­fore al­low­ing my friend to go bare. “You don’t need to use one. I trust you all to be clean.”He kept us­ing his thumb to rub my clit, and I moved my hips in cir­cles to get him to touch me ex­actly where I wanted him to. It was the man to Ford’s right, the one with the icy blue eyes, which meant that the man next to Archer was called Link. The one with the darker skin. I’ve al­ways been very open, let­ting things come to me the way they were, and I never pushed or chased. I kissed her shoul­der and cir­cled her clit with my fin­gers. That wouldn’t help her much. She’d soon have an­other or­gasm, then an­other, un­til she felt light­headed. I had taken baths and show­ers in his bath­room though, so I walked through this room more than I stayed in it.