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. A moan es­caped me when I felt the warmth in­side of me and drip­ping down my in­ner thighs, and Archer groaned, emp­ty­ing him­self. He was rub­bing his hard­ness, spit­ting on it be­fore he rubbed it in, then he po­si­tioned his tip at my en­trance. He leaned in, plac­ing his left hand on the wall be­hind us, and he low­ered his hips un­til his tip touched my pussy. Of course, hav­ing Archer there was im­por­tant to me, but I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that four more men were go­ing to play with me. Share me.

I’ll get her some wa­ter,” Ford said, and Sin­clair watched him get up and head over to the open kitchen.Af­ter an­other while of star­ing at each other, he fi­nally gave in and got up from his seat, and as he walked over to me, I let my eyes wan­der all over his body. I looked up to watch Archer get rid of his pants and boxer briefs, and once he stood there in his t-shirt, he needed a mo­ment to take in the scene go­ing on be­hind me. The smell of cigars and whiskey filled the room, but it didn’t bother me much. I was fo­cused on my man and the ones he was walk­ing me over to. He turned in his seat and reached out his hand to wrap his fin­gers around my throat, pulling me closer be­fore he cov­ered my mouth with his.

It looked like they all worked out, though, they were so huge that it didn’t nec­es­sar­ily have to be mus­cle mass that made them so…large. My tip was touch­ing her cheek, and I moved my hips so that it was right at her mouth. “Keep it open. Tongue out.” I will share her with you now, but she’ll be mine alone af­ter tonight,” Archer said, and af­ter a long pause, he added, “Un­less she wants to do this all over again one day.” I had taken baths and show­ers in his bath­room though, so I walked through this room more than I stayed in it. 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.Ta­bor’s eyes were fix­ated on my pussy, and while his left hand was hold­ing on to my thigh, he was stroking his base in­tensely. 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. Ren­ner watched us both in dis­be­lief, as if he hadn’t just as­saulted my girl while she was un­con­scious. Mm-hmm.” I man­aged to open my eyes, but ev­ery­thing around me was a blur. Still, I didn’t stop them. “More.”

When he broke the kiss af­ter slid­ing his tongue over mine one last time, he mut­tered un­der his breath, telling me to move over to him. The tropes in my books range from “nor­mal” spicy age gap nov­els to for­bid­den and ex­tremely taboo ones. Not ev­ery­one is into taboo books, and while I know that most of my read­ers (the ones who have been with me since my first ever pub­lished novel in 2020) know not to read any­thing they know they won’t en­joy, there is al­ways peo­ple who still read my taboo books and com­plain af­ter­ward be­cause they couldn’t han­dle them or were trig­gered by the con­tent. She was en­joy­ing the at­ten­tion my friends gave her, and I had no­ticed that when that hadn’t been the case when we got here, she was up­set about it.

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.

whatever saving graces this had was gone at this point for me, and I hope its really clearly reflected in this review.A moan came out of me, and I reached out my hand to grip his shirt. We wouldn’t get out of this car for a while, and things would get steamier in just min­utes. I hate a FMC who has no personality behind them, and Sin is the absolute epitome of one! I was surprised by this (again, even though I read bad romances on purpose, I still have some standards), despite all of the flags being there. I didn't really have an issue with most of the stuff detailed in the tw list at the start, but there definitely should've been a more in-depth warning especially as the FMC literally gets SA'ed. If this was the only way to have Archer’s at­ten­tion for the rest of the night, then I was okay with it. A wait­ress ap­proached our ta­ble and Archer or­dered our drinks, and one of the oth­ers asked for an­other whiskey.