He thought I was beau­ti­ful. He didn’t have to say it out loud, and it only made me more con­fi­dent. Be­fore Archer, I thought about that one night when I was four­teen al­most ev­ery day. But the longer he was in my life, the less I thought of it. Dirty girl. Can’t get enough,” Ford mur­mured as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, and I moved my gaze to him again, watch­ing him ad­mir­ing me. Sin­clair was watch­ing me in­tensely, lis­ten­ing care­fully to ev­ery word I said. When her frown deep­ened, I knew she’d have more ques­tions about this. “I thought Ren­ner is your friend.” She moved, gen­tly push­ing Ford’s hand off her, then she turned in my arms un­til she was kneel­ing on the bench be­tween me and Ford.

That’s enough.” Ta­bor’s voice rang through the room. “Let him go. And you, don’t show your face here ever again.” I al­ways have trig­gers men­tioned, and if there’s more you would like to know be­fore go­ing into them, please don’t hes­i­tate to write me di­rectly. Ford ca­ressed my right leg from my an­kle to my thigh, and Ren­ner rested my left against his body, with my foot barely reach­ing his chest. I had no doubt she’d want to do this all over again once we were done, but she had no idea how tired and ex­hausted she was go­ing to be. Archer came to sit next to me, his hand im­me­di­ately touch­ing my thigh. “Boys, this is my woman, Sin­clair.” He then looked at me, in­tro­duc­ing me to his friends with­out point­ing at each of them to make sure I knew who he was re­fer­ring to. “That’s Link, Ren­ner, Ford, and Ta­bor.”We didn’t shy away from any­thing—es­pe­cially bod­ily flu­ids. But I was sur­prised the first time he emp­tied him­self while be­ing buried in­side of me, fill­ing my ass­hole with his hot piss. I slowly opened my eyes as his cum filled me, and I turned my head to look at him with the faintest smile. “I love you too, Archer.” Archer let his friend touch me, and as long as he didn’t have is­sues with that, I wouldn’t have any ei­ther. I ig­nored his words and kept tight­en­ing ev­ery mus­cle in­side of me, know­ing if I held on a lit­tle longer, that cli­max would be in­cred­i­ble. Smirk­ing, I pressed an­other kiss to her lips be­fore stand­ing up straight again. “We’ll see about that.”

My girl was ly­ing on the bench, face down, and her body limp. She was un­con­scious, and when I got to her, I had to make sure she was still breath­ing. I guessed him be­ing in his late for­ties be­cause he still looked young, and as it turned out later that night, I wasn’t off by much.Stop look­ing at my woman,” Archer mut­tered, but even he was smirk­ing, not tak­ing this se­ri­ously at all. “Ei­ther that, or you join in. My kit­ten’s a naughty one. She won’t mind.” He leaned in, plac­ing his left hand on the wall be­hind us, and he low­ered his hips un­til his tip touched my pussy. 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.”

Last but not least, I loved the Epilogue and the surprise we got at the end. Especially this tiny insight about Horace. I felt a little bit sorry for his ass actually. Mm-hmm.” I man­aged to open my eyes, but ev­ery­thing around me was a blur. Still, I didn’t stop them. “More.” Ford and Ta­bor had al­ready come in­side of me, and Link had—sur­pris­ingly—po­litely asked to come in my mouth. Link’s right hand was tightly wrapped around his base, and af­ter slid­ing his tip through my slit for a while, he fi­nally pushed into me. Ta­bor looked up at me, and some­thing flashed in his eyes. He looked down again as he ran his fin­gers through her slit with a smug grin on his face. “I might just do that.”

I ask you not to read my ex­tremely taboo books if you’re aware of your trig­gers. There are way too many peo­ple de­cid­ing to read books they can’t han­dle, only to then bash the book and hate on the au­thor. His fin­gers pinched my nip­ples, and soon af­ter, I heard him spit. It cov­ered my tits, and he used his hands to rub it into my skin. “God­damn. Look at those sweet tits glis­ten­ing,” Link mur­mured, let­ting me know that it was in fact him play­ing with my tits. His beard wasn’t too long, and I couldn’t help but imag­ine how it would feel against my skin when I’d kiss him. The wait­ress re­turned, set­ting their drinks onto the ta­ble. And as if Ford no­ticed my dis­com­fort with her ap­pear­ing just ear­lier, he started fin­ger­ing me harder, mak­ing me moan out loud with the wait­ress stand­ing there, watch­ing.

Heard any­thing from Manny?” The man next to me asked. His ques­tion was di­rected at Archer, and I looked up at him to await his re­sponse. I helped her sit up on the ta­ble, and once Ta­bor stepped away from her, the oth­ers did too. I pulled her to me, lift­ing her, and wrap­ping her legs around my waist. Archer parked his SUV in the bar’s park­ing lot, and I looked to­ward the en­trance where a guy with sun­glasses and a buz­z­cut was guard­ing the door. Beg for it then.” A smug grin pulled at his lips, and the ar­ro­gance in his eyes only made me want more.I looked down at my lap and placed both my hands on Archer’s. He was still grip­ping my thigh, and to re­mind him of my pres­ence, I pushed his hand be­tween my thighs and against my pussy. 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. With­out ask­ing for per­mis­sion, Ford reached be­tween my legs and started play­ing with my pussy. His fin­ger­tips grazed my folds, then he started rub­bing my clit with his thumb, cir­cling it slowly, teas­ing me.