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Sierra Simone
Book ArchiveContemporaryEroticaMolten
I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be. I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.
What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18.
They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.
My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.
Sinner.
Man. This book was so unexpected. I mean, it’s a Sierra Simone book, so it’s a given that it’s filthydirtyfuckhot (that’s totally a word), but what was unexpected was the emotion. It’s so much more than the bad boy dirtying up the virgin. It’s about faith and goodness and forgiveness and love. It hit me in the feels more than once, and that emotion was in perfect balance with the filthydirtyfuckhot. You will fall instantly in love with sinner Sean Bell. If I could give Sinner and Sierra Simone a billion stars, I would.
A taste
"I can't stop thinking about pushing that jumper up to your waist and nuzzling into your cunt until my face smells like you. I want to bite your tits through that white shirt. I want to see that cross necklace sliding around your collarbone as I find out if you prefer two fingers or three."
"This mouth. I want to eat it and fuck it and worship it and abuse it."
"I'm not going to take off your underwear. I'm going to peel this silk off you like the skin of a fruit, and then I'm going to eat you. I'm going to suck on you like a plum. I'm going to unwrap you like a Christmas present and then you'll see what a happy boy I am."
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