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

I met Archer in a bar five weeks ago, and back then, I never would’ve imagined I’d be as obsessed with him as I was now.

I’ve never wanted to be in a relationship, and in the beginning, I didn’t think Archer wanted that either. But the more time we spent together, the more we slipped into the direction of becoming an actual couple.

I was a bit hesitant, but I was letting it happen.

I’ve always been very open, letting things come to me the way they were, and I never pushed or chased.

I attracted things. People. Men.

Especially men.

Older ones, just like Archer.

He had been watching me across the bar that night, his gaze burning through me for two full hours before I finally stared back.

The fire in our eyes ignited instantly, and it was clear that I’d go home with him that night.

And even when I let things happen naturally, I did let him work for more of my attention.

He had raised a brow at me, expecting me to walk over to him. But I stayed in my seat, giving him the same look back, silently telling him to make the first move.

He was stubborn, and so was I.

While he kept his deep blue eyes on me, I studied the rest of his handsome face to try and figure out how old he was.

His black hair didn’t give me any hints of his age, but his whitening beard did. His hair was long enough to be tucked behind his ears back then, and it was perfectly styled—until he cut it short. He looked just as handsome with a buzzcut.

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.

Or how it would feel brushing against my inner thighs, tickling my pussy.

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.

Archer was fifty-three, exactly thirty years older than me, and that age gap turned me on a whole damn lot.

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.

He was tall, at least six-seven, his shoulders were broad, and his chest hard. Another strange thought appeared in my mind when I took in his large upper body.

Curled up, I was probably the same size. I was five-two.

He had no issue picking me up and holding me with one arm wrapped around my waist.

His lower body was not a disappointment either.

The pants he was wearing were tight enough to show off that big bulge right under his belt.

I could see his length pressing against the fabric. His cock was tucked to the side, and the outline of his tip could be seen near his right inner thigh.

Yet another sexual thought came to me. This time, I was in the air, his cock deep inside of me while I dangled from my arms he was holding behind my back.

It was a position I had seen in videos. One of those monster porn videos where a large creature with a huge cock fucked a human.

Not sure why those videos turned me on, but I knew I wasn’t the only woman who liked them.

Archer was human, but he reminded me of one of those creatures. He was almost as large, and I loved the idea of his huge cock buried inside of me.

As he stood in front of me, his eyes moved all over my face and body, and once he decided to be pleased with what was in front of him, he finally spoke, instantly making my panties wet with his deep, dirty words.

“Instead of just thinking about my dick deep inside of you, why don’t we make it happen?”

I couldn’t deny my attraction.

I was done for in that very moment, and ten minutes later, I was kneeling in front of him in a dark alleyway.

Now, that wasn’t really my style. I was classier than that. But Archer had promised to take me home right after sucking him off, and we both couldn’t help ourselves.

So the alleyway had to do.

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 didn’t tell me much about them but I knew that they were all single men in their fifties.

Some were divorced, some were forever bachelors.

I was excited to get to know the people Archer hung out with when he wasn’t with me, and I was most excited to replace out if he was as grumpy and dark as he was with me.

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.

“How exclusive is this bar?” I asked, moving my gaze to Archer.

Today he chose to wear black pants and a black button-down shirt, leaving the top three buttons open to show off some of that sculpted chest.

He was checking his phone, and after pushing it back into his pocket, he turned to face me. “Exclusive enough to have someone guard the door.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

Always so humorous.

I disregarded his non-informative reply and decided to check myself in the rearview mirror instead. I reached for it with my left hand and tilted it down and to the side until I saw myself in it.

Lifting my right hand to my lips, I brushed my thumb along the edge of my bottom lip to clean up my lipstick. “Are you gonna be this annoyed with me the whole night or will you turn into someone I don’t recognize once we’re with your friends?”

A deep chuckle left him. “You think I’ll be treating you differently with my friends around?”

“Every man does. Wouldn’t be surprised.”

He was silent, watching me from the side while I continued to check my face for any flaws.

When the silence went on for too long, I moved my gaze to his to lock eyes with him. “I take your silence as a yes.”

He clicked his tongue and dismissed me with a wave of his big hand. I loved his fingers around my throat, and I loved them inside of me. Archer never ceased to amaze me with how incredibly talented he was with his hands.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, kid.”

“Don’t.” I glared at him with annoyance. “You know I hate when you call me kid.”

“Then stop saying shit like that. You’re confident enough to suck my dick in public so be confident in what we have. I’m not gonna treat you any fucking different.” His voice was raspy and low, and no matter what he said it turned me on.

It didn’t help when I was mad. Every time that was the case, we ended up having angry sex wherever we happened to be.

Last time we were at a restaurant, and the men’s restroom was the place we ended up spending the most time in.

Until we got kicked out for disturbance.

Instead of continuing the conversation we were having, I decided to end it with one simple statement. “I’m excited to meet your friends,” I told him with a sweet smile.

He didn’t respond with words. He did it with his body. My favorite way of his to reply to me.

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.

He kissed me roughly, his beard scratching my skin, and his lips messing up my lipstick.

I’d have to reapply after this, but for now, I let him mess up my makeup as much as he liked.