Page 17 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

Greed rolled his eyes, but before he left, he swooped down and pressed his lips to mine. A startled gasp escaped me at first, but it didn’t take much coaxing from his expert tongue for me to melt into the kiss. Before I knew it, my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, stroking and curling his tongue around mine.

When Greed pulled away from me to return to his seat, my chest was heaving, and I was panting for breath, watching him go.

Someone chuckled in my ear, and when I jumped in surprise, I found Sloth sitting much closer to me than before. He must have slid his chair closer to mine when I was lost in the depths of Greed’s mouth.

“You put on quite a show there,” he smirked at me, his voice growing lower and huskier as his face leaned closer to mine. “But we’re about to put on a much better one.”

Even though I had been kissing another man only a few moments ago, it felt like there was this magnetic force pulling Sloth and me together until his mouth was slanted over mine, and he was sucking on my tongue like it was his favourite lollipop flavour.

A breathless moan escaped me, and Sloth swallowed it with his mouth, but another, much louder one was quick to follow when I felt his hand disappear under the skirt of my dress. A startled gasp escaped me, and Sloth eagerly swallowed that sound as well.

The way his lips curled into a lazy smirk both turned me on and aggravated me at the same time. Though it was difficult to think straight when his fingers tore through the thin material of my tights, pushed aside the soaked slit of my panties and stroked my clit.

“Sloth,” I gasped into his mouth, my nails digging into his muscular arms as his finger slipped lower toward my entrance, slowly and teasingly pressing the tip in. “What are you doing?”

“If you have to ask what I’m doing, then I’m not doing it right, sweetheart.”

8

MIRIAM

Sloth’s fingers slipped inside me before I could stop them. I tried to clamp my legs shut, but he slid them apart easily to make room for his hand.

“Do you still not know what I’m doing, sweetheart?” He kissed under my ear, dragging his teeth down the lobe and sucking it into his mouth.

My lips parted to answer, but all that came out were airy whispers and quiet, husky groans. The little Church girl inside me was determined to remain as quiet as possible even though everyone around the table probably knew what we were doing.

I enjoyed sex and wasn’t a prude, but that didn’t mean I was an exhibitionist.

The knowing smirk in Lust’s eyes from across the table as he watched me intently while slowly chewing a mouthful told me that he and everyone else around the table knew exactly what was going on underneath the table. Instead of being disgusted or embarrassed as I expected, a pleasurable shiver ran down my spine, and I found myself spreading my legs to make room for Sloth’s hand without even realising it.

Maybe I was becoming an exhibitionist.

“I definitely know what you’re doing now,” I finally answered in a husky whisper, and Sloth rewarded me by slipping another finger inside my seeping entrance. My pussy walls contracted tightly around his fingers, eagerly sucking them in each time he pulled out but thankfully, he was always quick to thrust them back in, going harder and faster each time.

“Your pussy is so greedy for my fingers, sweetheart.” He raked his teeth down the column over my neck, fucking me nice and hard with his fingers. “I can’t wait to find out how tight it’ll be around my cock later.”

“Sloth,” I whimpered at a particularly hard thrust and curl of his fingers that hit that magical trigger inside me. When he did it again, my eyes squeezed shut, and my lips parted in a silent scream as a powerful orgasm washed over me.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Clench that pussy tight around my fingers. Imagine that it’s my cock you’re coming on right now.”

I was already coming, but Sloth’s dirty words of encouragement drew it out until my legs felt like Jell-O.

“Your face is so pretty when you come.” Sloth rewarded me with a wet, open-mouthed kiss, and I shuddered. “I look forward to seeing it again when it’s my turn.”

Through the lust-filled, post-orgasmic daze, I quirked a surprised eyebrow at him.

“When it’s your turn?” I echoed, my tone confused.

“You heard me, sweetheart.” He winked and held my eyes as he lifted his fingers to his mouth. They glistened with my juices, and my cheeks heated when he licked them hungrily. His eyes darkened with each swipe, and my pussy began trembling again.

“Don’t be greedy like Greed. Learn to share,” Envy grumbled under his breath, and before Sloth could do or say anything, Envy leaned forward and sucked his fingers into his mouth.

My eyes widened as I watched the exchange, more so the fact that Sloth didn’t push Envy away. Or Pride when he leaned over to do the same thing, keeping his eyes locked on me the whole time and making me feel hot and needy all over again.

How was that possible after coming so many times?

Before I knew it, all the men around the table had licked my juices off Sloth’s fingers. When it got to Greed, he sucked greedily, and there wasn’t more than his saliva left for the others, so Sloth slipped them back inside me for a top-up. This time, my legs spread on their own accord to make room for his hand, and I moaned loudly when his palm grazed against my needy clit. The innocent way he blinked at me when he lifted his fingers to his mouth for another taste told me there was nothing accidental about that touch.

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