All Chapters of THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

The wedding Aunt Lydia had handed me the clipboard that morning with a quick, excited hug. “Sweetie, can you keep an eye on the exterior designers? Make sure the arch is centered and the flowers match the palette. You’re my rock today.” Her smile was so bright it almost hurt to look at it. I’d nodded, forcing enthusiasm into my voice, and spent the next few hours drifting between the garden tents, greeting distant cousins and great-aunts I hadn’t seen since Mom and Dad’s funeral. They pinched my cheeks, told me how much I’d grown, how much I looked like my mother. Now there were only thirty minutes until the ceremony. I was still in yoga pants and an old hoodie, hair in a messy bun, while the other bridess floated around in silk robes, sipping mimosas. Panic spiked. I mumbled an excuse about checking something upstairs and bolted for my room, taking the steps two at a time. The door clicked shut behind me, and I exhaled shakily. I’d showered earlier, thank God, so I splashed cold

I’ve been in love with my homeboy—technically my best friend—for as long as I can remember. But if I ever called him that to his face, it would be one-sided as hell. I still tell other people he’s my best friend, just never when he’s around. The second I do, his whole face tightens like I’ve insulted his bloodline. He says I’m “too much,” that I don’t act “girly” enough, that I’m always “acting like a stud.” Whatever that means.I never confessed ten years ago in college, so I’m damn sure not doing it now. Besides, he’d never see me that way. I’m deadass confident about that.Yet here we are, in his living room, rain drumming hard against the windows. I’m sitting on his worn leather couch, legs spread in my usual baggy cargo pants, and oversized hoodie, and he’s curled into me like a broken thing. His head is heavy on my chest, arms locked around my waist, face buried between my breasts like he’s trying to disappear. He’s crying again—third time this week in a row —and every sob vibr

Tasha’s POV What the actual fuck? My heart pounded like I’d just run a marathon as I peeked into the room. Three fucking naked guys with huge cocks!!! Scratch that—three. Two more were chilling on the balcony, their silhouettes just as intimidating. These dudes looked like they’d gone through dick enlargement or something. Each one looked like they’d been sculpted for sin, their dicks thick, veiny, huge….literally way out of the world. “This is too much”. “My tiny cunt isn’t ready for this,” I whispered, my voice trembling. Anal? Yeah, I’d always been scared of it, and these guys didn’t look like they were here to go easy. “Yo Hey, bitch, why you hiding?” one of them growls, stroking his massive cock. “Get that tight ass over here.” Busted. “Guess I’m caught,” I muttered, stepping forward, my heels clicking with each shaky step. My stomach twisting with horny anticipation , my pussy was already wet, I hated how I get turned on really fast. Betraying me. They tur