The Sinners Club by Kate Pearce

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    â€œPlease, my lady, take me deep, finish me.”
    She stopped touching him entirely and he almost groaned at the loss.
    With a glance at her brother, she wrapped her hand around Jack’s cock just above Simon’s. “Come then, both of you.”
    Simon started to move hard and fast, letting Jack’s cock slip more easily through his fingers. The countess sucked the rest of him into her mouth and held tight as the two men climaxed in shuddering waves. As his seed pumped out, she drew back and watched his come flood helplessly over her hand and her brother’s.
    Without a word, she bent her head and started licking him clean, her rough tongue making him shiver as she traversed his now sensitive cock and balls. Simon eased free and got off the bed to wash, bringing water and soap back to Jack, who was still trapped by the countess’s fingers and mouth.
    The water felt cold against his heated, pummeled skin as Simon carefully washed him. The countess sat back and watched, her gaze fixed on Simon’s hand as he swirled the washcloth over Jack’s now flaccid cock.
    â€œThat was very nice.”
    Jack eyed her carefully but she didn’t sound like a woman who intended to throw him out on his ear the next morning. She sounded almost pleased with herself. But then why would she not? He was now doubly compromised by the siblings and hopelessly enmeshed in their peculiar relationship and love life. He fought a grin. They probably thought they had him tied to them for life, but they had no idea that scandal was his lifeblood. Sometimes it was good to be wicked.
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    Mary bent to retrieve her forgotten shawl, allowing Mr. Smith an excellent view of her bosom. Her heart beat strongly against her skin and she was still warm.
    â€œOh dear,” she sighed.
    â€œWhat is it, my lady?”
    She touched her finger between her breasts and then licked it into her mouth. “I’m all sticky too.”
    Mr. Smith glanced back at Simon, who was smiling appreciatively. “I’d be more than willing to help you with that, my lady, if your brother permits.”
    Simon waved his hand. “Be my guest?”
    Still naked, Mr. Smith climbed off the bed and came toward her. She took a moment to appreciate his lean strength, the firm muscles in his thighs and the already increasing length of his cock.
    â€œWould you care to sit down, my lady?”
    She sat and waited to see what he would do next. Simon handed him a fresh bowl of water and a clean drying cloth. Mr. Smith came to kneel at her feet.
    â€œMight I beg a favor of you first?”
    She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “What is it?”
    â€œMay I use my tongue on you, before I use the cloth?”
    Her nipples hardened in anticipation and she sank back into the cushions with a sigh. She undid the drawstring at the neck of her nightgown. “Yes please, Mr. Smith. That would be delightful.”
    She shivered as he delicately drew the fabric away from her breasts, uncovering them completely. For a moment, he did nothing but stare at them before slowly licking his lips. Her nipples ached for his mouth and she drew a deep, tremulous breath.
    With a soft sound, he reached forward and cupped her breast. His tongue flicked out and skimmed over her nipple and then around it, making her shiver. He continued to lick at her, his tongue agile as he worked his way around her flesh, dipping between her breasts spreading his time between the two needy points of her nipples.
    â€œAh, Mr. Smith, that’s—”
    He nuzzled her skin, sucking her into his mouth and she dissolved into a puddle of desire. She became aware of Simon kneeling by Mr. Smith’s side, his hand inching up her nightdress spreading her knees wide to reveal her needy sex.
    â€œShe’s wet here, Mr. Smith. Do you want to lick her clean here as well?” Simon asked.
    â€œGod, yes,” Mr. Smith breathed.
    He lowered his head, his wide