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  BACKDOOR OF SIN

  A FORBIDDEN ROMANCE

  S.E. LAW

  S.C. ADAMS

  Copyright © 2022 by S.E. Law and S.C. Adams

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  CONTENTS

  About This Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Double XL

  Sneak Peek: My Best Friend’s Dad

  About S.E. Law

  About S.C. Adams

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  Freya: I’ve always loved going to s*x parties. It’s an itch that I need scratched, and it works out because I’m able to do the worst of the worst without judgment: after all, I’m pregnant, and I’m engaging in backdoor love with not one, but sometimes two, three or even more men at these things. It’s the only thing that helps with the awful nausea from my pregnancy, and these days I need it A LOT.

  But one day, I’m gardening and a wave of pain comes out of nowhere …

  Agony rips me apart and I squirm on the ground while clutching my belly…

  When my handsome neighbor appears, ready for the rescue!

  Mark Fierceton is a gorgeous fireman with a bronzed chest, rippling abs, and blue eyes that see EVERYTHING. He asks what to do and I end up blurting my awful secret: I need it deep in my backside to help with the crippling pains.

  But instead of being shocked, Mark is *totally* into it.

  Soon, the handsome alpha male is helping me through my pregnancy nausea every morning, afternoon, and night, making me cry out with fierce pleasure.

  But this isn’t a relationship because I’m not ready. I have enough on my plate, and my neighbor doesn’t need the baggage that comes with dating an unemployed single mom-to-be. But what if the alpha male wants me regardless? What do I do with our impossible situation after the baby is born?

  This is a tale that turns the usual romance trope on its head because in this story, Freya’s the one who’s not ready for a relationship with a gorgeous man who solves her problems. But Mark’s a domineering asshole (even if he’s gentle with his woman) and he doesn’t take no easily. Watch as sparks fly and the going gets hot because Freya’s in for a hard lesson up her backside that our hero is only too happy to deliver! This is a follow-up to Mouthful of Sin, but all of my books may be read as standalones. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

  1

  Freya

  * * *

  My phone beeps and I glance down.

  Passcode: Green beans

  My eyebrows go up because for a secret sex club, that doesn’t seem like much of a passcode. I though they would use words like “dominate,” “submission,” or at the very least, “alpha,” but instead, the passwords have been things like “fluffy,” “banana” and my favorite: “marshmallow.” Where are they getting this? Who’s thinking up these ridiculous passcodes? To be honest, it kind of spoils the mood because secret sex clubs are supposed to be just that: sexy. But instead, we’re using Sweet Valley High-type code words.

  But I roll my eyes and toss my phone down before turning back to the closet. The party’s tonight and I’ve got to find something to wear stat, silly password or not! I flick on the light within my closet, and frown. Dang. I don’t have enough skanky stuff, which means I’ll have to make a trip to La Rouge sometime to pick up more lacy lingerie, not to mention crotchless panties and nipple-baring bras. Those are my favorites, and I love prancing around in silk and lace that show off everything.

  But the problem is that I’m pregnant now, so I don’t want to spend too much on lingerie that might only be worn a few times. I glance down ruefully at my big belly. She’s not enormous yet, I think with a smile. Just medium-sized, which is perfect for the second-trimester.

  After all, I’m a single mom-to-be. My last job was as a receptionist at a sperm bank called Valley Cryo. They were shut down by regulators, but when word came that that was going to happen, I jumped on the opportunity to be artificially inseminated. I know. It’s so crazy that even sperm banks have “fire sales” of sorts, but that’s what happened. I was able to get the procedure done at half price, and then with my employee discount on top of that, it ended up almost free.

  But it’s good because I’ve always wanted to be a mother. Even though I’m only twenty-two, there’s no sense in waiting. I think the worst mistake is when ladies focus on their careers for too long. You wouldn’t believe how many women who are forty plus walk through the doors of Valley Cryo with hope on their faces. But then, I’d observe them over the course of the next year, their expressions growing more somber with each visit.

  After all, society has changed a great deal. Women are valued employees, and are fully expected to climb the corporate ladder these days. But the problem is that biology hasn’t caught up with that. From my job, I know that a woman’s most fertile years are in her early twenties, and as I result, I didn’t want to wait. When the opportunity to be inseminated came, I took it.

  As a result, my baby will be joining us soon. Everyone I know was surprised about the pregnancy, but they’re generally happy for me too. After all, I’ve made it clear since I was about five years old for my desire to be a mother, so the fact that it’s finally happening for me is really exciting and wonderful.

  The only downside is the nausea. I know that every woman has a different experience with this. Some ladies are perfectly fine throughout their entire pregnancies, whereas others, like myself, suffer. Bad, in my case too. I generally wake up feeling awful, and run to the toilet to upchuck. Then, I nibble on some crackers and ginger ale, which helps a little, but not a lot. Basically, the cycle repeats for the remainder of the day and it’s really unpleasant. I need to be within twenty feet of a toilet at all times, just in case the need to vomit strikes once more.

  But I have found a solution that works for a little while at least: anal sex. I know it’s surprising, but something about backdoor orgasms helps my body relax a bit, and after having anal sex I’m usually able to function like a normal person for half a day. It’s wonderful, but the problem is: where am I going to get my backdoor love from? After all, I’m a single mother and so I don’t exactly have a partner available to put it in whenever the nausea strikes.

  But that’s where the Circle comes in. They’re the secret organization that puts together these clandestine parties, and I try to go to as many events as I can. Of course, the events are generally at night, so it doesn’t help much when the nausea strikes in the mornings, but the good part about Circle events is that people are very accepting, and anything can happen. As a result, when I show up obviously pregnant and requesting backdoor love, no one blinks an eye. In fact, there are usually plenty of men happy to help, and I often have anal sex with multiple partners over the course of the party.

  Dirty? Yes. Hedonistic? Absolutely. Filthy beyond belief? You betcha. But right now, it’s my best solution. What other options do I have? I don’t want to call any of my exes, because they’re kind of losers. I don’t want to go on-line because I don’t think many guys would be into dating pregnan
t women. And most of all, I don’t want a relationship. I made a decision when I got pregnant that I was going to do this on my own. As a result, I’m not looking for a boyfriend, babydaddy, or anything like that. I’m looking for a man to give me a deep backdoor drill to help me through the nausea, and then thank you, goodnight. They’ve done their job, and I just want them to leave without any cuddles, kisses, or romance.

  So yes, I’m a filthy whore. I get it. I’m using men for their bodies, but the thing is that it’s really fun! It makes me feel so good and I love being a naughty girl. Besides, I’m not hurting anyone, and I’m treating this as a “lost period” in my life. After Valley Cryo closed its doors, I decided not to look for another job immediately. Instead, I’m just puttering about my home, taking care of myself while waiting for the baby, so there’s no one keeping tabs on me. What I do in my free time is up to me, and I like it that way.

  But right. The party. A slight twinge of nausea makes the vomit rise in the back of my throat and I swallow hard. I can tell it’s going to get worse as the night progresses, so what I need to do is to dress sexy so that I can get my needs taken care of asap when I arrive at the location they’ve texted.

  But what to wear? I flip through my lingerie drawer, and finally settle on a purple bra with matching cheeky panties. The bra is basically two postage stamps that cover my nipples, finished with straps that criss cross above my big belly. The sides and bottoms of my creamy tits hang out, begging to be stroked and I giggle while putting it on.

  Then I slide into a matching purple thong which basically only covers my clit because it’s so small. I turn to check myself out and giggle at the sight. Oh yeah, the string in back is buried dirtily between my big cheeks. Stepping into my purple stilettos, I bend over with my back to the mirror before pulling my buttocks apart with my hands. Oh yes. My asshole isn’t really covered by the string at all. Instead, the purple line just bisects it, showing off the pink pleats spread on either side, and I giggle again while winking the hole at the mirror. I hope the men at the Circle like what they see because I need something in there sooner rather than later, and I need it bad.

  With one last toss of my curls over a shoulder, I grab my trench coat, my purse, and a couple of sex toys, just in case. Then I stride out my door and get into the car, punching in the location on my GPS. The machine beeps and I smile saucily. This is going to be fun and I can’t wait.

  2

  Freya

  * * *

  I step onto the wraparound front porch, wobbling precariously in my high heels. Goodness, the Circle certainly selected a different type of venue tonight. The mansion I’m about to enter looks like it was built in the Victorian era with turrets, narrow windows, and gables that droop. The porch itself encircles the entire house, and of course, all the windows are blacked out, although I can hear the tinny sound of music coming from inside.

  After knocking, a slot in the door appears and an eye peers out. No one says anything. Instead, I merely look at the green-blue eye as it stares back at me before swiveling to the right and then to the left, as if to make sure I’m alone. The entire effect is a bit creepy.

  “Um, green beans?” I ask. “Or maybe green bean, singular? Oh shit, I can’t remember. Here, let me check my phone again.”

  But then, the slot slides closed with a thump and the door swings open. A woman stands there, she of the green-blue eye. She’s gorgeous with black hair swept into an updo, and a tiny black cocktail dress that bedecks her curves.

  “You’re in,” she says. “Welcome to the Circle.”

  I nod, stepping into the house.

  “Thanks.”

  The door swings shut behind me, and I make my way down a long hallway covered with an exquisite runner made of red and brown wool. Then, I turn left, where the music’s coming from, and sure enough, this is the location of the party.

  When I step inside, the lights are low and the dulcet sounds of soft murmurs greet my ears. But it’s the sights that get me going because next to me on a couch are a couple engaged in full-on penetrative sex. I watch hungrily as the woman notches the man at her opening and then slides down his massive shaft, her head tossed back with bliss.

  “Mmm!” she cries out. “That feels so good.”

  The man doesn’t answer because he’s sucking desperately at a nipple, which only makes her clutch his head to her breast harder.

  “Yes, baby,” she moans. “Taste my tits.”

  I watch for a moment, appreciating her technique. The girl knows how to move like a porn star, and her body slides sinuously up and down, her pussy wiping their combined arousal onto his shaft before forming a wet ring at the bottom.

  But that’s only the beginning. All over the drawing room are couples, threesomes, and even more involved in dirty play. One woman’s getting it in her backdoor while draped over a padded wooden horse, her expression one of pure ecstasy, while on a rug in front of the fireplace, five women form a daisy chain. Yes, it’s what it sounds like. All five women are fully nude and lying on their sides with one leg extended in the air. Their pussies gleam wetly, but that’s not it. As the woman in back licks a juicy slit, the woman getting her slit licked bends her head forward to savor the slit of the woman in front. It’s perfect, if you ask me, because everyone gets a taste of pleasure while giving pleasure at the same time, and judging from the cries of ecstasy emanating from the chain, all five women are going to come soon.

  But a wave of nausea rises in my stomach then, and I know it’s time to get to work. If I don’t get some hard dick in my ass soon, I’m going to vomit all over this expensive furniture, so I better get on with the seduction. Quickly, I shed my trench coat, tossing it carelessly over a divan. Then, I check my bra and panties. Yes, the small patches of fabric are arranged just so, and with a smile, I lie back on the divan before spreading my legs for all comers.

  At first, no one really notices because they’re so caught up in their own activities. As a result, I decide to take things to the next level. I hitch my knees over my arms, lifting my legs a bit so that my pelvis is canted forward and then slowly push the patch of fabric to the side so that my pussy’s revealed. She’s exquisite, gleaming wetly under the low lights, and I sigh while reaching one hand to stroke my clit. A few circles to the right, a few circles to the left, and soon, my hole is juicing wetly.

  But I need more than that. I need a man who will give it to me in my back door, and as a result, I lean forward just a bit before spitting onto my anus. I know it sounds hard to do, and it is, especially when you’re pregnant because the mound of my belly is slightly blocking my view. But somehow I manage, and the glob of saliva drops on my folds before rolling down to cover the dark hole of my ass. Mm, it feels warm and gooey, and with a secret smile, I begin massaging the liquid into my pleats, occasionally slipping a finger into my back door.

  Like magic, a man materializes before me. He’s gorgeous with broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and six pack abs, although I can’t see much of his face. Instead, he’s wearing a ram’s head mask that hides his eyes and cheekbones, although I can see that his jaw appears to be cut of stone.

  “Can I help you, pretty girl?”

  I let out a soft giggle while winking my asshole at him.

  “You sure can,” I coo. “Do you think you can push that into here?” I ask, nodding at his massive shaft. After all, the tool he’s brandishing is utterly enormous. It’s rock hard and jutting out from his waist, about nine inches in length. Thick blue veins line the top and bottom, and my mouth goes dry in anticipation of having him in me. I’d love it in my mouth. My pussy. My ass. Everywhere. But first, I need it in my bottom so that I can rid myself of these terrible waves of nausea.

  “Baby girl, I can fit it into any hole,” he drawls before kneeling before me. Then he bends his head and kisses my clit tenderly before sliding his tongue all the way down to my anus. He gently laps it a few times before forming his tongue into a point and literally fucking my tiny star with his to
ngue.

  “Mmph!” I scream. “Oh god, yes!”

  Hot pussy juices gush onto his chin, coating his cheeks with my essence, but the man doesn’t mind. Instead, he merely licks me through it, intending to give me a climax this way. But this isn’t what I want. This isn’t what I came for, and it isn’t what I need. As a result, I capture his head in my hands, forcing him to look at me.

  “I need that,” I pant, pointing at his tool, “in here,” I say, pointing to my tiny asshole. He lets out a low chuckle and nods.

  “Coming right up, sweet pea.”

  I start for a moment. Why do they always use the names of vegetables at this club? But then, all thought flies from my mind because the handsome man notches his dick at the opening to my bottom and begins to push. At first nothing happens because I’m tight and small.

  “Unnh,” I groan. “Oh god.”

  He merely trails his tongue up my throat before seizing my mouth in a deep kiss.

  “Push out with your bottom,” he rasps. “Like you’re going to the bathroom because it’ll go in easier that way.”

  I close my eyes and do as instructed, yet still nothing happens. But then with an audible pop, my sphincter relaxes and he slides into my butt a few inches.

  “Unnh!” I grunt again, fingering my nipples this time. “Ooooh!”

  “Yeah, you like it,” the man hisses while increasing the pressure with his hips. “You’re such a dirty little butt slut, aren’t you? Pregnant but having anal sex with a man you don’t even know?”