EROTICA ROMANCE. RATED 18+. "Oh my God!" I moan. "Mmm. Your ass is so fucking tight, baby," he says to me. He starts thrusting in and out of me harder and faster. I throw my head back and moan louder. The sounds of our skin slapping together and our moans fill his little office. I wonder if maybe people can hear us. It's so fucking hot and I can feel myself getting closer again when he pulls out. I look back at him and he's grinning. He's fucking with me. He puts his cock up to my pussy and thrusts inside of me. Then he pulls out and does it again. I feel him stick a finger inside of my asshole. "Mmm," I'm loving this. Every damn second is pure ecstasy. I find that I already want to come again. He's fingering my asshole and fucking my pussy and the feelings mixed are amazing. I reach around in front of me and begin to rub my clit. "Are you gonna come again baby?" he asks. "Yes," I moan and rub myself faster. He starts fucking me harder and deeper, thrusting into me with all of his power. We're moving the desk and either he hasn't noticed or he just doesn't care.
SYDNEY
It's been six months since I've seen Jace, and I'm so excited I can barely sit still. He grew up with my dad, and he's been a part of my
life since the day I was born, but the way I feel about him is anything but platonic. I know he's more than twice my age and that I really shouldn't feel this way about someone who watched me grow up, but the pussy wants what the pussy wants, and mine most definitely wants him.
I thought once I turned eighteen that I would act on it, but one thing led to another with his career as a professional poker player, and now I'm nineteen, a completely untouched virgin, and more than ready to make my feelings known. It's been pure hell following his career online, seeing all the beautiful women that surround him and not being able to do a goddamn thing about it. I'm horny, a little bit grumpy, and willing to do anything to get Jace's cock inside me.
When the doorbell rings, I'm on my feet and running down the stairs before my parents even have time to get up.
"I'll get it!" I yell as I pass the living room and race down the hall. When I open the door and see Jace's gorgeous face, I let out a happy squeal and throw myself in his strong arms. I know it's completely inappropriate, and I also don't give a damn.
He gives a deep laugh and wraps his arms around me. "Miss me?"
"Yes," I say, not even bothering to play coy about it. I squeeze him tighter and bury my face in his neck, breathing in the comforting, familiar scent of him. God, I've missed the smell of his cologne. I may have bought a bottle of it after he left and sprayed it on my pillow so I can smell him while I fuck myself at night. I don't mention this to him. Instead, I enjoy every second of being in his arms and then let out an irritated groan when he sets me down and takes a step back.
His green eyes run over me, and my heart gives a leap at the raw lust in his eyes before he scrubs a hand over his face and hides the heat away. I saw it, though, and it makes me feel downright giddy. Maybe this won't be as difficult as I feared it would be.
"I missed you too, kiddo," he says, rubbing my head like I'm not a fully grown woman who's dying to be fucked by him.
"Hey, you made it," my dad says from behind me.
I must look as pissed off as I feel because Jace shoots me an amused grin before stepping into the house to follow my dad. I trail after them, trying to come up with a plan to get Jace alone. My nipples are rock hard, and I soaked through my panties while he was hugging me, so now I'm all revved up with nothing to do but wait.
Following them into the kitchen, I hang back and lean against the counter, never taking my eyes off Jace. The black T-shirt he's wearing is accentuating all that hard muscle, and I smile when I see the deck of cards in his back pocket. He's always carrying around a deck of cards, and seeing that worn, rectangular outline over one firm-as-hell ass cheek causes an immediate reaction in my body. I swear if we were alone, I'd already had my shorts pulled off and my knees spread wide.
His deep laugh has me yanking my eyes from his ass to meet his very amused grin. Well, damn, he'd caught me eye-fucking him, and there was no use in even denying it, so instead I smile at him and lift myself so I'm no longer leaning against the counter. Knowing I was going to see him today, I'd worn my thinnest bra, the one I know doesn't do shit to hide nipples.
I feel a rush of victory when his eyes run hungrily over my body, stopping to take in my obvious, taut nipples. His jaw is clenched tightly, and when I see him curl his hands into fists, I make sure my parents aren't looking before sliding my fingers under my shirt. I have his entire attention now, and I can't deny the rush of power it gives me.
His green eyes meet mine, and I can see the obvious Don't you fucking dare! warning in them, but I ignore it. I give him a wink and start to slide my shirt up, grateful that my parents have their heads buried in the fridge while they rummage around for leftovers. Forcing myself to slow down, I tease him, showing him inch by slow inch until my tits are exposed. I'm still wearing the thin, lace bra, but I know he's getting a perfect shot of my rosy nipples and areolae. I can feel my hard nipples straining against the lace, begging to be sucked.
Jace holds himself perfectly still, but I can feel the tension rolling off him, and the dark look he's giving me is the closest I've ever come to getting fucked. It's like a caress all over my body, and before I pull my shirt down, I run my fingers over my tits, giving my nipples a good pinch that has him letting out a groan before I drop my shirt and my parents turn around.
"You okay?" my dad asks him, carrying a big plate of food to the counter.
"Just fine," Jace says, and I smile even bigger at how strained his voice sounds. "Just hungry all of a sudden."
"Well, you've come to the right place," I say, starting to feel downright giddy at how great my little seduction scheme is going. If it continues to go this easily, then I'll be riding that cock in no time at all.
He doesn't say anything, just watches me with those sexy, green eyes like he's trying to figure out what in the hell has happened. I don't turn away. I want him to see how badly I need him, how my body is aching for him, and how I'm more hungry for his cock than I have been for anything else in my life.
He finally looks away when my mom hands him a plate and steps aside so he can fill it. I take the opportunity to run my eyes over his tattooed biceps, loving the way his shirt strains against his hard body. When he's done, he surprises me by taking the barstool next to me. I hop up on mine instead of leaning against it and grab a roll off his plate to nibble on. He raises a dark eyebrow at me, making me laugh before taking a big bite. I've always stolen food off his plate, and he always pretends to be irritated by it, but I know for a fact that he grabs extra just so I can take it.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who's hungry," he says, too low for my parents to hear.
"You have no idea," I say.
My parents leave the room, and as soon as they're gone, Jace drops his fork and turns to me. "What the fuck was that about, Sydney?"
"What was what about?" I ask, giving him a big, wide-eyed look of innocence.
"Don't bullshit me. Why'd you flash me your tits?" "Because I wanted you to see them," I say, because duh.
"But why?"
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.
*Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances. Hope y'all are ready for a pleasant ride. xoxo. "Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium. The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me. "Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly. He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear. "Come for me, bluebird."
Five years ago, Emily was framed and became pregnant. She lost everything and became an ordinary woman. The night she went into labor, she woke up in a pit. Somebody tried to bury her alive! Five years later, she returned with her kids and she would make those people who framed her pay! What? She was pregnant with quadruplets! They were all her children! She would get all her money back! Whoever had framed her or hurt her, she would be back at them tenfold! Derick, the man in power of the Scott family, pulled her back and said, "Emily, I'll give you everything you want!"
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.