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.
SOPHIA
"I don't understand why I still have to go to these boring events now
that I'm eighteen."
My mom shoots me an angry look and pushes me back into the dressing room, handing me an armful of new dresses to try before shutting the door on my pouty face.
"Most young women would kill to be invited to the places you get to go for your dad's work," she shouts through the door as if there's a foot of brick between us instead of a flimsy door that doesn't even reach the ground.
I tune her complaining out and turn to the stack of evening gowns. I know I sound like a spoiled brat, but they've been dragging me to these damn functions since I was old enough to smile and keep my mouth shut. Having a dad in politics is not a fate I would wish on anyone. Everyone always watches everything you do, and you're constantly surrounded by rich jackasses who can't do anything except lie and look at you like they're secretly undressing you in their minds. I always leave these ridiculous mansions feeling like I need a shower or a restraining order.
Looking at the dresses, I don't even bother trying on several of them. They look like some old lady went crazy with the bedazzle gun. Not my style, Mom. I'm no longer twelve, and you can't dress me like some damn little pageant girl. I stop when I get to the last one. It's black and has cutouts on either side and a long slit up the leg. This is more like it, I think as I quickly strip and try it on. It hugs me like a second skin and makes me feel sexy as fuck. This is going to look amazing in a pair of black stilettos. I turn, noticing the way the back is mostly open, revealing a shit ton of skin and making my round ass look perfect. I know this is going to earn me a bunch of old-man, lecherous stares, but I love how the dress makes me feel, sophisticated and sexy and like a real adult. Besides, fuck them. Am I not supposed to dress how I want just because they're a bunch of pervs?
I do another twirl in front of the mirror and smile. The fabric clings to my tits, making my rock-hard nipples painfully obvious. Maybe this function won't be as bad as all the others after all. At least I'll look good. I change back into my clothes and hand my mom the black gown when I step out.
"This is the one I want."
Her brow crinkles as she eyes it. "I didn't pick that one out. The sales lady must've added it by mistake. Are you sure you don't want something in a more cheerful color, maybe pink or purple?"
I bite back the groan I want to give and force another smile. "Nope. This one looks great. Thanks, Mom," I add, gently pushing her to the counter so we can pay and get the hell out of there. She eyes the gown again, so I say, "Mom, we need to get back home so we have time to get ready."
That pushes her ass in gear. The event isn't for another five hours, but I know how much she hates being rushed. "Okay," she says, already reaching for my dad's platinum card.
When we're back home, I grab my bags and rush to my room. Shutting the door, I sprawl on my bed and grab my e-reader. Plenty of time for me to read a couple of smutty shorts before I have to get ready. These stories are what keep me going, and they're certainly the only sex I've been getting.
Okay, okay, the only sex I've ever gotten.
Whatever, my book boyfriends are fucking hot. Who needs some groping teenage boy who doesn't know what the fuck he's doing when I can read and fantasize about sexy, older men who know exactly what to do with a pussy, and I'm not talking about older, decrepit, soft-bodied men. I'm talking about the ones with rugged good looks, broad shoulders, the type of hard body a man gets from decades of living and working hard, and skilled hands who know a woman's pussy even better than she does.
Maybe men like that don't even exist outside of books. It's a depressing thought, so I push it aside and start reading. It doesn't take long before my panties are soaked, and I'm slipping a hand into them and cupping my sopping wet pussy. I stay on my stomach, reading as I grind against the meaty part of my palm, my clit so achy I can barely stand it. My hips rock gently as I tease myself, reveling in the I'm seconds away from cumming sensation that I love so much. I'm so engrossed in what I'm doing that when my mom bangs on my door, I let out a startled yelp and quickly bury my e-reader under my pillow.
"Yeah?" I say, hoping she doesn't notice how breathless I sound. "I hope you're almost ready, dear. We need to leave in an hour."
Holy shit! How could I have let myself lose track of time like this?
"I'll be ready," I shout, biting back a frustrated groan and sliding my soaked hand out of my panties before jumping up and running to the shower. My pussy is screaming at me, but there's no time for that now. Besides, if I'm being honest, I like the way my little cunt is throbbing with need. It makes every movement feel so damn delicious like the smallest movement could push me over the edge. Even though I'm in a rush, I take the time to shave, wanting to look and feel my best in my new dress. When I'm smooth and clean, I wrap myself in a fluffy robe and work on my hair and face before slipping into the scandalous gown and heels.
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.
*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."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
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