Prologue.

Warning: 18+ only.

This book contains age gap erotica and hardcore steamy taboo. If you're not up to 18 or sensitive to contents like this, I advise not to read further. But if you're not,then get ready for a naughty, intriguing and fun read.

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She slowly leans forward,her weight supported with a hand on the table.Her eyes looking into mine, not flickering, just slowly battering up, and then down. Was she trying to read my thoughts? Was it a dare?

"You should take a careful look at it" She says, her voice low, soft and coaxing.

My throat bobbed with a hard swallow. My guts failed me. This is what I've ever dreamed about since I met her, to have her this close to me, alone in a room.

I turn my gaze to the file on the table, but her finger brush under my chin, lifting it with a gentle deliberate touch that even I could not help but oblige till our faces were close enough for me to feel the warmth of her breath.

"Not now big guy." She says. Tension ripples through my body. Was she going to kiss me? What a sly tease.

A knock on the door interrupted.

"Dinner's ready sir " Pamela announced from outside of the study. It was a rule to knock and announce whatever it is at the door. She can only come in after knocking and announcing thrice without getting a response. Don't judge me, I can be living out my sexual fantasies with a woman in any part of the house.

"You should stay for dinner" I managed to say. She smirks and adjust her black dress that revealed her soft thick thighs that tempts my patience, through the slit of the dress.

I look down at my bulging cock threatening to tear off my pants any moment soon. I shut my eyes in embarrassment. She'd seen it too. "Give me a moment, I'll join you shortly.". I excused myself to adjust my bulging tool.

Soon, I was done and we made our way to the dinning room.

I sat across from her at the dinning table, trying to focus on my meal occasionally stealing glances as she took slow, delicate bites of her food. Her lips parted just enough to let the small chunk of steak on the fork in.

She leans back in her chair, her eyes on mine, she slid up her leg and carefully place on the table, revealing the enticing curve of her smooth thighs---and just below,the white laced thong that graced the secrets of her warm slick heat.

I couldn't unseen it. No- fuck me! I couldn't take my eyes off the immaculate view. My pulse quickened, the slow burn of desires clawing it's way up as the tension between us grew.

Her gaze, a dare. "This is supposed to be my thing! Ugh, this little temptress!" I muttered under my breath.

I quickly gulped down the glass of water in front of me and took out my handkerchief to pat off the beads of sweat that has now formed above my brows.

"Are you ... Hot?" She asks. And then, without a warning, she makes her way towards me with steady grace. Each stride an invitation to the rhythm of her swaying hips as the distance between us close.

"Here," she takes the piece of cloth from my hand "let me help you"

She straddles on my laps, pulling up her dress from the slit end a bit and balance her soft arse on me. Her pussy pressed against my erected cock bulging again from the fabric of my pants. I groaned into her ears.

I could feel the slick warmth of her center. A soft moan escapes her lips, her hips rocking forward just enough to tease me further.

This is more than I can take, I can't any longer.

"Little miss, you have no idea all the dirty thoughts my mind is filled with about you. All the things I want to do to you,so don't tease me unless you're going to please me" I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes,not wanting to leak out my dark side.

But she brushed her lips on mine, touching my face softly and whispers. "Then show them to me."