LOGINWarning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."
View MoreFive Years Later...I'm a changed man. She changed me. Irina...my angel.Not only did she make me question everything I believed about women, about family, about my future, but she also showed me levels of happiness I never thought possible. I thought I had it all, and I never would have known any better had I not met her.Now I stand on our bedroom balcony that overlooks the back yard and watch my wife playing with Andy and Emma, our two kids, and I realize I couldn't be more blessed.After "the event"—that's what Irina and I call the unfortunate day with Janice Baxter and her henchman, Frank—I wasted no time marrying my angel. I had a ring for her the next day and we were on a plane the next week. No, not to Vegas, but to France.It was Irina's idea. I asked her where she'd always wanted to go, and she said France, so we went. We honeymooned in Spain, rented scooters and went up and down the coast, went sailing and visited all the best local restaurants we could find, and came back h
Blackness.I feel like I'm suffocating. The rag stuffed into my mouth and the black hood over my head have my adrenaline flowing and my heart rate jacked. I've never been more terrified in my life."Don't go too far," I told him. And he didn't. He only went up to the parking lot. And I promised him I wouldn't go far either. I took a sip of my lemonade and looked out at the waves, and the next thing I knew there was a gag being stuffed into my mouth, a hood being pulled down over my head, and a set of strong arms was wrapped around me and lifting me into the air.For a brief, brief second, I thought maybe Daddy was introducing me to some kind of roleplay, but then I smelled the stranger's unfamiliar scent and was immediately paralyzed by fear. I was tossed into some kind of car and thrown back into my seat as the driver floored it and sped off.Kidnapped. I've been kidnapped...Those are the thoughts that have been racing through my mind ever since.But why? Is Jackson into anything il
"Luxury condos. Just up there on the hill. Quite a view, don't you think?"Holding Irina's hand, I point up the incline from the beach to the plots that have been marked for construction."A lot nicer than the view from my old apartment," she replies."A lot more expensive at 1.3 million apiece.""Well, I can definitely see how you afford that palace of yours," Irina giggles, leaning against my shoulder."That palace of ours," I remind her. "What's mine is yours now, Irina. Remember that."It actually feels good to say that to her. For once, I'm not afraid that Irina is out for my money. She had no idea who I even was when we first met, and I have no doubt that even if she did, she'd still feel the same way about me.My lawyers will be screaming at me to get her to sign a prenup, but I won't force her to. If she wants to, that's her decision. I trust her with my life. A piece of paper isn't going to change anything between us.She looks up at me and smiles, and I feel like a whole new
Jackson wakes me up the next morning by running his strong hand up the back of my thigh.It takes me a half second to realize I'm not in my bed back home anymore, but then I roll over and open my eyes to his chiseled face and remind myself, This is your home now."Morning, sunshine." Somehow, Jackson doesn't look like he just woke up; he looks like he just stepped off a catwalk. I, on the other hand, can tell my hair is a bee's nest, and I desperately need to brush my teeth."How do you look so handsome already?" I ask. "When I look like I just got run over by a truck?""I've been up for an hour," Jackson laughs. "Business. And you look like a goddess. Don't kid yourself.""Stop," I giggle. I try to get up, but Jackson pushes me back down with one hand as he climbs into bed and tugs down his sweatpants to reveal a full hard-on. My eyes go wide. I still can't get over the size, the girth, the way the veins run up and down the shaft like a muscle after a workout. "Oh my God. How did tha












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