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He runs his tongue over my asshole one last time before standing up. Grabbing onto me, he gently lifts me and presses my back against the pole. The smile he gives me is pure sin.“You talk a big game, little one, but there’s no denying I like your bratty side.”I’m still too loopy to form words, but when he presses the thick head of his cock against my sopping wet slit, I let out an eager moan all the same.He gives me an amused grin and grips my ass harder. Leaning in so our lips are almost touching. “Grab the pole, baby,” he purrs against my mouth. I raise my arms and grip the pole, knowing I’m going to need all the support I can get.“Fuck me,” I beg, earning another wicked smile as he teases me with the head of his cock. “Please fuck me.”With a growl, he thrusts his thick cock into me, watching me as he tears through my innocence and claims my pussy as his. I feel like I’m being ripped in two, stuffed and spread beyond what I can take, but there’s such exquisite pleasure in the p

***Authors Note*** Hey my lovely readers, so we come to the end of those beautiful steamy short stories. The next stories are still age-gap books, but a little bit longer. Buckle up tight and enjoy every step of the way. XoXo!!! Book title: Do Me Dirty, Mr. CEO. PROLOGUEDAPHNE“I ’m moving to Paris.”“Right, and I just bought a house in London. We should summer together in Spain.” My best friend Xana laughs before biting into her eggs Benedict. I don’t laugh. “Wait,” she says around a half-chewed mouthful of eggs and English muffin once she realizes I’m not joking. “Are you serious?”“Yup.”She chews furiously, swallowing the bite. “Paris as in France? The country?”“One and the same.”“Why? How?”“I don’t have it all figured out yet, but I will.” I shrug. “And you know why. The last two years for me have been a nightmare, for lack of a better word. I need a change of scenery, change of pace.” I glance out the window of our favorite brunch café in downtown Chicago. I love this cit

“That’s weird.” I tap it again, reaching to grab it when I realize that while the cord is plugged into my phone, it’s not plugged into the wall. “Oh my God!” I gasped, realizing it died sometime in the night and I did not sleep through my alarm because it never went off. I plug it in, and the little red lightning bolt on the screen confirms that the phone is completely dead.“Shit, shit, shit.” I scramble across the bed, reaching for the clock on the other bedside table. “8:14!” I practically scream as I launch myself out of bed, tearing off my pajamas while hopping from one leg to the other to pull on my jeans. I dart to the bathroom, brushing my teeth while simultaneously brushing my hair and attempting to pull on my shirt.My flight leaves at nine and I’m staying twenty minutes from the airport which means that I need to have left my hotel a solid thirty minutes ago to make sure I made it through security on time. I dash around my room, grateful I packed everything but my outfit fo

DAPHNE“You are not going to believe who I had the misfortune of speaking to the other day.” I toss my yoga mat on the floor of Xana’s living room, rolling it out. “You remember the guy from Paris?”She pauses, clicking through workout videos on YouTube to look over at me. “The one you scalded with the coffee?”“I didn’t scald him; that sounds dramatic, but yes, him. The one who refused to let me on the plane because he owned the airline. Turns out, he was the pilot of the flight as well; that’s why they held the plane for him. I kind of feel like an idiot now for getting so annoyed that they held the plane for him, but still, it doesn’t explain why he acted like he didn’t know me.”“Wait, I’m confused. How did you find out he was the pilot of that flight?” She turns her attention back to the TV, finally settling on a thirty-minute yoga practice for us to do, and hits play.“I spoke to him again; that’s what I’m saying. He is the father of one of my students.”“No way. What are the od

WESTONI lean back in my chair after putting Daisy to bed, the city lights dancing far below. I can’t get that look that Miss Flowers gave me out of my head when she talked back to me. She’s feisty. I’d be lying if I said the thought of giving her a little lesson in respect didn’t turn me on.My hand wanders down my abs, settling on my inner thigh as I close my eyes and imagine a very different outcome of that conversation today. Images of her bent over that desk as I pull her back onto my cock with her hair fill my brain.Why the hell did I threaten her like that about her smart mouth? Should have kept that thought to myself.“Fuck,” I groan, my cock already growing stiff remembering the way she trembled beneath my stare, her delicate throat constricting. I stroke myself through my pants, then stop suddenly, reminding myself that this isn’t some random woman that I can take home and never speak to again. Not only is she far too young for me, but I can’t get involved with someone so a