All Chapters of Dirty Seduction: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ASHLEYI run up to my bedroom with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit!I can’t believe that it all just happened! I can’t believe that Mr. Mancini, no, Tony, just ate me out on the hood of his sexy car! As if that isn’t amazing enough, he also said he loves me and wants to be with me. I feel like I could explode from happiness. I was so devastated when I thought he was on a date with that woman. My whole world felt like it had fallen apart and someone had stomped on my heart, but now it’s the exact opposite. I’m scared I’m going to wake up only to find this was all a dream. I don’t think I could stand to have it all taken away, not after knowing what it feels like to have him look at me with those gorgeous dark eyes of his and tell me he loves me.I hug my arms around my chest and breathe in the comforting scent of him. Just the smell of him makes me immediately feel better. Flopping back on my bed, I sigh and grab my phone. I scroll through my contacts until I see his name. I change i

“I want to taste you. I want to see you, all of you,” I say, getting on my knees. He’s standing at the end of the bed, watching me with a sexy, wicked smile on his face.In one quick motion, he pulls his sweater off and tosses it on the floor, and all I can do is sigh in appreciation when I see his bare chest and abs. He is absolute perfection. I want to run my fingers and tongue over all the peaks and grooves of his muscles. His smile grows when I reach my hands out and rest them on his hard pecs. Tracing the lines of his muscles, I let my fingers dance along his skin. He has the perfect amount of chest hair, and I let out a soft groan when I follow the path of it down his hard, sculpted abs to where it disappears down his pants.Running my finger under the waistband of his jeans, I lick my lips and say, “I want to see everything.”With a grin, he unbuttons his pants and slides them off. His boxer briefs hug him like a second skin, and there’s no hiding the massive erection he’s spor

MR. MANCINII’ve waited long enough to claim her sweet, young body, and I can’t wait any longer. She crawls into my lap and feel her wetpussy on my lower abs is enough to get my cock springing back to life.I roll us over, positioning my body on top of hers, loving the feel of her small body beneath mine and the way she immediately wraps her arms and legs around me. She opens her mouth for me, and I take my time sucking and nibbling on her swollen lips before sliding my tongue in to meet hers.Her hands cup my face, fingers stroking my cheek and ears as she whimpers against my mouth and begs me to fuck her with her body. She arches against me, driving me wild. My cock is already hard as a rock again, and I very carefully nudge the opening of her pussy.“Are you sure this is what you want,” I ask, pulling back so I can see her.“Yes,” she pleads. “Please fuck me, Tony. Make me yours forever. I can’t wait any longer.”I want nothing more than to ram my cock into her right now, but I kn

Note: Alright I hope that my first teaser was appreciated and yes, this is a compilation of age-gap erotic romance. Now the actual book begins. Happy reading everyone. LAINEMy stupid pumps aren’t cut out for this weather. Cold water squelches between my toes and my breath is misty, wet hair like frozen straw against my cheeks. I can hardly see through the rain.Dam,n my birthday for being so late in November.Damn me for not thinking harder about my wardrobe choices.I wasn’t planning on being out this late, eighteenth birthday or not. I’m dressed for a quick coffee on a cloudy afternoon, not for clubbing through a stormy evening – leggings and a strappy cami under a fluffy teal cardigan that holds more rain than it keeps out. This stupid scenario is all Kelly Anne’s fault, insisting it wouldn’t be a proper birthday celebration unless it involved getting trashed in some sleazy club in the backstreets of Brighton. We’ll have a great time, she said, just a bus ride and a couple of dr

He stares at me, I can feel it, but I can’t see his eyes in the shadows. He’s big, much bigger than me. He smells of weed and stale body spray mixed with sweat, but right now none of that matters.I launch into a monologue, telling him my name’s Laine, and how I was out with a stupid friend who took my phone and keys with her when she left. I tell him it’s my birthday, that I’m having the crappiest night of my life and he’d make it just a little bit better if he’d please give me a cigarealizeI realize how stupid I sound, how weak my voice is. How weak I feel.How alone I feel.But I’ve felt alone for longer than I can remember, this shit’s nothing new.He hands me the cigarette from his fingers, and even though it makes me feel a bit icky, I take it from him.“Thanks.”“Past your bedtime from the look of you,” he grunts. His voice is thick and raspy, and it makes me feel uneasy.I press myself against the wall, trying to hide from the downpour and protect the cigarette.“Everyone says