18 And Hot Novels & Stories

“Fantastic! But you don’t look old enough for that.” Is he flirting with me? I focus on him. He is. He’s precious. He looks like he’s about ten years old with his little baby face and no facial hair. “Axl,” I say, giving him my full attention. “I’m thirty-eight. My daughter is twenty-two. Can you give me my room key now?” I smile brightly but honestly, I’m over it. His eyes widen. He gets it. “Right. Sorry. Here you are,” he says, handing me back my license and card, and then writing the room number on the key card holder. “And here’s your key.”

I gasped, my hand still clutching my chest as I tried to force my heart back down into my throat. Hudson let out a soft, mocking chuckle, his eyes drifting over to the vibrating washing machine before locking back onto me with a sarcastic glint. "We live under the same roof, Niel. Am I not allowed to be in the laundry room of my own house?" I bit the inside of my cheek, glare heating up behind my thick glasses. "You know what I mean. When are you even back from training? And more importantly..." I whipped out my phone, flashing the paused video of our morning collision at his face. "Why did you have to come to my school today? Because of you, I am literally trending on the freedom wall! It's

“You keep tempting me. Maybe you deserve to be punished.” Before I could answer, he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. My heart was beating wildly as he moved closer, and when he slowly pushed himself inside me, I gasped softly. I grasped his strong arms tightly. “Lucien… when did you get hot?” I whispered breathlessly. He smirked at my words. Without warning, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them gently above my head as he began moving inside me. His thrusts were fast but controlled, sending waves of heat through my body.

Molly. At eighteen, there was nothing I craved more than getting fucked by my art teacher. Dante Reynolds. Call it stupid, but my pussy disagreed—loudly. Every time his name crossed my mind, slick heat flooded between my thighs like a dirty little secret I couldn’t hide. I’d only just clocked eighteen two weeks ago. The most lavish birthday party my friends could throw—balloons in every shade of pink, a rooftop pool glowing under string lights, music pulsing until the city skyline blurred.

Eighteen year old daughter uses Daddy. Enjoy.. ******* I was over at Karen's house across the street from mine. I had just turned eighteen and Karen was going to give me a pool party. We played games and talked about boys. I already had my bathing suit on. It was new. It was a red two piece. The bottoms barely covered me. I liked them because the bottoms had cute little ties on each side which made it real easy to put on. My top was a tie also. It tied in back. It was the only tie. It didn't matter much. It didn't take much to cover my tittys. At eighteen I still had little boobies.

I add, and he doesn't say a thing but smile. The music is still rocking heavily. I hear 'hips don't lie' by Shakira. Again I feel like a teenager in love. Making out in the club, at some abandoned corner, and it's extremely exciting. I've never done this before, but better late than never. Liam nuzzles his lips against mine, tantalizing with a sexy smile. How I want to go away with him! Somewhere far from everyone.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she gently rubs her growing stomach which seemed invisible until she turns slightly to the side as a smile graced her face. “Hello, mommy’s baby, wait until daddy sees you, I love you so much.” TO BE CONTINUED… P.S. Sorry for the short chapter guys, currently working on the next as you read. Heat Vol 2. Is meant to finish this month, so expect frequent chapters, and all those who are back to school, hope you enjoy it and that all goes well with your education ;)

And yet—there it was—a hot spark of anger, sharp and ugly. Fine. Two could play that game. Before my brain could argue, my hand reached for the nearest shot glass. The glass trembled in my grip, but my grin was steady as I tipped it back, the liquid burning like liquid fire down my throat. It scorched me alive, but the rush—the dizzying flood that hit seconds later—was intoxicating. I slammed the glass down, fire in my veins. “I’m officially eighteen!” My laugh rang out, wild and reckless, masking everything underneath, while everyone cheered.

What was supposed to be our final embrace of the night turns into a half-hour of deep kissing and heavy petting. I'm back in high school, making out on my mother's couch. Only this time, she isn't there to catch us. "I'd swear you're trying to trick me into staying over if I didn't know any better," I say. Jordan slides his tongue down the side of my neck. "Damn right," he says, his deep voice sounding seductive. "Does it work? ”

On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her. Courtney was a very elegant young girl who adored fashion and always wore tight-fitting mini gowns that could barely fit anyone her age. To her, looking beautiful and feeling confident in what she wore always kept her positive. On this day, she was turning 18 and I had picked out a short cherry-red gown, a small fancy bag and some very pretty diamond earrings which I found in the jewelry shop the day before. I just knew She'd love them as she had always wanted a pair of diamond earrings.