Novel & Cerita Adult Edition

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Not to mention how much I had actually enjoyed being punished like he had done when he had fucked me so wonderfully before going so weird. Aden really had been right about me acting like a kid, though. Dressing sexy and getting drunk in response to him ignoring me had seemed like a good idea at the time but had been epically immature in retrospect. More like something a teen would do. Not a grown woman pushing thirty. Old enough to drink, old enough to drink responsibly, as my uncle Rory used to say. “I really am, you know.” “You really are what?” Aden asked. “Grownup. I mean adult. I really am an adult.”

He was forced to take alcohol. His uncle's exact words that day were; “It’s your sixteenth birthday, Nipote. It’s your sweet sixteen, and I want you to enjoy it the way your dad and I did ours," After being forced to chug down more than a bottle of alcohol, he was thrusted into a room filled with horny women. He had his first sex that night. It wasn't sex. It was rape. At the end of the night, he was the only one who walked out of that room alive. He ended all those women's lives after the deed. And he got punished for that; after that night, he was never allowed the freedom he used to get on his birthday again.

Lavinia was there to give her some of the blood. She closed the door as she approached them. “So, how are you holding up?” Bella asked as she sat down and watched Lavinia stir the tea and pour half of the blood. “Not too much,” Monique said. “You are picky as always.” Bella scoffed and looked at Lavi. “Lavi, don’t tell Cedric anything to Cedric, okay?” Lavinia nodded. Monique sipped on it as she frowned. “This is the only way to become an adult from the age of 354. And Bella,” Monique said as she looked at Bella. “What in hell were the maids talking about? Calling you whore and all?”

Alice was a buxоm, соnfіdеnt 30-year оld, her thісk thighs ѕtrаіnіng against hеr ѕkіrt аnd her massive сlеаvаgе pulling his eyes downward. "Cоmе оn; dоn't bе a prude juѕt lеt mе tаkе it оut for a little whіlе. I juѕt wаnt tо ѕее іt. I won't tеll аnуоnе you lеt mе," thе brunеttе promised, but a ѕlу рrеdаtоrу lіght shined in her dаrk еуеѕ.

Jet explains. "Fat head," she whispers to herself. "Uh-" What the fuck do I do now? "I'll go get a real adult," "You're not a real adult?" she asks. "I am, but I've only been a real adult for a week," "What does that mean?" "I just turned eighteen four days ago," "Oh, happy late birthday," she laughs. "Thank you," "Did you get lots of presents?" "No, I didn't. I got a lot of responsibilities,"

Her eyes found mine, and confusion grew potent on her small chubby face. “But mommy said it. Why can she say the bad word and I can’t?” No wonder why her mom was at a loss for words. This kid was super smart. “Because mommy is an adult. There are things that only adults are allowed to say.” I nodded for emphasis, throwing yet another glance at Ivory with a bit of ‘You made this mess’ in it. She only shook her head and then sighed again. “When will I be adult?” “When you are 18.” I stared back at her to find her nodding with understanding. I couldn't help but wonder if Lucious also fired the same questions at Kenya.

That was where he felt closest to God—when he was being ruined. Rum snorted softly as the chalice passed down the line. Wine. Shared among sinners pretending they weren’t all jerking off to the choir girls or séxting someone during the sermon. He took the goblet like a good boy, brought it to his lips, and looked directly at the pastor. The Pastor gave a polite nod. Cold. Controlled. Rum smiled like the devil and took a slow, obscene sip. He was twenty now. Grown. Legal. Dangerous.

Adrian asked, his cold tone gone. “Well, someone who is two hundred and thirty is regarded as an old man,” Adelia replied casually, and she started eating. “But I’m not old,” Adrian cried out. “It was like an insult calling him old. For someone to even be regarded as old in their world, they had to be at least eight hundred years old, just like Alphaeus.” “Alright, Old man,” Adelia replied, and a smirk appeared on her face when she saw the unhappy look on Adrian’s face. “You know what, I think I will start calling you old man.”

"What of your age?" He hesitated for a moment before replying. "Eighteen," he replied sheepishly and my jaw fell. "Eighteen?" I exclaimed and he placed his finger across my lips. "I'm nineteen in a month," he argued. "Doesn't make a difference. He's still seven years older." "Alpha is five years older than you are," "Well..." "You aren't so different from me then," I sighed. "Of course, age is just a number but you have to understand that Ace might not view it like that. He's a full-grown adult while you're just a new adult,"