PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting his shirt, pulling him tighter.
He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my neck, nipping at the skin. 'You're so damn sexy, Annie. That curvy body of yours—I've noticed.' His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips, thumbs digging in just enough to make me gasp.
I arched into him, whispering, 'Show me. Please, Mark. Make me forget everything else.' The age gap hit me hard—he was twice the man my husband could be, his experience promising things I'd only dreamed of.