Age Gap Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I let him sleep in the guest room while I enjoyed my freedom. On Tuesday afternoon, I went to a bookstore cafe. I was looking at some novels when a man named Simon started chatting with me. He was around fifty, well dressed, with a calm voice and nice smile. We talked about books for a while, then I told him the truth about my situation. “I caught my husband with another woman,” I said. “Now I am exploring what I missed all these years.” Simon looked at me with interest. “Would you like to explore with me?”

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

he murmured against her neck, slowing his thrusts to a torturous pace. Elena hesitated, then opened up as pleasure and deep emotion mixed together. “My marriage has been dead for years. Cold and lonely as hell. I felt invisible every single day… until you showed up. You make me feel alive again, Marcus. Desired. Wanted. Seen.” Marcus kissed her deeply, thrusting slower but harder, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the room. “I’ve fantasized about you for so fucking long. Since the very first lecture. I used to jerk off thinking about you in those tight skirts, imagining exactly what you’d sound like moaning my name.”

“What did he do this time?” “I don’t know… It’s just… Ever since we came for our honeymoon, he and I have been having sex.” Gina gasped, then screamed. I rolled my eyes when I heard frantic movements from her end and waited for her excitement to go down. “Are you done?” I asked after a few seconds. “Yup… OMG! Are you serious?1” She asked at the top of her voice. “You and Anthony, the man you have always been in love with, had sex? No fucking way. No way, you’re lying. Nuh-uh.”

Closing the gap between us, Jonathan pulled me for a kiss, softly and gently as his tongue found his way into mine, lifting me he placed me on the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Kissing him hungry and desperately. His hand found its way to my thigh, his fingers pushing the pantie I wore aside as he slipped inside of me. I moaned, softly, and his mouth found mine again, kissing, Jonathan continued slipping his fingers in and out rhythmically, and I felt my body on fire. Taking off his shirt, I pull him closer, feeling his hard muscles. Jonathan gently pulled off my panties, stripping his shorts down, he grabbed me by the thigh and pulled me closer as he plunged inside of me.

The thin fabric ripped and dropped to the ground between her heels. Working my mouth slowly up her body again, I slipped a finger inside her slick, wet heat. Her whimper had a shiver traveling down my spine, tightening my balls. "Íosa, Quinn! You are perfect." "Lachlan," she gasped, meeting my kiss with a desperate passion. My finger glided smoothly within her, and I added a second, feeling the wet, tight heat of her channel encompass me. I leaned in, our lips locked, as I began to establish a steady rhythm. Her hips matched my stroking, and I could feel the tension coiling within her.

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

CONTENT : Age gap, family dynamics, hot sex, cock sucking, penetration. CHAPTER 1 "So you think we should get married, do you?" Jack Robbins teased as Alannah snuggled in his arms. The sight of her long-legged, ebony beauty always made him smile. It still blew his mind that this stunning beauty had proposed to him a year ago, although at the time, he had turned her down cold. He had his reasons, but had been re-thinking them as of late.

But what was more disconcerting, was the fact that this man or being was decades older than her. "What about you Mr. righteous? How could you sleep with a woman that you're two centuries older than? Isn't it child abuse?" she folded her arms and drew up close to face him. "You are my mate and you are of age," he shrugged. "I am only 29 years old; you are almost two hundred years old. The age gap is mind-blowing, you're like a great-grandfather to me." "I did not choose this; the universe makes the matches. I would not have picked you out myself if even I was blindfolded," he raked a hand through his locks "There are more deserving wolves, I wonder why it had to be you."