Age Gap Spicy Books Novels & Stories

“What’s so special about this Jumy anyway,” Jackie spat. Her voice held so much hatred and anger. “What?” Jake asked her. Jackie’s words seemed to attract attention. I had been to rich people parties a lot, so I knew that rich people loved gossip, like they lived for gossip, they wanted to know the slightest detail about everything, and now, that was me. I had never done anything wrong to Jackie, so why was she up in my business? “I mean look at her, there’s nothing special about her, but two grown men-” she paused and looked at Yu Bin.

I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf. "That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman." "Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."

she asked, a mocking smile curling at her lips, as though she already knew the answer but wanted to hear me squirm. What was this? It was the fake marriage contract Colin had me sign. What the hell was he thinking, leaving something that sensitive just sitting on his computer? "Mrs. Booth, I can explain!" "You get 45 thousand a year and a fully furnished two-bedroom apartment. Sounds like a great deal. Men—once they've got money, they just can't help themselves, huh? If he'd just fooled around a little on the side, I might've looked the other way. But this? This is a long-term sugar baby arrangement! I can make one call and have you both charged with fraud. You'd spend the rest of your lives

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

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“Use your fingers, your mouths, your bodies — do whatever it takes to make the other cum first. The one who cums loses and gets fired. Begin.” Sophia and Elena immediately intensified their efforts. Their fingers pumped faster and deeper into each other’s soaked pussies. “Ahhh— fuck!” Sophia moaned loudly, her hips bucking. Elena rubbed Sophia’s clit harder with her thumb while curling her fingers against her g-spot. “Mmmhh— you’re so fucking wet, little slut,” Elena moaned, grinding her tits harder against Sophia’s.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

The Nun In The Library I IN the library, dust motes danced in the lone shaft of light that shone through the stained-glass window, illuminating the rows of bookshelves that were properly lined in the back. Sister Mary, her habit a stark silhouette against the warm glow, traced a finger along the spine of a theological text. The scent of old paper and beeswax polish clung to the air, a familiar comfort that came when she was reading books. Today, however, an unfamiliar tremor rippled beneath her skin. A new scent, sharp and vital, cut through the accustomed quiet: sandalwood and something else, something musky and undeniably male.

Holy shit, there's something behind those books. I'm examining the bookcase closest to the wall, every fucking inch. Now I see it. There's just a little gap between the outside one and the next one. The others are screwed tight. This is a fucking door. Really? This is so cliché, a secret fucking door. But why? Gold, baby, that's why.