Dean Winchester X Reader Age Gap Novels & Stories

Alexa had to tilt her head slightly to look at Devan’s face, which seemed so tall at such close range. Alexa turned her face away, her eyes tightly shut, standing with no distance at all between her and Devan. The musky scent from Devan’s body made Alexa hold her breath. Devan stared deeply at Alexa’s closed eyes. In his low voice, he said, “You are my wife now. Dress properly if you’re going out without me.” Alexa was stunned. She opened her eyes quickly, meeting Devan’s gaze. At this close distance, Alexa had to admit that Devan was very handsome, even though he was no longer young. Thirty-eight was a very mature age, yet Devan still looked incredibly … tempting.

He noticed she sat at the edge of the sofa, kept her knees pressed together and flushed whenever his eyes moved down to her beautiful legs. “Do you agree with the salary?” Dean asked when she stopped talking because he wanted to hear her speak again. He was in his early forties but barely looked a day over twenty-five. He had gotten their mother’s beautiful blonde locks and tugged at them when he noticed Penny's eyes falling on his hair several times.

Or would they? I laid him gently in the grave, placing his heart beside him. Then I stood there for a while. “Think we should say a few words?” I asked Dean uncertainly. “For the wolf that was trying to kill you?” If Dean had a physical form, he would have rolled his eyes. “He was just a kid. Maybe he couldn't help it.” “They age slower than we do. Don't forget that. He might look like this, but be in his thirties. Who knows?” I could feel Dean shrug. Or whatever the equivalent was for him.

I said. "Love at first sight comes with age and experience. I merely had the increased heartbeat and a desire to please both your daughters which could have been because I share a bloodline with my father and brother who were their true mates," he growled. Devin slid a sheet to me and I read over the paper: Noah Brinx, demon, mates with Jaxon who has a wolf. I cocked my brow and whistled.

Ryat Winchester, first son to the Winchesters who own the whole of Manhattan, has always been handsome. Blessed with emerald eyes- so dark and intriguing, a body built like a Greek god, messy dark brown hair and a chiseled jaw that could cut through cheese; he was Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor for a reason. I’m still sore since he was inside of me a few minutes ago but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more of Ryat Winchester tonight. I’ve wanted more for two years. We meet on Tuesdays and Wednesdays at exactly ten pm. Once he gets what he wants from me which is sex (hot and steamy sex if I might add), he leaves. Nothing more, nothing less.

Dean complained. Haisley smiled and then reached out her hand, rubbing Dean's arm. "He is indeed young, Dean, dear," she said mischievously. "Maybe around twenty-eight or so. Definitely not over thirty." Haisley replied hesitantly. "He's a local guy, and he's handsome too, right?" she teased, making Dean blush. "Don't tell me you're messing around behind Dean's back, Haisley?" Gilbert teased again. Haisley instantly looked at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Elena gripped the desk tighter, fighting back a moan as pleasure shot through her body. “Yes, sir… everything is fine,” she managed, her voice slightly strained. “Just dealing with a few difficult papers, that’s all.” Marcus started moving with slow, deep thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. The wet, filthy sounds were barely masked. Elena’s legs shook as she tried to focus on the call. The Dean paused for a moment, his tone growing slightly suspicious. “You sure? You sound breathless. Is someone there with you? I’ve had complaints about students lingering too late.”

Perhaps this marriage wasn’t going to see the face of a year since his bride was twenty years younger than him this time, too. However, that didn’t matter to this fucking old man. All he knew was to fall in love with the woman who was the same age as his son. He was a certified bastard just like my father, so I was on Dean’s team on this. I didn’t want to pressure him to do stuff that he didn’t want, but there was no way for me. Even though I was that billionaire CEO, I didn’t have any connection with any of the gangsters except Dean, who would be one if he didn’t wear that black coat?

- A Billionaire, Age-gap Romance with a lot of sex! Alex Black has always known she was different in some strange way, She was never interested in boys her own age. She knows she wants an older man and she knows exactly who she wants. Problem is, Who she wants is her father's best friend who just so happens to be her new boss, Roman Lewis. They've already hooked up a few times, but when things get serious, Can Alex rely on Roman?... or will all just be proved too much? This book has a 9.6 star rating out of 596 reviews.

Again, his voice always did things that made her lose control, things that she couldn’t believe herself. The soft, moist brush of his mouth closed on her throat and curled her toes. She couldn’t swallow or breathe or think beyond the consuming desire for more. She stood perfectly still, afraid to move. Afraid of what she’d do, but mostly afraid he’d stop. °°°°°°° Clara Summers was tired of all the bullshits guys were using to get into her pants. She tasted it and decided she had enough of heartbreaks. Until one day, she had a one-night-stand with a man who turned out to be a decent guy. They started dating and things were great until he introduced her to his best friend, Dean Westminster. Ye