Novel & Cerita Older Handsome Men

She put a smile on her face as the door opened. A middle-aged old man with gray hair was holding the door slightly open with one hand, and his other hand was placed above the entrance of the door frame. He was old but looked healthy and well-shaped. He was strong and masculine. He had a wrinkled face, white hair, and a long beard which showed he was aging. He must be in his middle sixties just by looking at his shirtless muscular body. The old-man observes her for a moment then lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her breast.

The grand-elder smiled bitterly and said again, "Then how about we send some of our people to look for him? I'm sure you remember his appearance, don't you?" Draven said, "I do, but it's not like I can draw a portrait of him for you guys." After pondering some more, Draven added, "Wait a second. There's something about him that makes him stand out from most other guys. He's lucky with women, and there are always a group of hotties around him." The grand-elder could only smile wryly and say, "That's not going to be very helpful though. Aren't a lot of rich men surrounded by a group of beautiful women all the time?"

Hunter responded. After taking a swig from his glass, the man asked, “So why are you turning down such beautiful ladies?” “In case you're gay, I'm straight.” Hunter raised his hands at the man. “Don't come at me with no gay stuff.” The man threw his head back and roared with laughter. He looked like he was in his mid-forties. He didn't look feminine at all, quite the opposite. He looked like a macho man. With his low-cut hair, and cleanly cut moustache that met his bearded chin. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and a gold watch around his right wrist. Hunter noticed a silver ring on his ring finger.

"Did she really just barge in here and literally been ogling at us, or is it just my imagination?" "Nah, I think she's really doing that. And here I was, thinking I've seen it all," The one seated replied with a bit of irritation, blowing out a ring of smoke from his nose and mouth. Another deep sensational voice. Husky too. Who are these guys? Not guys, exactly. MEN. Full-grown ass men. Far from my league. I've never found older men to be sexy, but right now, I couldn't help the dirty thoughts garnering in my mind.

“I prefer my women sober. Drunk dates aren’t really my thing. Also… kids aren’t my type.” “Sober? Wow. Fine,” I replied with a huff. “And for the record, I’m 24. What are you, 50?” “I’m 36,” he said, clearly amused. “And if I were 50, I’d be the most handsome fifty-year-old man alive.” Cocky bastard. But he wasn’t wrong. “Well, yeah,” I muttered, smirking. “You’re basically a walking Greek god, but that doesn’t make me a child.”

The atmosphere in the castle shifted as the sound of the large doors opening echoed through the hallway. Elle, still reeling from the conversation with her mother, straightened her posture as she caught sight of the four young men entering the room. Despite their age—well over 300 years—they looked no older than their early twenties, a characteristic of their kind. Each one of them exuded an undeniable power, their presence filling the space as they moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, yet elegant.

If something is happening, it's most likely happening for a reason. Once I get into the living room I notice Nic messing with the silver watch on his wrist. He's looking down at his black Louboutin oxfords that have a thin red lining above the sole. He's wearing a brown silk button up —the first few buttons are undone and the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows— paired with black pants that are rolled once at his ankle. His messy black hair is falling all over the place, but is kept pushed out of his eyes by a pair of sunglasses with yellow tinted frames. I thought I looked good tonight, but he looks amazing. Well Nic always looks amazing but that's because he was born handsome. Not all of u

Tristan Hemsworth. These men are older, bulky, and have a world of experience in their deeply-set, hard eyes. They've been with countless women of all ages and sizes, and are accustomed to getting what they want. My father has had guests like this over for brief business meetings or dinners sometimes. But I'm always careful not to be left alone with them. Not when they make their interest so blatantly obvious when no one is looking. It creeps me out.

He has a smattering of dark hair across his expansive chest and some tribal ink curling around his shoulder. His six pack clenches as he takes off his socks and trousers. I lick my lips as he reveals his thick, hairy thighs—what is it about thick thighs that makes me wet? His cock is at half-mast already, thick and long like I remember. Knowing he’s good-looking, he turns and winks when he catches me staring, his peachy ass flexing. Now I know why girls like older men. Who needs growing boys when you can get a fucking perfect older man with a big cock who knows how to use it?

"$250,000 going once..." "$300,000," a new voice called out. Everyone turned. A man in the back....tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that commanded attention immediately. He was older than the others, maybe mid-forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and eyes that seemed to see right through her. "$300,000 going once...." The dark-suited man raised his hand again. "$350,000." "$400,000," the older man said calmly.