Novel & Cerita Older Handsome Men

"That's my good girl." He opened the door, his fingers still buried in my pussy, and three more men stepped into the room. They were all gorgeous. All older—ranging from mid-thirties to what looked like early forties. All built like they spent hours in the gym. One was covered in tattoos, another had silver at his temples that made him look distinguished and dangerous. The third had the body of a professional athlete. They looked at me—naked, flushed, dripping down Dante's hand—and their eyes darkened with pure hunger.

“We’ve been worried about whether you two will get along.” “You know me, Mama. I’m a cool guy. I get along with everybody.” She squeezed my arm, satisfied, and we stopped in front of two men standing near the bar, their backs to us, deep in quiet conversation. Mama cleared her throat softly. “Steve…” The older man turned first, mid-conversation with a guest, excusing himself with an easy smile. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver threading through dark hair—handsome in that distinguished, put-together way. Expensive watch, warm eyes. Mama had landed a serious catch.

with intimidating and serious eyes. Once on the grand floor below, he greeted the guests who, like him, had been invited to the party but did not lose his serious and intimidating expression. He struck up a conversation with an older man, whose hair was covered in gray and had a comical mustache, as well as several men who were a bit older than Stefan. "I heard that Mr. Hoffman got married this year," the silver-haired gentleman commented. "Yes, I heard that too. They say his wife is beautiful," one of the other men spoke.

I stored that information carefully. It was near the end of the evening when an older man drifted into our orbit. A white-haired, broad-shouldered, the kind of face that had once been very handsome and had aged into something distinguished. He embraced Edris warmly, the easy grip of two people who went back further than tonight.

Seeing that intense look on his face, I took a good look at him. Mature, confident, and yeah, pretty handsome. Guys his age had that whole grown-up vibe going on. Way more appealing than, like, Brad. Older guys were totally in right now. It was all over social media—women of all ages, whether they were single, married, or even young girls, were into mature men like Hayden. But him getting all worked up over the 'old man' thing? Clearly, he didn't get that his age was kind of a flex.

My body tenses as they spread out across the living room, trapping me between their leering gazes. One man is at least a head taller than the others, with broad shoulders that make him look like he could easily lift me off the ground. He's older, maybe Dad's age, and has thick silver hair pulled neatly behind his ears. He wears an expensive black tux without a tie—a sharp contrast against the white shirt beneath. There's a poshness to his exterior, but something tells me that it's all for show.

Right at this moment, a slightly lazy voice sounded. "But what if I don't want you to take her back?" "Who is it?" More than a dozen middle-aged men were looking for the position of the speaker. "Stop looking. I'm right in front of you." These middle aged men hurriedly looked towards Alva's side, only to be shocked by what they saw. The man in front of them was so handsome. If they hadn't seen him with their own eyes, they wouldn't have known that there was such a good-looking man in the world.

She couldn't deny that they are all handsome men but she couldn't help but cringe at the idea that the man looking for a baby maker is already old. She brings her back her sight to the youngest of them. The man is undeniably gorgeous. His black hair is a bit curly. His eyebrows were thick but his brown eyes seemed emotionless. He has an aristocratic nose but what makes him more charming is his reddish and little bit floppy lips. "I think this old man just got into a kiss before the picture was taken." She silently commented. She examined more the man in the photo. He has a well-toned body built that can make a woman drool.

In the center of the town, three people stood at the gate of the stone hall. Two young men in their twenties were standing on both sides. They were extremely handsome and had extraordinary temperaments, with long swords hanging from their waists. The wind and snow which were as sharp as knives were resisted to one meter away from them. In the middle, there was a burly old man with gray hair who was as strong as a lion. He looked hale and hearty with a red face.

She truly was a spectacular beauty. Next to these charming fellows were three older men. One of these men was tall with a well-built figure. Even in the cold weather, he only wore a tank top which exposed his powerful arms that were filled with great strength. He had gorgeous black hair which complemented his dark complexion wonderfully. He was a handsome middle aged man with an aura that filled many with calm. The other two weren’t as eye-catching, for one was an old man hunched over on a wooden stick and the other a large potbellied man with a sly look on his face.