Older Handsome Men Novels & Stories

Because of his long-term fitness training, even though he was already more than 70 years old, he still looked healthy and was not exuding any sign of old age. The old man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of keen amber eyes. His somewhat mixed-race appearance made the old man look younger than other elderly people of the same age group. “Father, it’s been a long time.” Mr. Goldmann Sr. stepped forward and hugged him. Titus was also very happy. His gaze then landed on Nolan and stared at him. “You rascal, I heard that you have a son now?” “You now have two great-grandsons and one great-granddaughter,” replied Mr. Goldmann Sr.

the man said as he approached them with his white hair and blue eyes making Sophie's brother scoff, they know their father and how he enjoys attention and this kind of show, he is a grand entrance kind of man. He is still so young and hot though, he is like a handsome 44-year-old man looking for hot good sex, if he comes close to anyone, what his body screams was sex, getting many females aroused just like that. He hugged them and whispered between them "You guys will pay me later for making you both hot and pretty handsome" he whispered and Sophie's brother jabbed back "We would do that when you pay grandfather too for making you hot too" he chuckled and winked at them before leaving them t

My eyes flutter open, and I find myself staring at the enemy standing before me. An old man, weathered and worn, his grizzled appearance belying the strength that still resides within him. He holds a gun in his hand, his grip steady and unwavering. It's evident that despite the passage of time, this man knows how to fight. His towering physique speaks volumes of a formidable warrior from days gone by.

one of the burly men hollered angrily. The Old Man's face changed drastically, the seven burly men he gathered are all on the peak stage of physical strength and coupled with their bodybuilding, their combat skills should be more terrifying. “Attack him” The Old Man gritted his teeth and roared. Don Santiago tucked his guns in their holsters and dashed at them. Crackled! He grabbed one of the burly men's hands, and broke it, he swung his foot at another, and sent him flying, his movement sleek and fast, as he manoeuvred around the seven of them.

"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 know. I’m just saying that there’s a fat chance we won’t run into each other again.” “We can find a way to make it work. Don’t you agree?” I pause for a minute to gather my thoughts. Apart from being stunning, he’s decent and a perfect gentleman. When I fell into his arms, he didn’t allow his hand to drift past my waist. Most men would have grabbed the chance to feel me up and grind into my backside. But he’s old. Old like my dad, perhaps even more than dad. “How old are you?” “I’m 45.” He says without hesitation.

replied the one holding the trunk door. Another man came. He was tall and bulky than the rest and had a trimmed mustache sitting on top of his lips. He crouched over her body and dared to tilt her head and inspect her face. “Damn, she’s hot.” “Boss will have a lot of fun with her.” The one with a cigarette remarked. “Hell yeah, now I’m jealous of that old fart.” The mustache man agreed, and the three of them laughed. That cruel old bastard has all the young females in the bunch. Having his fill and fun with them, they thought this chick right here would be added to his growing lists soon.

I don't even know what he said. “Ha? Can you repeat that again?” The old guy gave me a weird look then realized something. “Ibig…ay I mean… uhm, you, Aria?” He gestured his index finger to me. Ahh, now I get it. “Yes, I am Aria, and you are?” “Uh, Ansel, just Ansel, haha.” He laughed. Weird. “I'm your papa… you know? papa butler, hehe,” he confusely stated.

I loved it. A few minutes later, the door opened again. This one was... different. Older. Maybe late thirties, maybe even early forties. He wasn't tanned and pretty like the first. He was... weathered. He had broad, solid shoulders, a chest dusted with dark hair, and a stomach that was flat and strong but not sculpted like a gym rat's. It was a working man's body. His face was all sharp angles and a strong jaw, with lines around his eyes that suggested he'd spent a lot of time either squinting in the sun or laughing.

handsome. It felt odd describing a man other than Edgar as handsome. After all,for ten years,he was the only man she had any interest in looking at. Although it was true.Ethan Hollingsworth was handsome and suave in a very old fashioned kind of way. He reminded her of the heroes on the covers of the Barbara Cartland romances she had devoured as a teenager. Silly,she chided herself,as if a man like that would even give her a second thought.She almost laughed out loud.