Older Woman Younger Man Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Thank you so much, ma’am.” She opened the gate more, inviting us to step in. “Come in and bring your boyfriend inside too.” Minghao and I flinched at the misunderstanding she spouted right now. The man beside me, suddenly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato. He opened his mouth, maybe about to deny the supposition. But according to my last experience, I know it might be better not to oppose the old woman’s assumption. A conversation with older people always comes with this: if you are not in relationship, they’ll keep asking when do you plan of having one, suggest other people to date with, tell their own love stories, etc…

He answered, and the old man let out another round of bubbly laughter as he ruffled Anderson's hair lovingly. Not knowing what to do, I just smile, watching the exchange between both men. I was experiencing intense Deja Vu as I was reminded of my position with the altercation with Daniel earlier today. I hated being out of the loop. The old man finally noticed my presence and his lips parted in shock as he gasped dramatically. “Oh my! Who's this stunning young lady!” “That's my newly wedded wife pops,” Anderson emphasized, pulling me closer to his side as his lips split into a proud smile. “And the love of my life.”

I look at Langston, only to see his jaw on the ground. Linda's eyes widened, "You're color blind! Obviously, it's orange, moron!" We gawked at them. No. Both of you are color blind. "Are you saying that you married a moron?" Carlo smirked. "Apparently!" "Then why did you marry me if I'm a moron?" "Because you're my moron." Aww! "I love you." The old man smiled, giving a kiss on the old woman's forehead, hearing an I love you too as the reply.

He was close to her father's age but there was no wrinkle on his face. "She is," Alessandro looked at the man. His arm fastened around her tightly. "Have you signed a new business deal with him?" She asked, looking at them. "We have. Alessandro is helping me to achieve the goal my wife dreamed for me. She is an engineer," He said, smiling. Her smile flattered, "You love her." She asked. "She's the only woman I have loved," The old man's smile broadened. She nodded, her smile returned on her face.

The sarcasm clearly flew over her head because Jane replied with a pleased smile. I didn't even feel annoyed by whatever she was trying to do. I was just done with the conversation and her in total. “My love?” An elderly man called, joining our little circle or triangle. Jess and I glanced at each other. How was he looking worse than his pictures? He was taller than us, I'll give him that. Other than that, he just looked like a tall grandfather. “Honey, these are my friends,” Jane said, linking her arm with his. “Jess and Olive. Girls, this is my husband.”

"Oh my, are you two fighting?" I immediately turned toward the voice, and the irritation I was feeling instantly melted away at the gentle tone of an elderly woman who had just stepped out of the condo unit next to Victor's. I was about to speak when an elderly man emerged from the same unit. From the looks of it, they were married. "Oh? I thought you were already at the elevator, Mahal?" the older man called out to the woman. The elderly woman turned to face him, and I watched as she wrapped her arm affectionately around his.

They make their way up the hill silently, not saying a word. The couple finally reaches the top of the hill and see an old woman sitting under an apple tree. The woman sucks in a breath and slowly walks over to where the old woman is. The man comes up from behind and kneels before the old woman. Her eyes are closed but there is a smile on her face. The man gently calls her name. As he does, two butterflies emerge from behind the grave and fly off into the sunset. The man calls the old woman again, gently shaking her by the shoulder but the old woman does not answer him.

“I said you're old—and not man enough.” He grabbed my chin, lips inches from mine. “Baby girl, when I’m done with you, you’ll be crying—not from pain, but because your pussy won’t get a break. You’ll beg this 'old man' to stop while dripping all over my cock. You won’t just know I’m man enough—you’ll feel it in every inch of your sore, trembling body.”

This was indeed our first encounter, but previously, I had spotted lipstick stains that weren't mine on Evan's clothes, as well as strands of red hair that had been purposely hidden in his pockets. I did not accept the drink. Smiling softly, I complimented her, "Ms. Dixon, you have a great body. I'm sure many male werewolves are pursuing you." She laughed loudly before pulling the strap of her top off her shoulder to reveal half of her bosom. "Thanks for the compliment, Ms. Castillo. Yours is pretty alright too." She shrugged at me before pressing her ample bosom against Evan's arm. "Since you and I admire each other, why don't you drink with me?"

he breathed hotly. I was laid back on the bed now, chest rising and falling heavily, my eyes closed in a wave of shyness and overwhelming sensation, still feeling the tight grip of his hands caging mine above my head. His lips were tracing a path down my stomach, his hands peeling away the last of my clothing with a reverence that made my heart ache. Suddenly, the elderly man’s voice came to me. “If you weigh that much, I don’t think the marriage would’ve happened. I am sure those two ain’t married. Their kinds are for fun”.