Romance Books With Age Gap Novels & Stories

She said more so, questioning herself. The characters in the book had sex, multiple times. She thought to herself. Hanna Schmitz was 36 and Michael was only 15. That was a 21 year difference between the pair. Maya couldn't understand how that was morally right. If Mr. Dawson was 25 he’d only be six years older not 21 she pondered. Besides, she’s read so many romance novels for her to know how romance works but this was different. This was ages, generations apart how could anyone be okay with this?

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She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, as he sucked on the skin at the bend of her shoulder. “I’m too fucking old.” The note of seriousness in his voice alarmed her, and Sera tugged on his hair, forcing his head upward to meet her gaze. “You’re perfect and just what I want. Please, Jack, I want you. I don’t care about the age thing.” He snorted. “How could you not? I’m forty years old, Sera, and you’re nineteen.” She shrugged. “That doesn’t matter. You’re in fantastic shape, and you’ll be keeping up with our kids easily.” Flicking out her tongue, she licked her lips again as he watched. “And I’m sure you’ll have no trouble keeping up with me in the bedroom.”

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

CONTENT : Age gap, family dynamics, hot sex, cock sucking, penetration. CHAPTER 1 "So you think we should get married, do you?" Jack Robbins teased as Alannah snuggled in his arms. The sight of her long-legged, ebony beauty always made him smile. It still blew his mind that this stunning beauty had proposed to him a year ago, although at the time, he had turned her down cold. He had his reasons, but had been re-thinking them as of late.

“Merry Christmas, Elena.” She laughed, shaky and perfect. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” I kissed her slow, tasting salt and sex and her. We weren’t done. Not even close.

But what was more disconcerting, was the fact that this man or being was decades older than her. "What about you Mr. righteous? How could you sleep with a woman that you're two centuries older than? Isn't it child abuse?" she folded her arms and drew up close to face him. "You are my mate and you are of age," he shrugged. "I am only 29 years old; you are almost two hundred years old. The age gap is mind-blowing, you're like a great-grandfather to me." "I did not choose this; the universe makes the matches. I would not have picked you out myself if even I was blindfolded," he raked a hand through his locks "There are more deserving wolves, I wonder why it had to be you."

“You can’t just do this, Liam. You know why I am doing this. We can’t be fucking together! We can’t just—” “Why not?” he snapped, the restraint in his tone finally breaking. “Tell me, because of my age or your age? Is there a law that says age gap is a fucking crime for loving someone?” Her pulse raced so fast she thought she’d faint. “Loving someone?” she bit back. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t fucking love me! You just want the sensation I can give to you. You just want the—” “Sensation?”he cut her off sharply.

“That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.” He shrugged. “Weirdly romantic is kind of my thing.” She blushed, tucking the book under her arm. “We should find something you’d like.” They drifted through the aisles together, pulling out titles, comparing tastes—him more into thrillers and old philosophy books, her favoring modern poetry and angsty novels. At one point, he challenged her to find the oldest book in the store. She found one with a broken spine and scribbled notes in the margins dated back to the 1950s. He kissed her cheek when she handed it to him, whispering, “Beautiful and clever.”