Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Younger Woman Older Man

“Patronum Lanich, how can you do this? Well. What I meant is you can take the young one!” The bald man smiled wistfully, “Oh, I see. So you like the older one? This woman, although she is a middle-aged lady, she maintained her body well! She could be considered to be around thirty years old; only the word ‘charming’ can be used to describe her overall aura. Moreover, she’s the wife of an elder, I naturally like the challenge!” The middle-aged woman’s brows snapped together. With her teeth gritted, she bellowed, “Fine! I’ll go with you, but let my daughter go!”

They turned to each other, glaring with the kind of stubborn pride only the old alpha of a pack could carry. “Me first,” the elderly woman snapped, slapping the man’s hand away. “I’m older,” the man grumbled, crossing his arms, swaying slightly, and then coughing as if he were a tree bending in the wind. I fought a snicker, but I caught the sharp edge in the woman’s gaze as she cursed him silently. The scent of her irritation was faint, but my wolf caught it immediately. The middle aged woman was watching quietly, her lips twitching as if she wanted to laugh, but she held herself back. My wolf found what they were doing… amusing.

If anything, her fingers moved faster. “Mmmh … I need.. Mmhh.. your mouth,” the redhead groaned from her sixty-nine, pulling off the man’s cock with a wet pop. She twisted, breaking the position, and crawled towards the older woman. The man followed, his face glistening with her juices. The older woman opened her arms, and the redhead lowered her head between the mature woman’s thighs.

Chapter 21 Eden POV On a normal occasion I would sneer at the words ‘Fiancee’ but right now I couldn’t help but feel the was away the older woman in front of me. She was older no doubt but her face and body would defy to the fact, she didn’t look at day over thirty but from the young man standing next to her I would say she was about fifty. Not only was she older but she seemed to know Percy and by his reaction it wasn’t too pleasant.

Firm, strong, unshakable. The great transformation, inwardly, came after the tragedies. However, few knew that on that same plane there was a man, 13 years older, to whom the young woman's heart belonged. He was the only man who made her a romantic, in every way. Although he loved her as much as she did, they both knew that revealing this, while she was still a 17-year-old girl, would certainly put an end to all their plans. Another aggravating factor, in addition to the age difference, was that he was a black man of simple circumstances. But he had a strong, kind personality that always made her smile, feel good and protected. On her part there was both love and admiration.

“Yeah, because sharing the bedroom antics of past partners is a real turn on.” “You don’t have to go into detail. I’m interested. Was there someone?” He sighs. “Well… When I was in my early twenties, I dated an older woman for a while.” “What was her name?” “Gillian.” I don’t remember her. “When you say older…” “She was thirty-four. Ten years older than I was at the time. She was a yoga instructor, and I met her at the gym. We had a fling for a few months.”

He was losing his grip, holding it tight, he was struggling to breathe until she came first, his long-kept patient came out bursting. With the tiring erotic dance they did, they both slumped in each other arms. Still amazed about what just happened, the old man looked at the girl, who was snuggling inside his chest. “Are you satisfied?” he mused feeling a little younger thinking he had slept with a younger lady. “Not quite but you’re not bad yourself grandpa,” she replied, still feeling cozy inside his saggy arm. “How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking,” “Sixteen, I’m of marrying age, grandpa,”

“By the way, you haven’t explained to me what is going on with you and that b*tch, Linda. Do you like a filthy woman like her too?” Liam hastily explained, “You’ve misunderstood me, honey. There’s no way I would like that woman. She is the one who keeps pestering me.” The editor-in-chief’s wife pressed on. “Are you sure? She’s younger than me, though.” Liam hugged her and said. “I like a mature and charming woman like you, honey. Other men may like a woman like her, but I don't.” The editor-in-chief’s wife was beyond delight when she heard what Liam had said. She was 49 years old this year. Even though Liam was four years younger than her, he was more romantic than her husband.

She was an elderly lady in her forties. "Yes ma'am, how have you been? It's been so long since we met. 5 whole years." Blessing smiled looking at the lady who was nice to her five years ago… "Oh I've been fine my dear…where is that man you came with seeing that you are now with a more handsome one?" Did that man dump her?, but it's better now that she's with a handsome lad. She was about to answer when the lady interrupted her. "Keep this one close, he's more handsome. And real love is hard to find nowadays.Enjoy your holiday…Paris is a beautiful city. City of love" she chuckled as if whatever she was saying amused her.

Or to be more specific, whom she saw. A young woman, she couldn’t have been more than nineteen or twenty years old. Her eyes were filled with tears that seemed to have been contained until that moment, the moment she felt it was safe to shed them, the moment she buried her face in Edmund’s chest and he gently wrapped his arms around her in pure affection. ‘So, he is into younger women. He is at least seven-eight years older than her, older than me!’ Her heart went from drumming like crazy a few seconds earlier to skipping some beats, the woman was beautiful.