روايات وقصص ضمن The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Before I could do that I hear a door knock and I go and open it and when I get I am met with this tall, huge and old man he looked similar to Chance the only difference was the hair and well of course the age. He looked at me and smirked at me and I don't know why but he gave me the creepy vibes. He then got closer to me and held my hand I tried to make him release me by wiggling it but he just tightened his hold he then brought the back of my hand to his mouth and he kissed it and I felt disgusted. He then let go of me and I wiped the back of my hand with my shirt and he just grinned at my actions. 'Bastard sure knows how to pick em.' he says as he looks at me up and down then his eyes stop

He shut me down the way he shut everything down: his mouth on mine, bruising, desperate, all teeth and tongue and hands that never asked permission. What the fuck was happening to me? It felt like I was in a trance. He kissed me like he wanted to bruise every soft piece left. I let him. God help me, I let him. My teeth scraped his lower lip—he grunted, deep in his throat, something more animal than man.

The sting of rejection had never pierced his skin, so he didn’t carry scars like the rest of us. I shouldn’t be flattered by that comment, but in all honesty, I was. “Am I still too young for you?” I could still smell the nighttime air on my nose, feel the bumps on my arms, the taste of smoke in my mouth. It was a lifetime ago, when I was a completely different person, but it all came rushing back to me. At the time, our age difference didn’t matter. He was a gorgeous man that I’d wanted to sink my claws into. I’d assumed I was an adult that could handle anything. But now that I was older, I knew he’d made the right call when he walked away. He gave in to a moment of weakness and kissed me,

In the faint glow of the emergency exit sign, he looked tired and messy. Still hot though. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “You called me a moron,” I finally said, my voice cracking a little. “For falling in love after one kiss, FYI…. It was two kisses and I’m not in love with you.” “I’m—“

He spoke softly. He moved even closer and I inched toward him, his breath fanning on mine, before he slips into a kiss, and the knot in my stomach freed with happiness. He didn’t kiss me roughly, it was gentle, almost as if he were scared to break me, it was calming, his hand still playing with my hair and his lips, moving against mine, our eyes closed as I savored this moment, never in my life did I think I would share a kiss with a mafia king.

"You are not going to meet him because am not freaking gay, there's no way I would date a man seven years older than me!" "Wow, you've always had a kink for older women, it's not surprising you are in love with an older man" Jarvis laughed. "You dumb fuck. Am not gay!" I shouted and hung up, throwing my phone on the bed. I ran my palms over my face. This was so fucked up but, I was gonna stay away from that dick. To be continued...!

Then they made me drink something yellowish with a pungent smell and awful taste, and now they were making me go kiss a random guy. More like a man, he was about my father’s age. What was he doing here anyway? Didn’t he have a family to take care of? And what, kiss him? I haven’t ever kissed a guy. I’d be damned to lose my first kiss to him. It was something I was reserving for my fated mate.

I asked. He laughed softly, taking his hand away from my pussy and bringing it up to my breast, fondling me. "You're okay with kissing an old man like me, little girl?" I giggled, pulling myself close to him. He put an arm around me, still running his fingers along my breast as he leaned in, nipping lightly at my bottom lip before he kissed me. He ran his tongue along my lip, and I couldn't help myself from moaning softly. He kissed much better than Jason, and his lips felt wonderful against mine. Mr. Davidson laughed softly as I sighed.

“I kissed someone.” Tyson raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Annnd?” I sat on the bench, my face in my palms my mind went back to the memories of what happened yesterday. Her soft lips on my, her breasts flushed against my chest, her mind blowing scent. "I kissed an older lady." I put it as that. Tyson's eyes widened and Jared smacked my head again. "Oh shit, I always knew you were freaky but damm, you upgraded dude." Jared said with a smirk, shaking me while we walked to the locker room.

The old man told me. I didn't understand anything, of course, I don't know who he is. I shook my head as a sign that I did not know, him, so he puffed something frustrated. "Moriah, I need you to remember what I told you the day, that you discovered that you weren’t ageing." I stared at him puzzled. I even moved my head a little to the side. The old man shook his head, "May I touch your hand?" The old man asked me and I nodded my head, he closed the distance that separated us and grabbed my hand.