Wicked Age Rating Novels & Stories

My heart was trying to make its way out of my chest and I was blushing for whatever reason my body saw fit. I wondered if Alex’s parents approved of his ways… Although in the werewolf community maturity age was sixteen, and thus matings and everything was allowed from the age of sixteen, that was only because coming into one’s wolf occurred at sixteen. But I had no wolf to speak of. Would Alex’s parents approve of whatever he and I had?

“Rafe, tell her what she is.” Rafe’s calm, and dead voice came from above her head. “She’s a little girl who teased wolves and lost. She’s ours to edge, ours to deny, ours to mark. Say the rest, Skylar.” She sobbed, the sound was ugly and perfect. “I’m yours… all of you… I’m a dirty girl who needs Daddy’s cock and I’ll take it however you give it… please…” I pushed the head of my cock inside her again at the word please, just the crown, stretching her, and held there without moving. My thumb reached down to flick her clit while she pulsed around the tip.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

I asked, looking at Silver. “I guess you are not so innocent after all, After is rated 18” Lillian said. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I looked down in embarrassment, no wonder the teens were making out at the end of the movie, I shouldn’t have talked. I thought about biting my lips. “Let’s give her what she wants,” Silver said. “No!” I yelled. They looked at me weirdly. I cleared my throat. “I mean let’s watch something else” I said. I can’t watch a r18 movie even if I am 18, I am going to die of embarrassment especially if I watch it with this one that is much older than me.

“Don’t Watchers live to old age?” Ginika asked curiously. Vera opened her mouth to say something, but closed them and averted her gaze to the sea. After a long silence, she spoke, “Most Watchers live, but they rarely cross the age of seventy,” She sounded over the wind and the horn of the ship. “How old are you?” Ginika asked. He also wondered why she sounds unsure of her own age. “Sixty-two, I think,” Vera shrugged.

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”

1 - Hard Limit (Not willing at all) 2 - Not interested 3 - Neutral 4 - Like It 5- Love it Bondage Blindfolds — 5 Bondage (heavy) — 4 Bondage (light) — 5 Leather restraints — 5 Chains — 5 Ropes — 5 Cuffs (leather) — 5 Cuffs (metal) — 4 Gags — 4 Suspension — 3 Impact/Percussion Spanking — 5 Flogging — 5 Whipping — 4 Canes — 4 Belts — 4 Riding crops— 4 Cat-o-nine —1 Wooden paddles — 4 Full body beating — 2 Hair pulling (receiving) — 5 Hair pulling (giving) —4 Face slapping — 3 Sexual activity Oral sex (giving) — 5 Oral sex (receiving) —5 Swallowing semen — 5

Wicker mouth drops open as he stands to his feet, the room suddenly looks small as his head was almost touching the ceiling “...The perfect muse, such enticing sinful creature, hypnotizing eyes... Goodness lord!” He says in awe, circling me. Thank goddess, he made no move to touch me while at it. “How old are you dear?” Mr. Wicker finally ask “I am sixt...” I was about saying, when Blacktooth cuts in sharply “She is twenty years old Mr. Wicker.” He says.

“You ever gonna live a little, Em?” She didn’t look up, fingers still flying over the keyboard. “Some of us have actual responsibilities, Jake. Not everyone can survive on charm and bad decisions, so please...” “Responsibilities?” Jake chuckled low, stepping closer to kick off his boots with a thud. “You’re 22, not 40, Em. Tell me, when’s the last time you did anything that got your blood pumping?” Emma’s fingers paused, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet his. That damn grin of his was wider now, daring her to bite back.

I just assumed she was a teenager, who’s body had matured so fucking quickly. But then, as I got to know her better, when we met at the restaurant… I discovered her real age. That she was in her thirties. And that was a big, big fucking problem for me. I knew that in the human trafficking business, the younger you were… The more desirable you fucking were. Old women didn’t have a place here. Perverts wanted the girls young. Either as kids… Or as teens. Anything over the age of twenty-two was a fucking push.