Taken by Older Men (m/f Erotica Bundle)
Young women encounter strong, sexy older men in this erotic bundle. A teen sets her sights on her best friend’s hot hunk of a daddy (Getting Off); a naughty girl is caught masturbating by her pastor, who gives her a hands-on lesson in repentance (Sanctified Sex); and a runner finally works up the nerve to make a pass at her track coach, with unexpected results (Marathon Sex). Adults only! More
Young women encounter strong, sexy older men in this erotic bundle. A frustrated teen sets her sights on her best friend’s hot hunk of a daddy (Getting Off); a naughty girl is caught masturbating by her pastor, who gives her a hands-on lesson in repentance (Sanctified Sex); and a runner finally works up the nerve to make a pass at her track coach, with unexpected results (Marathon Sex).
Warning: This 10,000-plus word collection features graphic scenes between young women and older men, including rough sex, oral sex, spanking, and anal sex, and is for mature audiences only.
There was no way I’d sleep tonight if I didn’t get a nice hard **** rammed up my *****, and soon. If daddy didn’t want me ****ing his boys, then he was going to have to pay the price—which was okay by me. The brothers were hot, but Mr. M had that whole older man thing going on. Plus, I’d seen the look in his eyes when he opened Matt’s door and saw me all spread out and naked—and it wasn’t anger.
I opened the door, listened, and slipped out into the hall once more, creeping past the brothers’ bedrooms. The master bedroom was at the other end of the house, but it was empty, and so was the living room. That left the study. The door was closed, but as I neared it I heard the telltale slap of flesh on flesh. With a smile, I eased the door open, very slowly.
Mr. McKay sat in his office chair, eyes closed, pumping his rigid **** in his fist. I stared hungrily at his long, thick shaft, imagining how it would feel buried inside me. “Sascha,” he groaned, and I grinned, pretty sure I was going to find out.
“You called?” I said, stepping forward. His eyes flew open and he tried to tuck his **** into his pants. “Oh, please don’t put that away,” I said, sauntering toward him. “I really want to play with it.”
He gave up trying to hide his erection and shot me a stern look, which totally didn’t work with his manhood bobbing in the air. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
“Well, it’s your fault I am,” I said, coming closer.
His eyes flashed. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“Really?” I was right up to him now, my ***** tingling. I leaned down and ran a finger down his chest. “What are you going to do … spank me?”
I put just a touch of insolence into my voice, like I didn’t think he’d dare. And just like I’d hoped, he yanked my shorts down and pulled me across his lap. Nothing turns me on like being spanked, and having Mr. M do it was the ultimate.