viviane
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Bend Me Daddy
Mafia Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.
Xoxo.
Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you."
The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please."
He paused.
Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding.
"No," he said.
It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?"
And he laughed. He laughed at me. His Nasty Little Virgin
Short stories *Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances.
Hope y'all are ready for a pleasant ride.
xoxo.
"Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium.
The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me.
"Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly.
He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear.
"Come for me, bluebird."