Midlife Glitch (May/December Romances Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Ben Boswell
kissing my neck, her erect nipples pressing against my arm.
"You're right, we can't," she breathed as she sucked on my ear lobe.
"This is wrong!"
"Yes, so very, very wrong," she moaned as she ground her pelvis against my leg. She was mocking me.
"Ashley...."
"Shhh." She took my hand and pressed it down between her legs. "See what you do to me?" she cooed.
Her muff was drenched. Is there anything better able to break down a man’s willpower than a wet pussy? How many men have thrown it all away in the intoxication of it? She rubbed my hand up and down her slit until I could feel the heat and wetness within.
She'd worked her other hand back into my bottoms and was again stroking my cock, which was now rock hard, almost painfully so.
She kissed me on the lips. Lightly at first, but after a few moments it turned into a rough, wet embrace, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. She'd let go on my hand, but I was still rubbing her snatch. She was so fucking wet. My finger slipped between her lips, partway into her steaming cunt.
Then suddenly she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. She was surprisingly strong, or at least her excitement made her seem that way. This time, I didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. Mostly by instinct I fumbled with my PJs and wrenched them down about mid-thigh.
I stabbed my erection blindly toward her. Once, twice, on the third time, it found its mark, the tip splitting her wet cunt. She gasped softly. Without a pause, I entered her slowly, not stopping until I was buried completely inside her.
"Oh God, you're big," she moaned.
But it wasn't that I am so big; rather, it was that she was so fucking tight. I'd forgotten what an eighteen-year-old pussy feels like; it had been so, so many years since I’d had the opportunity to experience one. But it is heaven on earth. My cock felt like it was enveloped in a compression sleeve. It was so snug that fucking would have been impossible if she hadn't also been so incredibly wet. And the heat. It was like an oven.
I wasn't even thinking about her enjoyment. I wasn't thinking about anything, really, except that amazing sensation as I fucked her tight, wet hole with long, slow strokes. I have no idea how long that lasted. I was completely lost in the moment.
And then suddenly it was like a thousand fingers gripped my cock, squeezing it in waves up and down the shaft. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me, wide-eyes, her lips in the shape of a perfect "o" as she moaned her pleasure.
I was sweating. We both were. I raised myself up on both arms and looked down at her. She was breathing heavily, her perfect breasts rising toward the ceiling with every gasp.
I pulled out and got to my knees.
"No, don't stop, please," she begged.
"Don't worry. I don't want to stop either," I replied as I ease off my PJs completely.
I caressed her slim, toned legs and placed her ankles up over my shoulders. I slid a pillow under her ass, and then scooched in close. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her wet snatch, making her squirm in anticipation. Then I entered her again, and she let out a delicious little mewl of pleasure in response.
She was just a tight as before, her pussy clinging to my cock as I slowly slid in and out.
From my kneeling position, she was spread out before me. Her golden hair was splayed across the pillow, her hands tracing circles over her belly and chest. Her breasts were jiggling with each thrust.
I looked over at her dainty, little, feet resting on my shoulders. I'm not a foot guy, but I couldn't help it and sucked her toe into my mouth. She giggled, and I laughed as well.
I caressed her legs, tracing my fingers along her inner thigh. Resting my hand on her damp, blond muff, I let my finger brush against her swollen snatch. She shuddered and I started rubbing her clit in small circles. She moaned loudly, her hips now gyrating, rising upward to meet my thrusts.
"Oh my God, oh
"You're right, we can't," she breathed as she sucked on my ear lobe.
"This is wrong!"
"Yes, so very, very wrong," she moaned as she ground her pelvis against my leg. She was mocking me.
"Ashley...."
"Shhh." She took my hand and pressed it down between her legs. "See what you do to me?" she cooed.
Her muff was drenched. Is there anything better able to break down a man’s willpower than a wet pussy? How many men have thrown it all away in the intoxication of it? She rubbed my hand up and down her slit until I could feel the heat and wetness within.
She'd worked her other hand back into my bottoms and was again stroking my cock, which was now rock hard, almost painfully so.
She kissed me on the lips. Lightly at first, but after a few moments it turned into a rough, wet embrace, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. She'd let go on my hand, but I was still rubbing her snatch. She was so fucking wet. My finger slipped between her lips, partway into her steaming cunt.
Then suddenly she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. She was surprisingly strong, or at least her excitement made her seem that way. This time, I didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. Mostly by instinct I fumbled with my PJs and wrenched them down about mid-thigh.
I stabbed my erection blindly toward her. Once, twice, on the third time, it found its mark, the tip splitting her wet cunt. She gasped softly. Without a pause, I entered her slowly, not stopping until I was buried completely inside her.
"Oh God, you're big," she moaned.
But it wasn't that I am so big; rather, it was that she was so fucking tight. I'd forgotten what an eighteen-year-old pussy feels like; it had been so, so many years since I’d had the opportunity to experience one. But it is heaven on earth. My cock felt like it was enveloped in a compression sleeve. It was so snug that fucking would have been impossible if she hadn't also been so incredibly wet. And the heat. It was like an oven.
I wasn't even thinking about her enjoyment. I wasn't thinking about anything, really, except that amazing sensation as I fucked her tight, wet hole with long, slow strokes. I have no idea how long that lasted. I was completely lost in the moment.
And then suddenly it was like a thousand fingers gripped my cock, squeezing it in waves up and down the shaft. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me, wide-eyes, her lips in the shape of a perfect "o" as she moaned her pleasure.
I was sweating. We both were. I raised myself up on both arms and looked down at her. She was breathing heavily, her perfect breasts rising toward the ceiling with every gasp.
I pulled out and got to my knees.
"No, don't stop, please," she begged.
"Don't worry. I don't want to stop either," I replied as I ease off my PJs completely.
I caressed her slim, toned legs and placed her ankles up over my shoulders. I slid a pillow under her ass, and then scooched in close. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her wet snatch, making her squirm in anticipation. Then I entered her again, and she let out a delicious little mewl of pleasure in response.
She was just a tight as before, her pussy clinging to my cock as I slowly slid in and out.
From my kneeling position, she was spread out before me. Her golden hair was splayed across the pillow, her hands tracing circles over her belly and chest. Her breasts were jiggling with each thrust.
I looked over at her dainty, little, feet resting on my shoulders. I'm not a foot guy, but I couldn't help it and sucked her toe into my mouth. She giggled, and I laughed as well.
I caressed her legs, tracing my fingers along her inner thigh. Resting my hand on her damp, blond muff, I let my finger brush against her swollen snatch. She shuddered and I started rubbing her clit in small circles. She moaned loudly, her hips now gyrating, rising upward to meet my thrusts.
"Oh my God, oh
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