Drenched Rough Quickie For His Wet Brat E-Book

Sharon Love

• Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Taking in a barely legal brat as a border might not have been the best decision. Shawn is prone to sexual thoughts and actions. As a bartender he has ample supply of women, but one is off limits. Until she isn’t.
Jenny is spontaneous with recently developed, womanly curves. When he fixes her shower, she’s more than thrilled with his service. She desires to pay him back for his kindness. She’s wet in more ways than one and drenched for a quickie to satisfy their unprotected needs.

Alpha men take quick chances and allow rough blasts to tempt fate  in the Rough Fertile Quickies Series. They offer limited backstory, so you can get to the good parts fast. Climax quick with this erotic sharing love short story. Tap the buy button and experience a satisfying ending for yourself.

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Drenched Rough Quickie For His Wet Brat

Rough Fertile Quickie Series

By Sharon Love

First Edition, eBook Edition.

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.

Sharon Love is an Author of Adult Tagged

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Drenched Rough Quickie For His Wet Brat

By Sharon Love

I wouldn’t be what you’d call a stand up, trustworthy guy. I fully admit I had issues. I was once arrested for stalking a woman. She was a doll too. Sexy as all hell. Her sultry brown eyes and full pouty lips had my dick excited every time she came into the bar. Yes, I bartend and yes I screwed women in the bar, on the bar, under the bar. You name it and I filled a throbbing wet pussy there.

Not trying to win any brownie points, but simply explaining that I’m controlled by a horny force that bones up in my pants daily. Can’t stop him and don’t want to. It feels too fucking good to blast out a primal groan, calling out a woman’s name and slapping her tight ass.

Oh, did I mention I love ass fucking? I mean really love ass fucking. There’s nothing better than the sight of a tight sphincter begging to be stretched open by my stiff erection. Anal sex gets me off harder than any old ordinary sex any day of the week and sometimes twice on Tuesday. Bambi worked the bar on Tuesday. We had fun.

Bambi aside, the best ass I’d taken was a tad taboo. I mean it was so hot, so wrong, so carnally destroyed that I couldn’t stop fucking it. I continued to jack off and replay it for days afterward.

It happened with an innocent pussy, a barely legal named, Jenny’s. She reminded me a lot of that hot sultry woman I was following a few years back. The one that caused trouble and got the restraining order taken out on me.

Jenny helped me comply with the law. All on account she came back in my life. Her pouty lips provided me with an outlet and I no longer needed to chase after the unobtainable woman. I had Jenny’s lusciousness within my grasp. Because her mother an ex of mine that was a hell cat in heels left the country, leaving Jenny without a place to live. Cause I’m such a nice guy, she was now under my roof, day in and day out. I was in jerk off heaven.

I’d kept my distance, at first. I’d fantasize over Jenny’s long legs and firm tits without her knowledge. I admittedly thought of her while I banged chicks at the bar, but only the ones with brown eyes.

If she’d kept her distance we wouldn’t have done anything, but she didn’t and she was there, all sexy, wet, and begging to be seduced. How could I not give in? That ass. It was calling out to me. I’m a man with urges and the way she satisfied those urges was well worth it.

“Shawn, can you look at my shower? It’s dripping,” Jenny asked, bouncing into the kitchen in her thin cotton top and tight jeans.

“What have you done to it.” I accused, staring at her. I imagined what her budding nipples looked like under her tank top.

“I’ve done nothing. Really you should fix this place up.” Jenny twiddled her finger, rocking a broken cabinet pull back and forth.

“I’ve been meaning to get to that.”