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- Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Struggling to forget an ex girlfriend, Louis, a former alcoholic takes a bottle of scotch to bed. A barely legal friend of his room mate storms in to confront him first thing in the morning.
She has big opinions, a big chest, and and an even big mouth. So big it tempts the alpha male too far. She may be a virgin, but he’s fed up with all women and is ready to be in control in the bedroom again. She’s clearly ready to be claimed, and he’s the alpha male to pop her cherry before breakfast.
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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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Stiff Rising Rough Quickie Before Breakfast
Rough Fertile Quickie Series
By Sharon Love
First Edition, eBook Edition.
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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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Stiff Rising Rough Quickie Before Breakfast
By Sharon Love
“What’s this!” an outrage boomed, rousing me awake. I shook my eyes open and tried to focus on the woman standing at the foot of my bed. “A bottle of scotch?” She flung the bottle in question across the room, shattering it against the wall.
“Charlotte. It’s not what it looks like.” I sat up, pulling the covers up with me. I was naked under the covers and preferred not to expose my morning erection to a barely legal brat friend of my room mate.
“No? Eight years! You’re throwing away everything? Your life? Your career? Your success? Cause that’s what alcohol takes.” She was steamed and I wasn’t awake enough to deal with it.
“Sit,” I commanded. She sat on the edge of the bed. “You don’t know me well enough to make accusations. I had a hard night last night. The bottle is empty, but I didn’t drink it.”
“Honest?” She softened. “Cause Terry said you didn’t drink. I don’t like alcoholics. They frighten me.”
“I don’t. You’re safe here.” I looked into the brat’s pleading eyes. She was so beautiful at that moment. I stroked her thigh, hoping to convince her to believe me.
“Then why did you open it?”
“Because I’m a weak man with urges I can’t control.” I sat up, letting the covers settle. “There’s a woman in my past. You remind me of her. It was hard meeting you. That’s all.”
“Louis, you’re strong. You don’t need her.” She eyed my physique. I worked out. She slowly licked her lips. I could only imagine what sensual things she was thinking about doing to cheer me up. “Plenty of women would kill to be in your bed. You’re hot, Louis.”
“Thank you. Charlotte.” I pulled her close to snuggle with me on the bed. “Actions speak louder than words.”
“What are you saying?” She shot me a sideways worried look.
“You know you feel the heat too. There’s a force between us that we can’t deny.” I moved her hand over to feel my exposed, hard, erection.
“Louis. I can’t” She jerked away, but I held her by the wrist.
“Think about how happy you’ll make me feel.” Her rejection rang in my ears. Unlike the bitch from my past. I wasn’t going to let the slutty brat make me feel like a loser. “Just once. I won’t even cum inside you. I promise.”
“It’s not that.” She softened and rested her hand on my thigh, close, but not touching my dick. “I’m a virgin.”
Her confession was too much. How perfect would it be to not only fuck a tight young coed, but to be her first? To actually pop a cherry again would make me feel like a man again. I’d be unstoppable. Women on the street would uncontrollably undress to be fucked by me. Men would hate me, because I’d fuck all their wives and daughters. My cock would love me for all the pussy action he’d be getting. Fuck yeah!
“Charlotte, I’m going to teach you how to be a woman.” I smashed her hand on my cock, holding it in place with one hand, and wedged the other down the front of her pants.
“Wait, no.” She wriggled away, allowing herself to fall on the floor. “We can’t.”
