His Young Maid: A Forbidden Boss Age Gap Romance by Daisy Jane (romantic love story reading txt) 📕

happiness. At the time I started working as a maid, I just wondered what there was left for me in life. And I wore a smile every day to hide the fact that I didn’t see a future that wasn’t miserable.”

Though I’ve not been in as challenging positions as Britta has, I understand what she’s saying.

“Are you miserable still?” I ask.

“Not anymore,” she exhales against my face, her body inching closer to me in the car.

“I’m glad,” I say, controlling the heaving breaths that soar in my chest, controlling the urge to grab her and pull her onto my lap and feel that hot pocket of flesh pushed tight against my steel cock.

“I know something that will make me feel better,” she muses, her eyelids growing heavy, lips falling apart as she awaits my answer.

“What is that, Britta?” I know as I ask that it will be something sinister. She isn’t asking for lobster, she’s going to ask for me, in some form or another, and I want nothing but to give it to her.

To give everything to her.

“I want to make you feel good,” she rasps, her pink tongue drifting over her top lip. “And I want you to make me feel good, too.”

Jumping from the car, I grab her from the passenger seat, hoist her over my shoulder and make my way inside.

12

Brooks

I climb over her slowly, like a predator, my cock dragging against her core, her body heat radiating onto me.

“I’m going to flatten you to the mattress and fuck you hard,” my voice is a growl, the flare in her eyes turning my dick to steel.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the moment I heard your voice in my kitchen,” I say, as my confession laced with a primal urge comes free.

With Britta, I want to indulge in all my most carnal desires, I want to live to please her, fully. It’s sex, of course it’s sex, she’s a fucking glowing, gorgeous thing. But it’s more. Forty-eight and I’m getting a hard-on whenever I’m around this girl. Making my heart race and filling my mind with possibilities, fantasies of the future. It’s familiar and new, all at once. It gives me a rush of excitement just to be next to her and in her presence, I feel like I am truly myself.

“Do it, I want you to fuck me hard,” she exhales, her nipples like sharp peaks dragging through the short, barbed hair on my chest. Our clothes lie in a heated trail to my bedroom and god her body feels so good against mine. Her palms stretch out over the Egyptian cotton sheets, head rolling in a tangle of blonde hair as my lips drift down, making a hot line down her core. Any thought of where we’re going or what we are doing is cast aside when my tongue finds her clitoris, swollen and wet. Using the pad of my tongue, I massage it carefully, gently, then with more and more firmness, my own groans pulsating all the way up through my scalp, down to my toes. Her hips raise off the bed as she pushes her pussy into my mouth, grinding and grating against my tongue. Her words are a heated jumble in the air.

“More.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Oh, baby.”

“Make me come.”

Those last words bring me to a halt and I lift my face from the warmth of her slickness.

“I want to watch you,” I say, wrapping my arms under her thighs, driving her up on the bed, to partially sitting. Her eyes are hazy, cheeks rosy, nipples pouting at me. She nods, as if love drunk, my tongue driving her mad. Nothing but the urge to come is on her mind now. I hold her there, like that, cupping my mouth over her sex again, swirling my tongue around her sensitive, swollen little clit. The way she rolls her hips against my mouth while I have her pinned, holding her down, my tongue driving deep inside - it drives me fucking crazy. My cock is thick and hot against the bed, throbbing, precome leaking freely. I should have better restraint, at this age, but that sweet taste of cake she holds between her thighs makes me so hard, my balls feel like they may explode.

Her head tilts back, her golden hair dragging against the pillow as her tongue slides over her bottom lip, legs falling apart, giving me more room to work. I hold her thighs apart, working her pussy with my tongue, her sweet honey coating my mouth, bringing my own needs closer to the surface.

Her breathing quickens and I know she’s close. Looking up through the valley between her breasts, I watch her eyes flutter closed as my tongue sweeps through her folds once more, twice more, the last time resting over her clit. Then her thighs fight my hands, her spine curls delicately as she grabs the sides of my head, tugging at my hair. She rides my stiff tongue as she orgasms, her wet flesh all over my face, her little whimpers nearly burning me alive. She screams, I growl into her and when she comes down, I find my place next to her on the bed. I need time to catch my breath but she’s young, she doesn’t need time, she needs me, and she shows me.

Crawling between my legs, she wraps one small hand around my cock, her fingers not quite meeting. She begins to move her hand up my length, and the sight of her there with the taste of her still on my lips, it drives me mad. I become young again, a young man chasing his need with no finesse or art. I need to come and I need her to make me come, again. No matter how unrefined the way.

I don’t recognize myself as I sit up, grabbing her head in my hands, guiding her down onto my cock, her sweet little mouth open and eager. Her purrs