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

of satisfaction ripple through my aching balls and make my thighs tighten. She’s new to this, I can sense, as her teeth periodically graze my length while she sucks me, slowly, up and down. But it’s the best fucking blow job I’ve ever gotten, because her need to consume me is raw and visceral. It’s the hottest thing ever.

I should be able to let her blow me, watch her work on my dick while I pull that silky curtain of hair away from her face. I should. But when I watch her take my length, feeling her gag as she pushes me to the back of her throat, I feel my orgasm snake up my thighs and tear through my core.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” I warn her.

But she doesn’t relent. She shakes her head and continues to suckle and swallow me, eagerly, faster and faster. It’s nearer now, I know as the coil in my stomach tightens unbearably, I feel it happen.

She makes a noise on my cock as the first spurt leaves me, then whimpers with delight as I continue to release, and what a fucking release it is. I’m a fucking water hose in her mouth, unloading shot after shot, her throat working with me to take it all down. And as I feel the last of my orgasm leave me, her tongue keeps working the underside of my cock, milking me. God it feels so good that I don’t know if I can handle it and before I know it, I come again, unexpected for us both. An innocent giggle slips past her lips as she tries to keep swallowing, a trickle of spend dribbling down her chin, onto her bare breast. When she finally releases me, she holds my softening cock in one hand and uses the other to collect the stray spend, pushing her finger into her mouth, eyes on mine.

As she crawls up to me, settling in the spot between my chest and arm, I realize it.

She’s ruined me.

I can never be with another woman. I know it.

13

Britta

I feel silly admitting it, but I tell him anyway.

“That was my first time doing that,” I pressed my lips to his chest, kissing him gently. I loved how he smelled like sweat and cologne, his skin salty on my tongue.

“Which part?” he asked, adjusting in the sea of pillows behind us.

“What I just did to you,” I said, running my hand over his solid, fuzzy chest. He felt like a real man, made of muscle, showing age, capable and strong. I loved touching him. I loved what he’d said to me in the car, about finding love. It was so honest and quite unexpected coming from a man like him. It was true, we all just wanted to be loved but didn’t know if we’d ever have it. “And what you did to me,” I admitted in a small tone, my hands drifting down his tight belly, resting over his softened but still impressive cock. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I need to feel his warm skin, everywhere.

“First time giving and receiving oral sex?” he asked with surprise.

“Yeah,” I said, letting my fingertips comb over the length of him, slowly. “I’ve only been with one other guy. My boyfriend when I was nineteen.”

“How long has it been since you’ve been with him?” he asks, his palm smoothing its way down my bare back, making my pussy throb. His hands on me are unlike anything else.

“We broke up on my birthday. And I’m close to 21 now. It’s been,” I count in my head and am surprised when I realize just how long it’s really been. “Almost two years.” It sounded so long out loud. Like decades.

He’s quiet, and I think for a moment he’s embarrassed for me that I’ve been celibate for two whole years. Wondering what’s wrong with me. Then he speaks, his palm on my back, pulling me on top of him.

“I’m glad no one else found you before I did,” he says, his dark eyes carrying a serious expression.

My lips find his and as much as I want him to think I’m a good lover, sexy and skilled, I can’t calm myself when my naked body is pressed to his. Our teeth grate and I’m everywhere, hair flying, legs flailing, moans escaping me. After a few crazy minutes he’s on top of me again, the weight of his hard cock on my belly making me wet, hungry.

“Fuck me,” I pant against his lips, the threat of his solid body on top of me making me tremble with need. I just told him to fuck me! It was out of character for me yet it felt so natural.

He slants his mouth over mine and I can still taste myself on him, and it drives me wild. I savor the sight of him hovering over me, full of desire, cock hard against me.

“Hold on,” he rolls off of me and pulls open a drawer, bringing back a gold packet with him. On his knees over me, he tears open the package, his eyes locked to mine. But I can’t help it when my eyes magnetize to his hands, fondling his thick length, rolling the rubber onto himself. I’d never seen a man touch himself before and though it was utilitarian, it floored me. In response, my thighs dropped further apart, exposing my wet heat to him. His eyes went there for a moment, to the apex of my thighs, before he crawled over me again. Our hands tangled together between us, both of us fighting to guide him into me as fast as possible. The groan he made when he pushed inside of me nearly made me orgasm right then—deep and raw, filled with pent up lust. And how it feels for him to fill me, its inexplicable.

“You feel so good,” he said on an exhale.

“You too,” I say, adjusting to his size as his hips roll into me, pushing