He Wants To Do It Inside Me : Fertile Brats 7 (Age Gap Erotica Age Difference Breeding Erotica Pregnancy Erotica XXX May December Erotica): Fertile Brats, #7

By Tori Westwood

My landlord Frank really hates my boyfriend, so when he catches us about to get it on he really isn't happy.  He kicks him out of the house and begins his naughty advances that I refuse to deny.

Soon Frank is telling me how he's going to take me and I practically beg him to keep his promise.  What follows is a steamy bout of love that sees him fill me to the brim.  It's so naughty!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Feb 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386878100

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Let me take a look at you again, he said, stepping back and admiring me,

By now my nipples had risen beneath the garment and I saw Frank’s pupils dilate as they found them, licking subtly at his lips as he imagined doing all kinds of things to me.

I did a slow pirouette and when I made it back around he advanced on me, pushing me back on to the bed as he drove his tongue inside my mouth and kissed me.

His leg came to lie on mine and soon we were grinding against each other and my hand was at his cock, rubbing along the thick barrel that waited to be freed beneath his jeans.

I think you need to catch up, I said and I tugged a little at his t-shirt.

He pulled off me now and ripped it over his head, showing off the torn cut of his abs as he did so.  Frank barely missed a day in the gym and it definitely showed.  His body was to die for, but it was yet another thing that was tough to admire as a close tenant.

My hands were drawn to it instinctively, sating a long-held and deeply buried desire to fondle his muscles.  I quivered as my soft skin touched him and ran my hands all over his six-pack and pecs.

He went straight to his jeans, ripping out the belt quickly and popping the button at the top, but for now he went no further, instead moving back to kiss