Nursing My Sick Boss : Age-Gap Breeding 20 (Breeding Erotica): Age-Gap Breeding, #20

By Kimmy Welsh

When my ex-boss Mr. Thomas got admitted to my hospital ward I thought the worse, but thankfully it's not as serious as the doctors first feared.  With him in my charge I feel an incredible amount of responsibility, but there's just something so inviting about seeing him like this.  I can't explain it, but I begin to think things that a woman definitely shouldn't about a guy twice her age.

Soon I'm giving him a different kind of care, but Mr. Thomas doesn't seem to mind.  In fact, he's actively encouraging me!  Read how I tend to his every need.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: Jan 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393349716

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I took a deep breath and reached forward carefully, moving at an almost imperceptible speed and trying not to pay too much attention to the fact that my fingers were about to touch my ex-boss’s mature cock.

I tried to move him with as few fingers as possible, as though doing so would forgive the act.  My imprecise jostling didn’t do the trick.  Instead I just rotated his cock a few degrees.

He shuffled and cleared his throat and I stood back away from him, half-considering bolting through the curtain and disappearing from view.

His eyes stayed shut, thankfully.  Carefully I moved back to him, resigning myself to the fact that a few prods from my finger might not get the job done.

This time I took a soft grip of him, trying to force his cock back into his pants.  I never thought it would be this difficult.  Despite my jostling the unruly appendage remained on display.  Worst still, it was getting bigger.

Fuck, I hushed, watching the magic happen in front of my very eyes.

His cock twitched to life, the beats of blood visibly surging into him and remaining there.  It grew and grew and I watched, wide-eyed.  Mr. Thomas’s hard cock was a sight to behold.  I was supposed to be professional, but gazing upon that beautiful, hard dick without drooling was an impossible task.

It bobbed gently and I made another move for it, hoping that now that it was stiff I could put it back inside its home easier.

When I touched him I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his engorged flesh against my palm.  I could sense his heartbeat.

My fingers gripped around him, holding him like a baton.  I felt a rush of juices flood to