Fertile for My Boyfriend's Dad: Forbidden Fertile Age Gap

By Candy Quinn

I’ve always had a fantasy of being with an older man. Letting him use my fertile body, claiming me for himself. I’ve never told anyone that before, and certainly never acted upon it.

When my good-for-nothing boyfriend stiffs his dad on the rent money, Mr. Edwards offers me a deal I can’t refuse.

If I give myself to him fully, then he’ll make all of my forbidden fantasies come true.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pathforgers Publishing
• Release date: Apr 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215065204

Candy Quinn

For over a decade, I've been writing the hottest, naughtiest stories I can think of, and I'm addicted. I love to explore the forbidden, the taboo, and the over-the-top sexy. Each story starts off with a sizzle, giving you that nice build up, and that perfect release.I want to publish more hardcore stuff, so if you want to support me, please add me as a favorite author and then sign up for my newsletter so you never miss a new adventure: http://candyquinn.com/newsletterDiscover new, secret fantasies, or just indulge in those sticky-sweet guilty pleasures. I'll never judge ?

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Fertile for my Boyfriend’s Dad

Fertile for my Boyfriend’s Dad

FORBIDDEN FERTILE AGE GAP

OLDER MAN / YOUNGER WOMAN

CANDY QUINN

Pathforgers Publishing

© 2024 Pathforgers Publishing

All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. This book is intended for sale to Adult Audiences only. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. All sexual activity is between non-blood related, consenting adults.

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Fertile for my Boyfriend’s Dad

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Preface

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Book Themes: older man/younger woman, age gap, bareback, cheating

Word Count: 4773

Fertile for my Boyfriend’s Dad

Liliana was stark naked, her toned body still damp from the shower. Her long, dark hair hung in slight waves down her back, dripping beads of water down the length of her spine. One caressed the curve of her ass before falling to the ground with a splash.

Her muscles still ached from her morning run, her bronzed flesh flushed from the heat of the shower.

She dug through the supposedly clean laundry basket. It did not smell at all fresh. Her boyfriend, Robert, had sworn up and down that he washed her clothes, and then growled at her to get off his back.

She grabbed a pair of pink panties, only to hold them up and realize, no, they had not been washed.

Of course not.

She was completely out of clean underthings, and her pretty face glowered at the basket.

Robert?

No answer.

Of course not.

He was never home, despite his on-again, off-again job situation. When she’d moved in with him, he told her he’d take care of everything - rent, bills, chores. He promised to treat her like a goddess. At