Okay, let's put it all on the table: sometimes when she sneezes or laughs a little too hard... well, you know, there might be a little leakage. Oh god, what if that happened when she was with a man? Especially a young man like her son's business partner Russ...
The family’s been spreading vile rumours about Ellora, mother of the groom.
When Ellora overhears these rumours repeated during Friday night cocktails in honour of her son’s wedding, she flees the Boathouse bar in tears. Luckily, there’s a young man outside with shoulders huge enough to cry on all night long.
Her son’s business partner Russ is more than just a hulking body—he’s the strong and sensitive type. Just what Ellora needs right now. And, though her looks have earned her the title “MILF of the groom,” Russ is the only man who makes her tremble.
But will Ellora’s fears about sharing her aging body with a younger man prevent their desires from blossoming?
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit sex between an older woman and a younger man.
EXCERPT:
Every
time Russ squeezed Ellora’s breasts, she watched the muscles in his arms and
back tense, then release. His body
was a godly machine, and she couldn’t get enough. When he pinched her nipples, streams of energy shot to her
clit, pushing her ever closer to that high-fenced border, the one she hadn’t
dared to cross in so long.
The
ache in her core grew hotter with every lick, and when he sucked her clit into
his sizzling mouth, she was sure she couldn’t keep quiet. It felt so good, oh so wonderfully
amazingly good. How could she hold
back?
Ellora
tried to pull away, to squirm from her impending orgasm, but Russ released her
breasts and wrapped his arms firmly around her waist. He went at her like crazy, sucking her clit and shaking his
head side to side. His saliva
pooled in her pussy, making her so wet the juice actually slid down her crack
to coat the fine leather under her bum.
Everything
was slippery now, and she bucked against his face, holding his head and riding
his tongue. “Oh Russ!”
He
made a noise like an animal, a growling sort of moan, and pressed his meaty
tongue flat against her pussy. She
writhed on it, circling her hips while he pinched her tits. Oh, his fingertips were so scorching
hot every press of them against her tender nipples brought shuddering shocks
straight down to her cunt.
“Yes!” She held his head, wrapping her legs
around his massive back. “Yes,
Russ, oh God yes!”
Her
heels clacked together when she tried to cross her ankles, so she pushed them
under the waistband of his khakis.
When he licked, she kicked, driving her heels into his muscular ass
cheeks, making him wince and growl and tear at her pussy lips with his teeth.
“Oh
yes,” she cried, kicking him, making him hiss. “Yes, Russ, don’t stop!”
He
worked her clit with his mouth, drawing out that heavy buzzing orgasm sitting
like a weight at the base of Ellora’s pelvis. She felt it twinging, like an itch that could only be
scratched by a man’s hot tongue.
The more he licked, the heavier it became, until she felt she could no
longer support it.
The
pressure built, higher and higher, moving in her belly, shifting toward her
clit. Grinding against his
stalwart face, she brought herself closer, so close, almost there…
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