Innocent and Fertile Series by Rosalie Quinn

A wet and wild ride for those summer day dreams...*A dripping hot and erotic short read – featuring risky, forbidden, first-time fun between an older man and a fertile and fresh 19-year-old woman*Warning - for adults only. This story contains explicit sexual content.Sun screen isn't the only warm and wet thing to be spread in this sizzling short..Sebastian Thompson couldn't be more excited... moreA wet and wild ride for those summer day dreams...*A dripping hot and erotic short read – featuring risky, forbidden, first-time fun between an older man and a fertile and fresh 19-year-old woman*Warning - for adults only. This story contains explicit sexual content.Sun screen isn't the only warm and wet thing to be spread in this sizzling short..Sebastian Thompson couldn't be more excited. With his wife and 18-year old daughter Samantha gone on a shopping trip for the weekend, the 45 year old man finally has some much needed alone time. However, Sebastian's plans unexpectedly change when Samantha's best friend shows up to use the pool - beautiful and petite 19-year-old Mia, dressed in an all too revealing, sexy little bikini... Mia is totally off limits, but how long can the older man resist? less

🔥 A filthy, age-gap fantasy brought to life. If you love raw, explicit, and utterly sinful stories, this one’s for you.Explicit. For adults only. I wasn’t supposed to be here. A whole house to myself for spring break? No parents, no rules, no limits. It was too good to be true. And maybe it was—because when I stumbled into their bedroom, into their closet, and found that little box of forbidden pleasures, I couldn’t help myself.I wanted to play.But I wasn’t alone.I didn’t hear him come in... more🔥 A filthy, age-gap fantasy brought to life. If you love raw, explicit, and utterly sinful stories, this one’s for you.Explicit. For adults only. I wasn’t supposed to be here. A whole house to myself for spring break? No parents, no rules, no limits. It was too good to be true. And maybe it was—because when I stumbled into their bedroom, into their closet, and found that little box of forbidden pleasures, I couldn’t help myself.I wanted to play.But I wasn’t alone.I didn’t hear him come in. Didn’t realize I had an audience until it was too late—until I was caught, red-handed, with a toy between my legs and nowhere to hide.Shame burned through me… but so did something else.Desire.Because the way he looked at me? The way his voice dropped, low and commanding? He wasn’t here to scold me.He was here to finish what I started. less