Mother's Day Special

By Cordova Skye

Jacob's been a regular at the cafe where I work for weeks, always providing a bright spot in my busy days with his good looks and killer smile. He's unfailingly attentive, but there's no way a gorgeous older man like him could be interested in me...at least, not interested in the ways I fantasize about.

After a grueling shift on Mother's Day, he asks me out...and I discover that's exactly what he wants: to claim my innocence for his own, and fill me to overflowing with his seed.

Mother's Day special is a 6,600 word long high-heat contemporary short in which an older man makes a younger woman's fantasies of becoming a mother all come true.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Burning Lotus Press
• Release date: Dec 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215782620

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Mother’s Day Special

A Fertile Older Man/Younger Woman Short

Cordova Skye

Copyright © 2021 by Cordova Skye

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This book is a work of erotic fiction intended for adults. All participants are over the age of 18. No similarities to persons living or dead is intended

Also by Cordova Skye

The Brides of the Gods:

The Earth-King’s Bounty

The Forest God’s Rite

The River God’s Gift

The Storm God’s Gift (avail. June 2021)

Fertile Fairy Tales:

Seeding the Rose

Seeding the Thief

Seeding Red

Seeding Snow

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I let myself imagine what if...

Someone like Mr. Sullivan would know my body better than I knew it myself, I thought, stepping into the steamy shower. Older, experienced, not fumbling around like the boyfriends I'd had who were my own age. I closed my eyes, tipping my head and letting water pound against my back. He’d be strong and warm and in control, his hands finding all of my most intimate places and carrying me to heights I’d never felt.

I pinched my nipples, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure down my spine, and let my hands glide over my wet skin. I delved between my thighs, my fingers tracing along my folds, touching myself the way I imagined he would touch me. I was slick, my juices far hotter than the water pounding down around me, sliding down over my fingers as I pressed into my tight slit.

He’d tease me just so, take me right to the brink, and not let me slip over until I begged him for it. Jacob, I whispered, loving the feel of his name on my lips. My inner walls clenched tight, aching to be filled completely, stretched around something far thicker than my own fingers, and I brushed my thumb over the sensitive nub of my clit, picturing him over me, in me.