His Dirty Author: An Age Gap Romance

Jesus Christ.

I can’t breathe. Do I want Malik to fuck me? Yes. Yes, I do. But—

The thought gets slammed to a stop. I’ve thought about this man for years. Come more times with his face in my mind than I can reasonably count. We’re both consenting adults, but I'm a recent one, and he's... so much older. Will people think this is awful if they find out what we've done? Spread rumors that Malik is into jailbait? Will my agent regard me with disgust? My own mother?

There are a hundred reasons to say no.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” His mouth slams down on mine, and this time I do moan. The man can kiss.

Malik pushes me back toward the window. He wasn’t kidding. Turning me, he pins my body to the glass, at the same time pulling up my shirt above my breasts, and my bra, so I’m plastered to the cold surface and completely exposed to anyone who might be looking.

We’re high up, but we’re not that high.

His whole body is keeping me in place as he explores me with his hands, pushes my leggings down enough to have full access to my pussy. I’m already soaking for him and so desperate that there aren’t any thoughts in my head.

“You said you liked it a little darker,” he whispers in my ear. “So, I made it darker. I see you like it.”

“Yes.” The word is a gasp as he curls his hand around my body and touches me. Strokes my clit.

His lips are on my neck. “Am I inspiring you, Erin?”

I can only moan.

The clicking of his belt buckle and the brush of his jeans against my ass make me shiver. “Next time,” he says, “I’ll make sure to have a condom so I can finish so deep inside you that you won’t be able to forget it. This time I’m going to fuck you raw and spill it all over your ass so you’ll know exactly who you’re with right now.”

There’s silence before he whispers in my ear. “I need verbal consent to do that.”

“Yes.”

Malik fits himself against me and thrusts deep with one brutal stroke. I’m so wet that I can take all of him, and I nearly come right then. Holy fuck, this feels so good that I can’t breathe. Squeezed between the glass and his rock-hard body, it’s like a vise of pleasure.

I don’t doubt that every single sex scene Malik Ellis has written is from personal experience. Because the man is a sex god, working his hips exactly where I need them to go, driving into my pussy in a way that makes me see stars.

“Were you thinking about me while you were touching yourself?” His words are rhythmic, punctuated by the way he’s fucking me. “Tell me the truth.”

“I was,” I say. “You and me.”

“Good.”

He only fucks me harder, and I implode. There’s no way to hold back the orgasm or make it last. I’m too aroused and too desperate. My cries echo off the walls of the room, and just when I’m coming down off the crest of pleasure, Malik groans.

Pulling back, I feel the heat of his orgasm splash over my skin, running down my ass and dripping, soaking into my leggings. “Fuck,” he says.

One finger strokes through his cum on my skin, and he reaches around me. “Open.”

His words are a dark command that I have no power to disobey. I open my mouth and let him feed his cum to me, spreading the salt across my tongue. He does it again, gathering and delivering it to my mouth. And a third time. “Seems a shame to waste it.”

I’m out of breath, and I swallow the taste of him before he tells me to. I already know that he will.

Malik puts me back together, pulling my leggings up over my wet ass and making the fabric stick to my skin. Pulling down my bra and shirt before turning me around to face him. “You’re very quiet.”

“I have no idea what to say.”

He smirks. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is.”

“Then I have a question for you.”

I nod. “Anything.”

“We have a couple of options here. This can be a one-time thing, or while you’re writing this book for me, we can fuck. It’s your choice, of course. But I, for one, have a lot more ideas that I’d like to inspire you with.”

My heart is racing, and that thought is nearly enough to make my pussy flood with wetness again. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he smiles. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow. I expect the first chapters tonight.”

Walking away, he stops when he gets to the door. “And Erin?” His gaze slides all the way down my body and back up. “If I find out that you washed off any of my cum before you leave this apartment, I’ll be disappointed.”