14 Night Tryst

14 Night Tryst SHAYLA HART Quote LOVE HOWEVER ILLICIT IS STILL LOVE “To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest form of punishment we can bring on ourselves.” —Federico Garcia Lorca One more thing before you go… These short books are written with one purpose in mind only: Smut. If you’re here chances are you’ve already read the first book 7 Day Stand and are aware that this book is all about the smut and not the plot. If you’re a plot junkie then this book will not fulfil your appetite. However, if you’re in the mood for something to cleanse your palette and smut-heavy then grab your trusty bedside boyfriend, put down a towel and get comfortable, because things are about to get seriously…wet. Contents Playlist Dedications Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Thank You For Reading About the Author Also by Shayla Hart Playlist Falling - Harry Styles U Were Never Ming - Ryan Wright Pretty - Astrid S I Put A Spell On You - Austin Giorgio You’ve Got The Devil In You - Rachel McGreagor Bad Boy, Bad Girl - James Nova This Years Love - David Gray Sway - So Below Listen to the full playlist for the entire book here Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Shayla Hart All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.” Dedications This book is dedicated to all my foul mouthed, filthy minded, smut loving readers out there craving to be someone’s… “Good fucking girl.” I’ve always deemed myself a noble man and tried to live my life in accordance with that perception. Until recently—until I met her—and all my morals got shot to the deepest core of hell. Savannah West—the beautiful, and most intoxicating young lady I had the pleasure of meeting less than a week ago. I’ve not been this smitten with a woman since my infatuation with Cindy Crawford back in the late nineties. Fuck, now there’s a throwback. The star of my fourteen-year-old self’s fantasy. My bedroom walls were covered with posters of her in bathing suits. My first ever masturbation session was to the picture of her sprawled out on the beach in a gold bikini. Her enchanting chocolate brown eyes staring into mine while I dry humped my pillow, picturing her slick pussy lips gliding over my dick until I’m coming hot and hard in my boxers. Twenty-six years later, I’m sprawled out on my super king size bed, my throbbing cock clasped tightly around my fist while I frenziedly fuck myself to orgasm, only this time it’s not Cindy Crawford’s pussy I’m envisioning—no, it’s Savi’s, who is not only twenty years my junior, she’s also my son’s ex-fucking-girlfriend. Christ. What a clusterfuck of a predicament I’ve gone and gotten myself tangled up in. Twenty-eight hours ago, she was my insatiable little wildfire that I couldn’t get enough of, and now, she’s nothing more than an unattainable—not to mention sordid fantasy. Damn, the deep-routed disappointment that engulfed me when I saw her at April’s birthday party and my boy introduced her to me as the girl he’s been seeing. Of all the women in San Diego, I had to go and fuck my son’s ex. A whole goddamn year and her name never came up, he didn’t mention her to me, not once. They broke up a measly forty-eight hours before Savannah and I met and started sleeping together. Now, I’ve got to fight off every carnal urge I have whirring inside whenever she’s around me to not bend her over and ruin that impeccably tight cunt of hers, until she’s full to brim with my seed and craves no other than me. Perhaps this is a cosmic sign from above that I shouldn’t get tangled up with a woman twenty years my junior. I mean, what the hell was I thinking? What would people think or say seeing me with a girl old enough to be my daughter? I’ll be perceived as one of those old codgers going through a midlife crisis desperately trying to hold onto their youth. Oh, but fuck, if she isn’t worth it. Those words she brazenly voiced back in that study at April’s birthday last night is relentlessly circling inside my head. “He’s not the one I’m thinking about right now.” He… being my son and fuck me if I wasn’t ready and willing to go against my morals and take her up against that door like a savage. How am I supposed to resist her when every crevice of my body is craving her like a rampant addict? You would think I’d be put off by the fact she’s been with my son, but here I am rock hard at the mere memory of the taste of her. “Fuck, Savi.” I rasp, dragging my hand up my shaft and twisting around the head, picturing her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. My hips rock up, lifting off the bed while I thrust into my hand, chasing down that desperately sought release I can feel building deep in my groin. “Ahh, fucking Christ, I’m coming for you, baby.” With a throaty groan, I surrender to the euphoric sensation that consumes me, starting at my toes and rapidly flowing to my brain, momentarily short circuiting every one of my cognitive functions. “Savannah.” Her name spills past my lips as I fire ropes of my hot seed all over my stomach and chest—hell, I cum so hard I even get hit in the face. My body goes limp, and I collapse back onto my bed, spent and basking in my post orgasmic bliss until it slowly wanes.