Eden Books Spoiled By My Mom’s Boyfriend – A Forbidden First Time

(Older man/younger woman age gap) My mom’s boyfriend is furious when she puts me down, and he’s determined to treat me like a Goddess to cheer me up.

Damon is everything I want in a man. Yea, he’s older than me, and true, he’s dating my mom, but I still dream about him.

When my mom starts screaming at me in front of him, he is furious that she’d insult me like that.

He promises to make it up to me, and spoils me. As the night goes on, his praise and endless compliments go to my head.

For the first time, I feel seen. Desired. Loved.

I beg him to take my innocence, and he promises to treat me like the Goddess I am.

♡ Excerpt ♡

“You strike me as a girl that needs some romance in your life, am I right?”

I was just settling into the blankets, grateful for the warmth it provided, as I was still just in my tank-top and shorts, and the evening encroaching, making me chillier. So his statement catches me off guard, my eyes widening.

“Is it that obvious?” I say, blushing even as I try to pass it off all cool like by batting at his knee. Or rather, I intended to bat at it, but instead I just kinda squeeze and caress it.

He is still in his rough jeans and a casual t-shirt, but he is warm against my side. He lets the blankets down around me, then puts his arm around my shoulder. It is so warm and affectionate, and with him close to me, I can smell the fresh scent of his soap.

“I remember being your age. And I remember the boys that are your age. I don’t envy you, that’s for sure. It’s hard out there for any girl, but someone like you? You gotta know you deserve better, but you’re surrounded by…”

He trails off, shaking his head with a light chuckle.

“I just mean, if I had a girl like you when I was your age, I would’ve fucked it all up.”

I listen with rapt attention, but my brow furrows at that last part.

“What? You?” I say, undoubtedly looking as shocked as I feel. “Don’t tell me you were some kinda fuckboy… I can’t even imagine.” I laugh, nudging at his leg with my tiny hand.

He squeezes my shoulder in response, smiling down at me.

“I never broke a girl’s heart like that. Let’s be clear. But I didn’t know how to treat them like a Goddess, either. That’s what someone like you deserves, my sweet Cinderella.”

He’s the only person who’s ever called me that, and he’s definitely the only person I’d let call me that. To everyone else, I’m always plain old Cindy.

I’m smiling like a silly little girl at his praise, but also blushing. But I look aside, saying, “Okay, well… that I find more believable. But only a little. You’re clearly too good for my mom. You can treat her like a Goddess all you want, but I think she’s gonna treat you like a devil right back.” I try to make that sound lighthearted, but I mean every word of it.

My mom was always a terror. With me. With her boyfriends. Though many of them deserved it.

He’s the one that definitely did not.

He strokes my bare shoulder thoughtfully. I lean forward to grab the hot cocoa and take a sip, pleased that it’s rich and creamy and not too sweet. He watches me as I put it back down, gushing about how good it is, and smiles. His large thumb finds the edge of my lip, and brushes away some of the foamed cream, offering it back to me to lick off.