Cream In The Middle (Black World Order)

Vanessa Quinn was 44. Blonde, busty, and newly single after kicking her cheating husband out of their expensive two-story home. She lived in the rich side of town, where everything looked perfect—but behind her manicured lawn and polished smile, she was soaked in frustration. She hadn't been touched in months. Her vibrator had become her best friend. But it wasn't enough. She craved something more. Something real. Something massive. Then she met - jace. He was 25. A tall, broad, chocolate-skinned mover with forearms like tree trunks, tattoos crawling up both arms, and a slow, deep voice that made her legs go weak. He came to help with furniture her ex left behind—and what he carried between his legs was far bigger than anything he lifted. From the second he walked in, Vanessa's panties were ruined. He towered over her, smelled like sweat and spice, and called her ma'am. with a smirk that told her he didn't give a damn about playing polite for long. She was older. Horny. Lonely. He was younger. Hung. Hungry. And when their eyes locked—Vanessa knew exactly what she needed to sit on next.