Here we go again…

Emma is writing a new story. One that I gave her the bare bones of an idea for, seeing as I’m the ideas lady.

But this morning when I woke up I had words in my head. Words for her second chapter…

So here you go…

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Who was this woman?

When he’d propositioned her in the kitchen Jack had half expected her to slap him in the face and storm off, calling him a pig. Instead she’d made propositions of her own that made his blood hot and his dick hard.

He looked around his bedroom, trying to see it in her eyes as she walked slowly along one of the walls, taking it all in. For the first time he felt shame. This woman, Ivy, deserved better than rumpled month-old sheets and naked girls posters. He could feel it in his gut.

“I’m sorry.”
She turned when she heard his muttered apology and smiled at him, shaking her head.┬áHer smile went straight to his dick; if they didn’t get down and dirty soon he feared he wouldn’t be able to physically get out of his jeans, the steel rod between his legs impeding the undressing.

“Don’t be,” Ivy said and her smile got bigger. “It’s perfect.”

Jack stalked to where she was standing by the small window and grabbed her roughly by the hips, pressing his hard cock against her belly. He ate up her moan with his mouth as he plunged his tongue between her lips. Her fire burned him and he couldn’t get enough.

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