Night of the Living Bed
Despite a handful of thwarted attempts at seducing a TV producer personally and professionally, Hope of Sutter Avenue Paranormal Society (SAPS) is pleased to finally get some alone time with him. Will she be able to get Jason into bed—and get the opportunity to talk about her idea for a paranormal reality show? Or will her connection to the supernatural ultimately betray her plans?
Warning: Night of the Living Bed (11,800 words) contains portable passion, paranormal miseducation, and a sweet erotic surprise.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Hope, but I’m glad it did,” he said as I reached my hands down his pants and firmly gripped his cock. He started to get hard underneath my furious stroking, and wasted no time unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He spun me around and pressed me up against the side of the portable toilet, and I reached over to lock the door. “Now, I’m going to get into you, Hope,” he panted in my ear as he slid his hand down my pants and quickly stuck two fingers inside of my wet, willing pussy.
“Yes, William, yes,” I said as I pulled down my pants and braced myself for the hot, hard rod that was anxiously rubbing against my backside. He dug his fingers in and out of me while massaging my clit with his thumb. As soon as my pants were firmly nestled at my feet, William shoved his cock in me from behind, continuing to ravage my clit with his hot, curious hand. He was big, he was hard, he was just what I needed to get me over the hump until I finally had my time with Jason. And who knew when that would be?