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Authors: Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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finding anyone else scared her. He’d never pressured her and this morning, it was all on him.
She entered the bathroom, running the water for a shower. She held her hand up to the spray waiting for it to warm up. Once it was ready, she moved under the water, basking in the warmth. She picked up the soap and her sponge and began to lather her body. Her mind kept returning to Joker’s patience that morning. She’d been in charge, not Joker. Setting the pace of their lovemaking had made it a lot easier for her.
Washing the soap down her body, she gasped as she grazed over her nipples. They were hard, and she moved her hand down, hovering over her mound. She couldn’t touch herself.
Amy had never touched her body in that way, never wanting to go that far even with herself.
New you, new life, new chances.
Dropping the sponge she was using, she slowly lowered her palm over her mound, cupping her pussy. Slipping her fingers through her slit, she gasped at the instant pleasure that overcame her. This was hers. Joker had touched her, bringing her to orgasm. This time, she’d bring herself to orgasm.
Running her fingers across her clit, she gritted her teeth, struggling with her own inner battle of what was right and what was wrong. This wasn’t wrong.
Closing her eyes, she imagined Joker’s smiling, approving face. She wanted to be perfect for him, whole. Sliding her fingers down, she plunged them inside her pussy, groaning as she clenched around her digits. With her other hand, she pressed it against the tile wall. All the while, the water of the shower washed over her.
The sensation startled her in its intensity. Brushing her thumb across her clit, Amy couldn’t contain her cry. Freeing her desire, she fought the war within her and won.
No one could stop her. She no longer needed to be afraid of the unknown. This was who she was. She was going to become a new woman who intended to grab hold of life and never let go.
Her nipples ached with need. She didn’t dare let go of the tile wall. Leaving her pussy, she stroked her fingers over her clit. Each time she stroked her nub, she felt the beginnings of her orgasm getting closer. Biting her lip, she imagined Joker on his knees in front of her, lifting her leg up over his shoulder.
She became fierce in the strokes over her clit. For the first time in her life, she fantasized about what Joker would do to her. The way he’d touch her, hold her, love her. She wanted to know what it was like to have his lips on her pussy, his touch hard and demanding within her.
It was more than she could stand. Gasping out, Amy threw herself into orgasm thinking about straddling Joker’s cock as he slammed deep inside her. Nothing felt more perfect in that moment than the thought of being with Joker, his cock sliding in her body.
When it was over, Amy couldn’t stop smiling. It was perfect. All of it was perfect. Raising her face to the shower, she finally felt like she was living life, loving life. No one was going to take this moment away from her. Once she finished in the shower, she blew out a breath as her body grew heavy.
Turning off the water, she walked into the empty bedroom. She heard Joker talking somewhere in the house. Dressing in a summer dress, she left the bra and panties in her room. For once in her life she was going to start living dangerously, well, as dangerously as she had ever lived.
“What’s going on, man?” Joker asked. Demon wasn’t the kind of man you ignored and Joker knew he’d pushed his luck with the club recently.
“You’re needed for church. Zeke has another favor and I need you here.”
“A favor? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“It seems our good friend wants to use us to escort his daughter from college back home. He doesn’t trust anyone else and we’re an MC that is known for getting the job done. No one fucks with us.”
“We’re not a fucking escort service.”
“I don’t think he wants us to fuck his
She entered the bathroom, running the water for a shower. She held her hand up to the spray waiting for it to warm up. Once it was ready, she moved under the water, basking in the warmth. She picked up the soap and her sponge and began to lather her body. Her mind kept returning to Joker’s patience that morning. She’d been in charge, not Joker. Setting the pace of their lovemaking had made it a lot easier for her.
Washing the soap down her body, she gasped as she grazed over her nipples. They were hard, and she moved her hand down, hovering over her mound. She couldn’t touch herself.
Amy had never touched her body in that way, never wanting to go that far even with herself.
New you, new life, new chances.
Dropping the sponge she was using, she slowly lowered her palm over her mound, cupping her pussy. Slipping her fingers through her slit, she gasped at the instant pleasure that overcame her. This was hers. Joker had touched her, bringing her to orgasm. This time, she’d bring herself to orgasm.
Running her fingers across her clit, she gritted her teeth, struggling with her own inner battle of what was right and what was wrong. This wasn’t wrong.
Closing her eyes, she imagined Joker’s smiling, approving face. She wanted to be perfect for him, whole. Sliding her fingers down, she plunged them inside her pussy, groaning as she clenched around her digits. With her other hand, she pressed it against the tile wall. All the while, the water of the shower washed over her.
The sensation startled her in its intensity. Brushing her thumb across her clit, Amy couldn’t contain her cry. Freeing her desire, she fought the war within her and won.
No one could stop her. She no longer needed to be afraid of the unknown. This was who she was. She was going to become a new woman who intended to grab hold of life and never let go.
Her nipples ached with need. She didn’t dare let go of the tile wall. Leaving her pussy, she stroked her fingers over her clit. Each time she stroked her nub, she felt the beginnings of her orgasm getting closer. Biting her lip, she imagined Joker on his knees in front of her, lifting her leg up over his shoulder.
She became fierce in the strokes over her clit. For the first time in her life, she fantasized about what Joker would do to her. The way he’d touch her, hold her, love her. She wanted to know what it was like to have his lips on her pussy, his touch hard and demanding within her.
It was more than she could stand. Gasping out, Amy threw herself into orgasm thinking about straddling Joker’s cock as he slammed deep inside her. Nothing felt more perfect in that moment than the thought of being with Joker, his cock sliding in her body.
When it was over, Amy couldn’t stop smiling. It was perfect. All of it was perfect. Raising her face to the shower, she finally felt like she was living life, loving life. No one was going to take this moment away from her. Once she finished in the shower, she blew out a breath as her body grew heavy.
Turning off the water, she walked into the empty bedroom. She heard Joker talking somewhere in the house. Dressing in a summer dress, she left the bra and panties in her room. For once in her life she was going to start living dangerously, well, as dangerously as she had ever lived.
“What’s going on, man?” Joker asked. Demon wasn’t the kind of man you ignored and Joker knew he’d pushed his luck with the club recently.
“You’re needed for church. Zeke has another favor and I need you here.”
“A favor? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“It seems our good friend wants to use us to escort his daughter from college back home. He doesn’t trust anyone else and we’re an MC that is known for getting the job done. No one fucks with us.”
“We’re not a fucking escort service.”
“I don’t think he wants us to fuck his
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