Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Eight
So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!
***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***
Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)
Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.
Leaving her car at the restaurant, the couple rode to her place making the normally ten minute drive in under five. Aria couldn’t keep the grin off her face as Jeffrey all but dragged her up the walkway and into her condo. The door slammed shut and the lock was flipped before the towering man crowed her into the wall. His hands and mouth were everywhere it seemed, that sinful tongue rasping dirty fucking nothings into her ear.
“You want me to nail you to this wall babygirl?” He asked, his breath panted against her neck as he lifted her leg above his hip. His thick thigh pressed between hers, the course denim dragging a delicious friction against her clit
“Fuck. Jeff.” She moaned as his hands squeezed her ass while he rut into her. “Anywhere. Everywhere.” Aria gasped before she was hauled up and wrapped around his body, the man carrying her blindly towards the living room while devouring her mouth.