So... I'm thinking of writing a new book ... And of course it's a Luke Hemmings fan fiction hahah 😍😘 (he's bae !) but anyway .... I wrote a chapter for it .... But I don't have a tittle for it just yet .... I might call it Mr. Hemmings .... And it's going to be a super dirty book ... Like it's gonna have lots of sex it in .... When I say lots .... I mean lots and lots ... So anyway .... Here's the chapter .... Please , please , please , please give feedback on wether or not I should actually turn this into a book / fan fiction ....
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His soft milky skin was no longer pressed to mine. His sparkling blue eyes no long trailing down my body. His plump pink lips no longer trailing kisses down my neck. His warm soft hands trailing up along my waist grabbing my bum. His accent no longer in my ear whispering sweet nothings to me as his skillful fingers ran along my core awaiting arrival.
I sigh in frustration as I thought of him more and more. I wanted his body, his touch, his love, his voice in my ear as he groans, his lips hot against my soft skin, his fingers ripping every article of clothing off me. He made me like this. He loved me, and I loved him... Everything about him... Was.... Just perfect.. He just makes me love and hate him all at once!
As I feel myself getting wet down under I groan thinking of his lips down there. I slide my hand down my laced underwear rubbing my clît thinking of his graceful fingers. As I push my middle finger inside of me, I thought of him smirking at me and kissing my thigh telling me how much he loves or loved me. I curl my finger moaning and grabbing the sheet as I buck my hip up imagining his fingers deep inside me.
I felt a heavenly sensation inside the pits of my stomach letting me know I'm close of reaching my high.
That's it baby, more.
His voice rang smoothly in my ear. There's nobody in the world who I would go after. No matter how much times he broke my heart. I still loved him. I know it wasn't going to help me, I just couldn't help it.
As I reach my high, I pull out my fingers and grab the sheets arching my back cursing his name as if he were here with me. I fall back on the bed and pant heavily. I know this is going to be hard, but I can't fight the feeling that he might be with someone else, someone else who's not me..
Just the thought of him being with another 'girl' or how I like to put it: sluts that only want him for sex. I want him for more than that. I want to be the one who gets to take care of him. I know it seems like a dream. But I want it to become a reality.
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So there it is ... Please , tell me wether or not I should make this into another fan fiction .... I think the plot might be really good if I do work on it .... But anyways .... Next update in a day or two !!!
