Tony Stark is Iron Man. Here's a sample of a recent adult romance chapter I've written.
There are loud noises just outside the bathroom—laughter and inebriated singing—and while the sudden realization of their proximity makes me a little anxious, it also sends a jolt of excitement down my body. Robert’s loud, eager mouth is either oblivious or just doesn’t give a damn about the voices outside. It keeps focused on the smooth, soft flesh of my bosom as my pussy twitches madly around his fingers. I grab his head, pulling it from my cleavage and kiss him hard, driving my tongue in as deep as I can. We’re both breathless when Robert pulls back. He chuckles and plants a quick peck on my lips. I gasp as he pulls his fingers from my pussy. Before I can start to complain, he bends down, sliding my panties down to my ankles in one swift motion.
I waste little time stepping free of my soaked panties and move back, down onto the closed toilet seat. I arch my back, raise my skirt and spread my legs to give Robert a clear view of my wet, shaved pussy. I’m on fire—his gaze is like a tangible appendage, having much the same effect as his fingers were. “That’s some view!” He says, tugging at the front of his jeans, adjusting a huge, obviously uncomfortable hard on. He lunges in before I can reach between his legs and catches my mouth in a sloppy, muffled kiss. His left hand clutches my thigh as he cups my pussy in his right and gives it a soft squeeze.