Ok, so I have had a few ideas for outtakes for Flaming Desire, but I never knew if it was something people would want to read. Some stories have outtakes that go over quite well, and others…not so much ;) After the last update for FD, I had a few ppl ask me questions that made me decide outtakes were necessary because I had not planned to put these things into the main story.
I am not sure how many I will have total, but I have at least 3 more up my sleeve. *grin*
Oh yeah, one more thing, my outtakes will not be beta'd, so please be gentle if I made a mistake! LOL!
Here is your first one. Some Emmett/Rosalie goodness. This takes place on Halloween Day—part of chapter 17.
Outtake 1—Emmett Sees Red
I was in the middle of the best blow job of my life when I could faintly hear Fantasy by Ludacris playing somewhere. It was perfect for the activities I was taking part in, but the fact that it just kept getting louder and louder was annoying the shit out of me. I grabbed Rose's hair and pushed her down harder. Fuck am I glad she liked that!
The fucking song was getting even louder to the point that it was keeping me from blowing my load. This is bullshit! The next thing I knew, Rose wasn't sucking my dick anymore—in fact, it was my hand wrapped around it, not her lips. What the fuck? I heard the song again and realized it was the ringtone I had set for Rose on my cell going off on my nightstand. A fucking dream, just my luck.
I flipped open my phone, "'Sup sexy lady?" I said in a very groggy, but very horny voice.
"Emmett…were you having another fuck dream? Damn, boy, do you ever get enough?" She snorted.
"Never enough of you, baby, but anyway, it wasn't fucking this time, your lips were wrapped around my cock and damn, woman! You know how good you are at that!" I realized that my hand was still wrapped around my dick and I was methodically stroking it. Yeah, I jack off so fucking much that I don't even realize I am doing it…pathetic.
"Well, I have a surprise for you, can you wait for me or do you plan to finish yourself off?" She giggled, knowing me all too well.
"Fuck, baby…you know how hard that is for me. I hate blue balls," I whined.
"I promise to make it worth your while. Besides, how long has it been since you have had blue balls you idiot?" She chuckled.
"That's beside the point. Just hurry the hell up, I can't promise anything if you take too long."
"Emmett McCarty! If you take care of things yourself before I get there you will regret it…and you know I will know if you have," she said firmly.
I huffed. "Fine! I'll take a fucking cold shower," I grumbled.
She giggled and ended the call.
Seventeen minutes and forty seconds later she walked in the front door—not knocking because she had learned I don't answer knocks. If you didn't know to come in, you didn't need to be at my house, so fuck off!
I planned on shocking the hell out of her by being dressed in nothing but a sock…on my cock. Hmm, that rhymes! But when I turned around she shocked the hell out of me! She was wearing her Wilma costume for the party we were having later that night and man did she look like sex on heels. I mean, she always looks hot enough to fuck, but damn! She was wearing a tiny little scrap of a dress, showing way too much skin—and I am not complaining—and the red wig she had on looked so real! Don't get me wrong, I love Rose and she is the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but red hair? That just gets me so fucking hard!
Rose looked down at the sock that was now sticking straight out in front of me and she grinned and shook her head. "So, I take it you like the costume?"
I tried to play it cool. Yeah, right. "Well, that depends, Wilma, do I get to fuck you in it? I have always had a thing for Wilma. I sure do love a redhead." I had closed the gap between us and was now raking my hands all over her body. I bent forward and started sucking on her neck. "Man, that wig looks real, babe. It must have cost you a fortune," I mumbled against her neck.
My hands were trailing up under the small piece of material that was doubling as a shirt when she whispered in my ear, "It cost exactly $12.85. It's real, baby…very real."
I bit her neck and dug my fingers into her skin then growled, "Are you fucking serious? You dyed your hair?" I kissed up her neck, stopping at her ear and sucking on her earlobe.
Rose had removed the only piece of clothing I was wearing and had wrapped her fingers around my cock and started stroking me while kissing my neck and digging her nails into my back with her other hand. Damn, I love when she claws me like that!
I had reached her glorious tits and started massaging them and pinching her hardened nipples. The harder I pinched, the harder she stroked my dick, and God was she amazing with her hands. Hell, she was amazing with every part of her body.
"Let's go to the couch, baby," she pulled her face back to look me in the eye and wiggled her eyebrows. Hell yes! I know what that means!
I followed her to the couch watching her remove her shirt and panties—leaving on the skirt and heels. Fucking perfect!
She put her hands on the back of the couch and bent forward, looking over her shoulder, "Give me that magnificent cock, Big Papa!"
"My pleasure!" I lifted the back of her barely there skirt and grasped her perfect ass. "Mmm, man you know how much I love your ass, baby!" I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her back against me. With her six inch heels, her ass was perfectly in line with my dick. She arched her back and I slid into her wet and waiting pussy. "Fuuuck yes!"
I slipprf my right hand around and began teasing her clit, then raised my left hand to twist her nipple. She moaned, grinding her ass into me, and reached between her legs to cup my balls. "Shit, you know just what I like, Rosie!"
"Come on, Em, quit playing nice! Fuck me hard!" She slammed her ass hard against me and squeezed the shit out of my nuts.
I started pounding her hard, just like she liked it. With every thrust she screamed my name. I pulled my hand away from her tit and slapped her ass causing her to scream, "Yes baby! Fuck! Again!" Fuck, I loved how she likes it rough!
I slapped her ass again, then reached up with my right hand and grabbed a handful of her fuckhot red hair and jerked her head back. We both groaned. She squeezed her pussy around my cock and I knew she was close. I slapped her ass one more time and slammed into her again and this time she responded with, "Fucking son of a bitch whore fucking shit!"
"Fuuuuuuuck! Rosie, shit!" Hearing her cum always pushed me over the edge. She was so fucking sexy when she came.
I laid my head on her back as we both caught our breath. I rubbed her thighs and hips and ass then started kissing a trail up her back to her shoulder. We both stood up and she turned around to wrap her arms around my waist and kiss me tenderly. I thoroughly kissed her back until she pulled away.
"So I take it you like the outfit?" She raised one eyebrow quizzically.
"Oh I love the outfit, Rosie, but I have just one question."
"What's that," she said with a grin.
I pulled her close to whisper in her ear, "Does the carpet match the curtains?"
That's Emmett for ya! Yeah, it was quick, but it got the point across! Y'all wanted to know what he thought of the red hair, well, welcome to the mind of Emmett. Shall we call him Pervmett? LOL! Show me some love bbs! Also, if you can think of an outtake you would like to see, let me hear it. I won't make any promises, but I will always take suggestions!