Her Hot Revenge

e was weak in bed. He wasn't. But the combination of alcohol and Megan's cries of ecstasy worked against him, so he gritted his teeth and dug in deeper, trying to get

ng not to disturb the sweet elderly

air and yanked hard. "Come on, s

r shoulder, cigarette smoke and hair spray clinging to her long blond locks, and closed his eyes. He imagined his lover grinning at him. He

imself up, pumping harder before Megan's

harder,

heavy grimace stealing ac

"You better fuck that

nd filled the room. Waves rushed through Megan's floppy breasts, rippling through them like mini-waterbeds, smacking her in the chin and dropp

he old lady upstairs might think he was murdering

at on his hairy chest with fists

sculpted pecs rising and falling

and blew a strand of hair from

"You just told me to stop.

k into the pillow. "Stop messing a

n a hand up her short skirt, caressing the inside of her tanned thigh. He wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing any panties. Her wet spot begged him to dip inside and melt into her comforting warmth. Fuck me, Dean, she whispered softly, sweeping a t

you fuckin

na into a fine gray mist spiraling up into nothingness. Megan squirm

pushing him off of he

slowed

asts heaved beneath him as she chased her breath. "You stop again

ows dippe

and made him jump. "Come on, De

. Rolling waves of pleasure burst from her gaping mouth, washing over him with the smell of alcohol and cigarett

nd against his chest. "I want to

light. He thought better of

ordered, strugg

uessing he had put on a long eno

ds, greedily demanding every inch he had

an worked faster, the finish line stretching across his mind just up ahead. He threw his head back an

th pulsating convulsions. She wrapped a hand around his sweaty n

back, dropping his head into his pillow with a long sigh. He would have

ngled mess. She stared at him through dreamy eyes, her hand massaging his soften

a frown. "And how

big dicks, just like th

in a reverse rainbow and no

do it

ndering how long it would take her to

urly brown hairs sprouting from his chest. "N

from his dry lips. "

iggled, pulling harder on his hai

ere's an idea! He bit his tongue instead and took a long dri

he master bath light switched on. She turned in the doorway and stared at him, a nude silhouette more fitting for a s

t his nose and

se, inhaling another long breath. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, got up and shuffled into the living room like a drunken zombie, praying M

He took a long pull from a bottle of water, the cool liquid rushing over his tongue and down his throat, squashing the fire ins

r the hell she called home. She could even take the bottle with her if she wanted. His spirit sank

e said, handing

the back of her hand. "If you want to do that again anytime during the night just wake me up. Okay?" She returned the bottle and he forced a smil

wondering what she meant by that and how many people she would tell. He stared at the humming ceiling fan above as Megan's arm stretched across his chest. It felt like a sandbag and he wondered what kind of magi