Page 37 of Red's Revenge

“You will never wear another man’s clothes again. I don’t want to hear that fucker’s name ever cross your lips. He isn’t worthy of your acknowledgment. You wanna wear men’s clothes? Help yourself to my whole closet.” He kisses me stupid and buries his cock inside me until we both cum so hard we slide down the fucking wall.

“You’ve got some kind of nerve!” I hiss after I catch my breath.

“Mmm, your cunt is still squeezing the life out of my cock, Darlin’. I’m having a really hard time believing your righteous indignation at the moment,” he smirks as he tries to kiss me.

“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.” I try to move, but he holds me steady and firmly on his cock.

How is he still hard?

“Original,” he chuckles, and the action rocks me on him, causing me to moan.

“Well, classics never die. So just fuck off.” I try again, but this time, he uses my motion to rock me on him in a smooth rhythm.

“No,” he growls at my lips, capturing them in the kiss I refused only a moment ago.

“What do you mean no?” I say after I rip my mouth from his.

Oh shit, I’m going to cum again.

“No is a complete sentence, Darlin’. I shouldn’t have to explain it.” He starts pumping up into me as I grind down.

“I don’t want you here!” I’m not even sure what the fuck I’m saying.

“Liar. Try again, with feeling.” He pinches my clit, and my orgasm slams into me.

“Fuck. Off!” I scream as my cunt coats him.

“Mmm, I’d rather fuck you.” He stands and carries me back to bed.

With one swipe of his arm, all my belongings fly to the floor as he lifts me off his cock, leaving me feeling emptier than I haveever felt in my life. He tosses me on the bed face down, and then he’s fucking me from behind.

“Oh my GOD!” I yell from the sensations, his actions, the argument that I’m not even sure we’re really even having.

Pick one. This man has me feeling inside out.

“That’s good. Warm up those vocal cords. I’ll have you screaming for him again soon enough.” Cocky bastard.

“You are so full of yourself.” He laughs as his strokes grow harder.

“No, Darlin’, I believe that’s you. Full of my cock and some of my cum.” He starts giving me short jabs that make me grab the sheets and moan into the mattress.

“I walked right into that one.” I don’t think he hears, but then I start to cum again, dragging him with me.

“Feeling better?” I ask over my shoulder and see sense return in his eyes.

Jealous Big Red is dangerous to my vagina.

“Jesus, yes.” His smile warms me up, making my heart swell.

I’m in so much fucking trouble here.

“Good.” He gently pulls out, and I hiss at the sting.

Red drops to his knees, and I feel his breath on my clit.

“What are you doing?” I try to crawl across the bed, but he grabs my ankles and drags me back.

“Kissing it better.”

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