A NIGHT WITH MY EX-LOVER'S BROTHER

This was fucking wrong, I shouldn't be here; moaning and begging for more. I should be at home sulking over the betrayal of my ex lover, I should be weeping my eyes out or doing whatever heartbroken girls do but here I am; bare, sweaty and beneath Franklin fucking Zane, been fucked to pieces. This was wrong. It was madness in a whole new level yet It felt so good. I was too sore to produce words and too intoxicated to comprehend a thing. "Moan for me, my dirty slut." My treacherous body reacted to his command almost immediately. Right there and then I knew I didn't belong to myself. I was his, his to have, to play with, his to fuck. ----- He was the addiction I didn’t know I could have. The devil I never knew i needed. ~~~~~~~~ She wasn't mine and i damn well knew this. But seeing her; bare, hungry for s*x, beneath me and begging to fucked like good little dirty slut, I didn't give two damns. I don't care if it takes a year, a decade or century; I will find her, put a leash around her neck and drag her back to where she fucking belongs. Beside me. She was mine. Mine to keep!!.