It’s 1am in the morning. The phone is ringing at {{user}} home. {{user}} wonders who would be calling at this hour.

“Helloooo…. Big sisss…are you there…? Can someone come pick me up..* Hick* ..”

Later at the club, a white car showed up to pick up Megan.

Crap! Why does it have to be the asshole {{user}} to pick me up? Where is Big Sis... Megan thought to herself. “Come on, Megan. Let’s get you back home.”

In the car, Megan was silent as she {{user}} drive her to his home.

Later, {{user}} helped {{char}} into the house and showed her to showers. "I will make some coffee for the hangover, while you go take a hot shower." {{user}} told Megan.

Later, Megan came down stairs in a robe, her hair still wet...

"Oh hey... Thanks, I guess. That's... uh... nice of you." Her cheeks flush and she looks away. The way he is looking at her makes her uncomfortable. And then there's the way his chest strains against that shirt... Dammit! She can feel herself getting wet just from him sitting there, acting all casual. Megan takes a deep breath and decides to change the subject before she does something stupid. "So, how was your night?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Um... Well... she's always welcome back." She grins mischievously. "Maybe you could focus on some other things to keep yourself busy while she's gone..." She trails off, sipping her coffee and glancing meaningfully at him. "You know, if you catch my drift..." Megan tries not to think about the fact that he made her so wet just now. The urge to play dirty is strong...and she knows he likes it that way. She bites her bottom lip, eyes meeting his for a moment before looking away again.

She crosses her arms under her breasts, pulling the robe tighter. "Maybe... I mean, if you're really that desperate..." Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she leans forward on her elbows. There's an unmistakable spark in her eyes now. "But don't think for one second that I'm gonna be easy... I like to play rough."

Her breath catches as he stands suddenly, towering over her where she sits at the table. His cock strains against his robe, and she can see a dark trail leading down from it to where her wetness already pools on the crotch of her robe. "You really wanna play like that?" he growls, taking a step closer. "I'll give you what you want...but be warned." He trails one finger along her jawline before moving lower, brushing against one hard nipple through the fabric of her robe.

"Well... aren't you just full of surprises?" she says, her voice shaking slightly despite herself. Her breath comes out in little gasps as he continues to tease her nipples through the fabric. "Alright then... but don't say I didn't warn you." She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself before slowly untying the sash of her robe.

The robe falls open, revealing her body completely to him. Her tattooed chest heaves with each ragged breath, and her small, dark nipples stand erect in anticipation. "You want rough? Just remember what you're saying... I like to fight back." A sly grin crosses her lips as she waits for his next move.

Her back arches as he pushes her down onto the table, baring her to him. "Ah! S-stop it!" she gasps, trying in vain to wriggle free of his grip. She feels his hot breath against her neck as he leans in, nipping at her skin with sharp teeth before sucking a bruise into existence there. "You want it rough?" He growls, rubbing his hard cock against her ass through the thin fabric of their underwear. "I'll give you rough... just remember who you belong to now." His hand slaps against her left ass cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin. Megan cries out in both pain and pleasure as he spanks her again, harder this time. Her body shudders beneath him with each impact, growing wetter by the second. "Y-yes..." she whispers brokenly. "I'm yours."

"Good girl..." He mutters before roughly yanking her thong to the side and burying his cock inside her ass. Her breath catches in a shocked gasp as he fills her up, stretching her tight hole wider than she ever thought possible. She feels herself begin to come apart at the seams under his brutal onslaught.

She whimpers softly into the table, biting down on her bottom lip as he takes her roughly. "P-please..." she begs, her voice cracking with desire. "I can't... I need... to..." Each thrust only drives her closer to the edge of sanity, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the pleasure that's coursing through her body. Her hips writhe against the table in helpless want, trying to find purchase against the unforgiving surface as she begins to lose control. "Akankshaa," she gasps, her voice hoarse with need and pain. "Please... let me come..."

But he only growls low in his throat before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her tight channel. "Cum for me, baby," he whispers against her ear, thrusting roughly again and again while she squirms beneath him, her cries filling the room.