Sally Mae: The Revenge of the Twin Dragons: Part 2

Sally Mae’s got a price on her head and she’s laying low in Isiah’s place. One million cold ones if Gabriel gets his way. Isiah asks why she doesn’t split town, but Sally’s got scores to settle in L.A. and she’s not walking away. He figures that’s why his brother fell for her—she’s got the same fire Trevor had. He jokes he’s not built like Trevor, though. Trevor fought. Isiah fucks. Comes in handy when you’re deep undercover. Sally smiles, wondering if that means private lessons in the language of love. He says it couldn’t hurt, especially for a girl looking for payback. Turns out revenge is something they both speak. She slides her hand over his, letting the ice queen thaw for a second. Isiah figures there’s a quicker way to show compassion, and he did promise her those lessons. They lock lips, then roll onto his bed, clothes hitting the floor, bodies tangling. Her natural tits press to his chest while she swings around, mouth on his cock, taking him deep until her lips meet her fist. He buries his face between her thighs, tongue working her while she swallows every inch, throats flexing, spit dripping. They grind in a sweaty sixty-nine, groans muffled, hips rocking, until lust takes over and they flip, her on her back, legs wide, Isiah driving into her with long, hard strokes that shake the headboard.