Page 23 of Intoxicated
Yet this is Cher Lieberman we’re talking about. She only cries to get what she wants. She’s playing me as we speak. She won’t march off until she’s had some form of a last word.
“You’re so pathetic that I bet you wouldn’t keep it up if we did it. I bet tomorrow would have beenreallyembarrassing for you.”
Wow. That’s it, huh? That’s her hard-hitting ouchie? Her slaps pack more punch. Hell, her terrible gaze levels me more than a crack at my dick. “You wanna bet?” Yeah, I like to play with fire. Stick my whole hand in the burning flames if I’ll get a thrill for two seconds.
“Yeah.” Cher is still a shell of fiery rage, but her demeanor has changed. Gone is theI will fuck you up if you so much as think about touching me.It has been replaced withCome at me, bro.“I bet you don’t have the fucking balls to still try to get in my cunt.”
My God. Is this my fantasy coming true?
Has the prowling panther come to my door and dared me to tame her?
Or is that another crazy chick meeting my lips as we both dive in at the same time?
