Like a boss.

“What the fuck was that for Red?” as Nick jumped forward menacingly to stand to the side of MJ, letting the bike fall to the ground with a dull thud. Quick as a cat, Nick caught the redhead by her sweat-matted hair, dragging her back to him as she tried to run while unleashing a full **** smack to her pert ass.

“Your nephew stayed with us last night, do you know why?” MJ cried out, feeling her orgasm building again. ‘God I think I love the pain.’ she thought.

“Sure Red, after I left the party, I caught little fuck with his pants down about to plow a drunk and probably high little thing from the office, errr, Bratty Brant, err Barbie Brant. Got it, Betty Brant. Kicked his ass out. Still doesn’t explain the slap though Red.” Nick growled at her, as he sent another loud smack on her ass.

“So Craig fucked Betty last night?”

“No, I said ‘about to’. I stopped that shit right quick. Little turd probably **** the girl, didn’t want a lawsuit coming from a colleague and she wasn’t exactly saying yes, even I have standards. Again, it doesn’t explain why my face is marked Red.” Nick dragged her head up to his face by her still soft hair, her ballet practice the only thing keeping her standing as she balanced on her toes. Nick pointed at the handprint, his belly pressing into hers, glaring at her, unblinking as he sent the third strike, sending another wave to her pussy making it only wetter.

“But he said you had a whore there.” It came out as almost a plea.

“Well, if you consider little miss Brant a whore, and she did act like it when she sobered this morning, then I did. Her mouth was delectable, I fucked it before smashing her cunt and ass, I did love how she mewled and pleaded beneath me. Again, why do I have a handprint on my face Red.” This time, Nick threw her to her knees and bent over, so his fat nose was pressed against MJ’s cute button nose. One hand still tightly gripping her hair. The fourth strike was to her right cheek, matching the handprint on his face.

“Are you jealous? Is that how Craig got your sympathy? Was he your jealous ****? Did you want the throat fucking that badly? Huh, Red?” Nick almost reeled away in shock at the minute nod MJ gave, felt by her nose’s slight movement rather than seen.

Feeling that nod, Nick grabbed Mary Jane’s throat with both hands and plunged his tongue into her whimpering mouth as he kissed her with a ferocity she had never felt before. His face always staying above hers keeping his dominant position.

“Is this where you want my thick prick, plunging into your tight little mouth, stretching it to a breaking point, plundering past your tonsils? How are you going to apologize? Well slut?” Nick spat at her as he pulled away

Without a word, MJ stood and threw her arms around Nicks head and kissed up at him hard before trying to pull him down by the neck on top of her while licking his fat laden neck up to his ear.

Her voice was sultry was she said, “I can give you myself as apology, Sir. Is that what you want Sir, you want a little red-haired slut to apologize for being jealous?” Her hands travelled down his body, feeling every inch of his flat sunken chest and huge belly. Remaining on his stomach, lovingly caressing it.

“Only for being jealous? If you are going to call me Sir, that is not a proper apology but a given.” Nick responded with a light smirk, his anger seeming to have never existed. Then he added, "You also need punishment and we both need rewards."

“What do you want Sir?”

“For my reward for winning our bet, I want something you haven’t given Peter.”

“That might be hard. He took my ass this morning.”

“Took him long enough, but it is not as hard as you think to get something he wants but you haven’t allowed him. I have plans and it’s something he is dying to get you to do, I want it instead. I also need to punish you for the slap. It will be an easy punishment as you just agreed to be my sex ****. However, I want to give you a reward for becoming my **** also. I think I will fuck your throat like you deserve as your reward and maybe more. That depends on how well you please me.”

“I was scared you might say not to fuck anyone else, Sir.”