Meredith Grey's VIPenis

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Answer

She didn't know if it was a compliment or a big slap on the face, but she did know one thing. He was sincere. There was no smirk, or evil beneathe his eyes. He wasn't plotting anything againt her. To him she was different.

To compare her to other women in America, they didn't seel their bodies for pure sinful sex. They didn't let strangers fuck them til they felt like trash. Thos women would never let a man use them. Different was not enough.

"I'm different." she scoffed. She took one look at him before crouching down on the floor trying to find her heels she had worn when coming to his home she liked to call shit.

"What are you doing?" he asked confused. He had expected her to say yes. He didn't know why, be he just thought she would say yes.

"Home. Give me my money." she demanded as she finally retrieved her shoes which were hidden under his low rise bed. Holding on to the edge of his matress she slipped them on. They sure weren't any Prada or Gucci. Just plain bargain store brand with crappy soles and material.

"I'm not giving you anything until you answer me."

"Fine you want an answer. No! There's you fucking answer."

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No?

"No?" he asked. The expression on his face filled with confussion crossed with anger.

"No. Two letter. N fucking O. Get the picture?" she replied poking at his chest letting her finger nail leave a mark on his tanned skin.

"W...why?"

"I don't need to give you a reason why. Just give me my good damn money." she demanded yelling right into his face.

He didn't move. He stood there staring straight at her she she yelled at him and poked him. Hell, he was sure she would bite his head off. And we're not talking about the one between his shoulders. She was fiesty, but he knew how to handle her.

"Are you not listening to me? Get your wallet and pay me my money."

"I'm not done." he said in a monotone voice. He eyes boring into her skin, the flushed lips and the marks he had left on her skin that night. He had a plan and he was going to see it through.

"Excuse me?"

"You're staying the night. I'm not done with you. Take off your clothes or I'll rip them off you."

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Plan

She protested greatly before giving in. Her clothes falling off as if it were controlled by his harsh commands. She cursed, every second, every chance she got when her mouth wasn't being assulted by his. He grabbed her hips with great force before her body jerked from the blow. He pushed her against the wall. Pulling up her right leg she wrapped it around his waist, her heels sinking into his buttox. He groaned at the pain that the 2 inch heels were providing, he pinched her nipples through her bra for payback. She moaned, not from pain but pleasure. She always like it rough.

Hs hands found their way under her dress before hooking his fingers on her red thong. Pulling them down they fell to the ground like Charmin paper. She kissed his neck nipping and tugging, growls of desperation. He had turned her on, she didn't care how angry she was with him. She prefered screwing him senseless.

In a second his boxers were gone and he thrusted into her, both letting out groans from the intensity of the entrance.

"J..John yes! Harder."

"You like this?" he managed to ask as his body slammed into her smaller one. She looked delicate on the outside, but she could take alot. More than you could ever believe.