Hey! This is almost 99% lemon so if you aren't into that kinda thing, too bad. I'm a really big fan of the whole Emily-Sam-Leah triangle and wished it would've had more airtime in the twilight series.

Disclaimer:Stephenie Meyer owns twilight and all associated characters.

Emily felt hurt, betrayed, played even. But not surprised. Emily wasn't completely oblivious. Shed notice the lingering looks in their eyes whenever the two were around each other. How he would tell whenever someone dared talk about her and the way she stared at Emily with a proud gleam in her eyes.

So when Sam told Emily that he had been having sex with Leah for almost as long as they'd been together, she didn't get mad. She got even.

It was a nice day outside and Sam had left to go on some trip with the elders. All of the boys had decided to hang out at the beach except one. Emily choose Paul because she knew that he was the only one not completely loyal to Sam. Being the man whore he was, Paul didn't need much convincing.

Emily had put on her sexiest outfit: a grey halter top that went from her shoulders to the top of her navel, a pick thong, and hwe skinny jeans that went just to the top her crack. Acconlyning it was a nice pair of black heels.

When Paul came in he was wearing only his cut offs. Emily was in the kitchen when he came through the door. They both knew what was going to happen. He wasted no time in undressing her. When he was done he stared at her in a vicious way that she liked. After snapping out of it he picked her up and practically threw her on the counter. Wasting no time, he got.on his knees.

She let out a load moan at what he was doing down there. Emily needed this, she wanted it. His tongue was all over her pussy, in. Out.in out. Juices started dripping everywhere. Emily hadmy ever gotten so wet so fast. She bit her lip as she leaned back in her elbows. Just when she was starting to get into the groove she felt 3 fingers wetter her without warning.

Gasping, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Paul looked up from his position

"Say it. Who's doing this to you" he commanded, forcing her legs apart to keso her from squeezing them.

"Paul. You're doing it. Your doing it so good" Emily squeaked out. It felt so good that Emily felt little tears coming her eyes,mixed in with the thick layer of sweat that covered her.

Just as she was about to cum Paul stopped. With superhuman speed,Paul picked her up by her hips and rushed them to the coach with her on his lap.She didn't know where his pants went and she didn't care.

Not missing a beat Emily pounced on his dick and started bouncing like there was no tomorrow. Paul sat back as she fucked herself in his cock. Emily couldn't be quiet anymore and let out a scream. His 8 inch dick stretched her to the limit and every time she grinded she could feel his pubes rubbing against her clit.

Paul watched her as she withered in pure pleasure, head thrown back, eyes scrunched together, nails gripping his shoulder. He made her feel like this, not the Alpha of the pack Sam.

With a extra boost Paul gripped her ass and started trusting up to meet her bounces, pushing him in even farther. The two made a chorus of scream, moans, and claps.

Finally cumming, Paul bit down on Emily's breast hard,drawing blood. Emily's pussy seized at the pain as she came at once. The two layed there in a puddle of their mess until Paul picked up his shorts and left.

Emily got dressed and waited for Sam to come home so she could tell him. She probably wouldn't have to because the smell of her and Paul filled the house. Yes, revenge was good.