Dean threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her while tearing her clothes off her. Her name was Zilla and he had picked her up at a bar that evening. Everything about her screamed metal and hardcore, she was a classic girl for Seth, and that was exactly why he had gotten his hands on her before Seth could. Seth had been eyeing her the entire evening, even gone so far to say out loud that he would bet no one but him could land her. A bet Dean had taken - and won. Now he was collecting his prize.

She wasn't really his type but even he could see she was hot so he wasn't about to back down. He had won her fair and square. Her hands worked just as eagerly as his and pretty soon they were both naked.

She pushed him down on his back and quickly crawled on top of him. Damn, she was eager to get him inside her but he didn't complain. Who needed foreplay anyway? She slid down on him and immetiately started riding him like crazy. No, definately no complaints at all.

She scratched her nails down his chest hard. He didn't mind pain but he didn't like her being in control like that. He grabbed her hips and swung her around. Her nails found his back instead, clawing and drawing blood. That would definately be painful tomorrow but he didn't care right now. He just thrust into her as hard as he could, determined to bring her pain as well.

"Hurt me!" She hissed.
"I'm trying," he said short of breath as he slammed into her as hard as possible.
"Fucking hurt me!" She raised her voice and tilted her head back a bit.

Oh, she meant something else. That was clear. He wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed and she immetiately started moaning louder. A twisted smile appeared on her face and he squeezed even harder. She had to be seing darkness soon if he continued squeezing like that but she seemed to like it and want more so he kept at it while slamming into her full force.

Her voice could barely come out. His hand on her throat silenced most of it but it was still clear to hear that she was cumming. Besides, he could feel her squeeze the life out of him. She was cumming hard and he just kept squeezing her throat and thrusting into her. Fuck, she was hot when she allowed him control of her body like that. Her final strangled cry sent him over the edge as well and he thrust into her one last time as he came.

He let go off her throat and chuckled as he saw bruises already starting to form. He had no idea why she hadn't passed out by his hand. A few seconds more and she would have. He was sure of that. He gently traced the beginning bruises with his finger.

"Don't feel bad. I like it that way," she said.
"I don't. I feel strangly proud of my work," he admitted.
"You're entitled to," she said and smirked. "Not to sound like a bitch but please get off me now."

He rolled down from her and watched her as she got out of bed and pulled on her panties again.
"You're leaving, right?" She asked.
It wasn't a question. It was a demand disguised as a question. He liked it. He liked her. A woman right after his playbook.
"Yeah," he said and smiled before getting out of bed to get dressed.