This is a terrible plan. Addison is caged against the kitchen counter. Her eyes are still red-rimmed and puffy from crying, cheeks blotchy, curls falling loosely around her face, and all I want to do is kiss her. Actually, that’s not all I want to do. I want her on her knees, my rock-hard dick between her pretty pink lips, thrusting against the back of her throat and making that mascara run down her face for better reasons than her sister is a raging bitch. Why does she put up with that bullshit?
