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Suddenly, he found himself imagining his cock wedged between them, thrusting up and down, spurting over her throat.
He didn’t really want her. It was just a ploy, a contrived trick to push away all thoughts of Lana with her silky soft skin...her arousing giggle…and those entrancing blue eyes that saw straight into his soul.
For fuck sake. Forget about her already.
His decision was final.
Jenny offered mildly interesting conversation. Her dress clung to her hour glass figure like it was stuck down with glue and her big tits were begging to be fucked.
“Fancy joining me for a drink upstairs?” Marcus asked huskily, playing the game.
She looked up under spidery lashes. “Sure.” If this girl had a tail, she would be wagging it like crazy.
Everything about the situation was wrong, right down to Jenny’s hungry kiss in the lift and her grappling fingers that tugged off his shirt as they crashed into the suite. Her greedy hands caressed every ripped muscle on his smooth bare chest and her tongue flickered along his warm flesh.
“You’re so hot,” she panted, pulling away to peel the dress from her round shoulders, exposing her surgically enhanced breasts that stayed in place like two big balloons.
“Like what you see?” she purred, shimming her bounty side to side.
I just need to fuck.
He shoved her half naked body against the mirrored bar, smudging the perfect finish, caging her in place with his arms at either side of her writhing body.
His lips savagely kissed hers, an aggressive impulsive interaction with no enjoyable thrill. His rough stubble grazed the delicate skin around her mouth. Jenny moaned and mewled, pleasure seeking, enjoying his punishing lips.
Flicking open his eyes he glimpsed at their entwined reflection in the mirrors, seeing a naked woman laid out for the fucking. A stranger. A random woman.
There was no buzz. Just a body to use for sex. His mind recoiled at the futility of the charade. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons to his jeans, and the warmth of her inviting hands felt good against his thick shaft.
Even in the throes of passion with a beautiful woman, his body was encoded to think of Lana. His cock sprang from his boxer briefs thinking about her, he rolled on a condom while thinking of her, his hard shaft thrust into warm wet flesh thinking about Lana. Only his Lana.
She was unforgettable.
His whole performance was a sham. He was present in body but not in mind. He didn’t revel in the guttural gasps spilling from the woman who he relentlessly pounded.
He continued to thrust into her until she shattered with a fierce orgasm, legs wrapped around his hips, but he didn’t have a happy ending. There was no satisfactory release to their coupling.
“That was awesome.” Jenny grinned, collecting her breath and fixing her dress. “I’m up for more. How about I suck that big dick of yours?” She glanced at his unsatisfied cock.
Marcus ripped off the empty condom and threw it in the bin.
Get the fuck out.
He pulled up his trousers, strode behind the bar with his bare torso on show, and poured a super-sized whiskey.
“I’ve got a business meeting first thing. I’m going to crash now. Order whatever you want at the bar downstairs, and I’ll pick up the tab. Nice to meet you,” he said firmly.
Jenny nodded meekly, the understanding she had just been used for sex flashed across her face. She stumbled awkwardly towards the exit with her heels in one hand and her bag in the other.
“Yeah, it was fun,” she replied looking over her shoulder with a hopeful gaze.
Marcus focused on the mirrors. He knew he was being an ass, but he wanted her fucking gone, to pretend the ordeal hadn’t happened.
Once the door clicked shut, all his pent-up guilt crashed into his gut a thousand times over. Overwhelming betrayal stuck in his throat.
He just had mindless sex with a stranger, it was his choice. On reflection, he should have just stabbed himself in the heart a few times instead because nothing felt as bad as the emptiness and remorse he kindled in his broken heart.
To top it all off, he couldn’t even finish the job for himself. A complete waste of time. What should have been a dirty, fun fuck, taking her over and over, was just like a routine trip to the dentist.
