Chapter 80: Third stage of temptation: Conviction
The problem probably lies in the lack of gratification. That was what Marcus made himself believe. It was the lack of action that he saw Fil differently than he should have. Therefore, since Michael was kind enough to share his hunt, Marcus would gladly satisfy himself for the night.
If he did, things would be better. He would be less confused and he wouldn’t have to wonder about another man’s woman. He wouldn’t get teased or excited by the mere thought of her attention. His dilemma was nothing but a simple problem that could be fixed so easily.
Thus, Marcus didn’t waste a second as he drove himself and the woman whose name he didn’t know to the nearest hotel. Even before they could reach their room, he and the woman already started making out in the elevator. He unleashed all the pent-up hunger, like a starving beast who hadn’t had a meal for a long time.
He didn’t care who would see them in the elevator as if this held great importance to him.
When they reached their floor, pieces of clothes started dropping to the floor the second they entered their room. They didn’t even reach the bedroom when both of them were in their underwear, pushing her aggressively to the couch.
"Kya!" the woman let out a playful shriek, biting her lips as she crawled back with her elbows. She watched Marcus slowly crawl his way on top of her.
In a second, he took her breath away as he claimed her lips, clasping her hip tightly.
A moan escaped her mouth, loving the level of roughness and aggressiveness from him. She welcomed all the advances he did, letting him take off every thin fabric that protected her sex.
"You..." she moaned, waiting for the gratification she had been waiting for. He had been playing with her womanhood with his finger, and now that she was overflowing, all she wanted was that big deep.
Marcus happily listened to her pitiful cries, positioning his erection to her entrance. It only took him one swift thrust to get deep into her. They both hissed in satisfaction, compelling them to move more. They moved in sync, moaning and grunting, sweats covering their skins as their breaths grew jagged.
He pushed and pulled like a mad dog until the woman suddenly made a bold move. She pushed his shoulder, professionally switching position with him. In the blink of an eye, Marcus was sitting while the woman saddled him.