I knew it was wrong the second I slid into his car after work, but my pussy was already wet and my boyfriend was three states away on a business trip. Mark didn't say a word at first. He just drove, one hand on the wheel, the other already pushing up my skirt. His fingers found my soaked panties and he laughed low. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you, you cheating little slut?"
I spread my legs wider on the passenger seat and nodded. "Yes. Fuck, yes." He yanked the fabric aside and shoved two thick fingers straight into me. No teasing, no warm-up. Just hard, curling strokes that made my hips jerk. I came before we even reached his apartment, biting my lip so hard it bled while my cunt clenched around his hand.
Inside his place he didn't bother with the lights. He bent me over the kitchen counter, ripped my panties down to my ankles, and slammed his cock into me in one brutal thrust. I was dripping, so he bottomed out easy, balls slapping my ass with every vicious drive. "Tell me how much better I feel than him," he growled, yanking my hair back.
"God, so much better," I gasped. "Your dick is thicker. Stretches me open. He never fucks me like this." Mark pounded harder, the counter edge digging into my hips. Every slap of skin echoed in the dark kitchen. I reached down and rubbed my clit fast, coming again with a broken moan while my walls fluttered around him.
He pulled out, spun me around, and shoved me to my knees. I sucked him greedily, tasting my own cum on his shaft, gagging when he fucked my throat. Spit ran down my chin and onto my blouse. He didn't care. He just used my mouth until he was ready to flip me onto the floor and mount me again, this time from behind with my face pressed into the cold tile.
I lost count of how many times I came. He kept going, relentless, calling me his dirty cheating whore while he drilled me. When he finally flooded my pussy I pushed back onto him, milking every drop because I wanted it all. I left with his load leaking down my thighs and my boyfriend's name never once crossing my mind.
The next night I went back. And the night after that. Each time dirtier, each time I confessed more filthy details about how I was betraying the man waiting at home. Mark would laugh, spank my ass red, and fuck me until I couldn't walk straight. I stopped feeling guilty. All I felt was that deep, raw satisfaction of being used exactly the way I needed.
