Marked by the Bastard

Chapter One

    Marcus stared at the ass that was currently bouncing up and down on his c**k. She rode his d**k like there was no tomorrow while doing the thing where she used her p***y walls to strangle his c**k which makes him euphoric.

    She was the daughter of a politician, whom he meet from a dinner banquet earlier. They agreed to continue the party in a club located in the hotel where they currently occupy a room. She was one of the willing females who offers their p***y for a f**k and he can’t even remember her name.

He knows that he is a bastard to do so, but no one was about to pass up a free and willing p***y, and that was for sure.

    “God, Marcus you can surely stretch a pussy.”

    Marcus didn’t respond, he just looked down at where her cunt sucked at his d**k. Being the sole heir of a multibillion dollar tech company, he had p*****s lined up whenever and wherever he goes.

    As a successful man who manage his business, he spends most of his time in the four corners of his office reading and signing contracts, documents or files, attending meetings, going on a business trips and spend a few hours where a he could f**k the s**t out of a female and ease his animal-like energy. For him, s*x is an outlet where he could vent out his frustration, disappointments and anger when something is amiss and out of his control. He loves the way how he could think critically and clearly after he was able to release libido.

    Marcus flipped the woman over so she was on her belly and her orb-like ass was in the air. He gripped the root of his d**k, held the Magnum firmly in place, and lined his cockhead at the opening of her sloppy p***y. He plunged inside of her, over and over again, until his balls drew up before he pulled out of her. He rolled the condom off his c**k and came hard on her back. He didn’t know if she got off, but it didn’t much matter since he had heard her screaming while he had f****d her just a few hours back.

    When he was finished, he fell onto his back, and let his heart calm before moving.

    The woman’s breath came out in even intervals, and Marcus knew she had passed out. He sat up on the edge of the bed and ran a hand over his messy dark hair.

    He was drunk as hell and even felt a bit nauseous, but what he needs the most was a shower to wash off the p***y juice from his c**k. He smells like s**t. He stinks of p***y and sweats.

     Not bothering to get dressed, he headed into the bathroom. Once he was inside, he turned the shower on rub the soap to his body and scrub

    When he was as clean as he was going to get, he stepped out, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off. He wasn’t about to go lie down with the woman, or any woman at all, no matter how exhausted he was. He doesn’t want any complications, which a mere woman would cause. He wasn’t much into settling down or any commitments. Not now, and not f*****g ever. He should have avoid any interactions to any female. At least that would have been the smart thing to do, but what could Marcus say? He was a horny bastard and liked to get his d**k wet.

    After he was dried off he stepped back in the room and stared at her. Her t**s were thrust out and her legs spread wide. Grabbing his clean clothes, he put them on. Then he left the room without bothering to wake the woman up—leaving her to claim the bed and the room for the night.