I was dating Jack, but I couldn't shake the memories of my previous relationship with Mark. One night, when Jack was out of town, Mark and I reconnected, both of us admitting to the feelings that never truly faded.
We met up at a hotel, and the moment we saw each other, we fell into a passionate kiss. Our hands roamed, desperate to feel the other's skin. We stumbled into the room, shedding our clothes in our eagerness.
Mark pinned me against the wall, his cock pressing against my slick pussy. He slid into me, filling me up, and we both moaned in pleasure. We fucked with a raw intensity, our guilt and lust feeding the fire between us.
We switched positions, Mark taking me from behind, his hands gripping my hips. I could feel Jack's presence, his ghost in the room, but I couldn't deny the pleasure Mark was giving me.
Mark came, his hot seed filling me up, and we collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and exhilarated. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths heavy. It was a betrayal, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world