Mark was sitting in the living room of his house, reading a book in content silence, when he heard someone quietly pad into the kitchen. Glancing up, he turned around to see who it was, and saw it was his nephew's girlfriend. He frowned when she sat down at the island, wondering what she was doing.

"Ronnie?" he called our when he saw she was crying.

She quickly glanced over, and wiped her eyes when she saw him. "Hi, Mark. Sorry if I bothered you, I didn't know you were still up. I can leave, if you'd like."

"You didn't bother me," he replied, standing up walking over to her. "Are you okay?" She nodded, but despite looking down he could see her chin quiver. Gently forcing her to look up, he could see big tears welling up in her eyes, and added, "Are you sure?"

She shrugged. "Luke is cheating on me," she simply stated, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

Mark placed a hand on her shoulder, knowing all too well the pain of betrayal. "Want a beer?" he asked, and headed over to the refrigerator when she nodded. Grabbing two beers, he walked back over to her and placed an arm around her shoulders, leading her over to the couch he was just sitting on. Once they were seated, he took a long swig from his bottle, and inquired, "So how did you find out about this? How certain are you of it?"

She sat there in silence, staring at the floor, before finally taking a drink of her own beer and replying, "I went through his phone, and found not only texts, but also nudes exchanged between him and a couple of other girls. I should have never looked...so I guess, really, it's my own fault I'm feeling like this right now."

"Don't you dare make excuses for his poor choices," Mark commented sternly, his words making her finally look over at him. "HE did this. HE chose to send inappropriate things to someone other than you. If he didn't want to be with you, Luke should have been honest and upfront with you." Nodding, she looked back down at the floor, and let out a shaky sigh before taking another long drink from her bottle. Sitting once more in silence, Mark simply watched her. "Damnit, if she ain't a sexy as hell little thing," he thought to himself, unable to stop his eyes from gazing over her. Her masses of dark brown hair fell in soft waves to her waist, the sight of it making Mark's palms beg to touch and grab the luscious locks. Her skin was pale and clear of blemishes, contrasting beautifully against the tattoos decorating her arms. Mark had immediately noticed her big bright eyes, the unique shade of hazel intriguing him. Her plump lips, complimented by a sweet smile and dimples, were what caught his attention the most, and he could not help the thoughts he got when he looked at them. He felt like a dirty old man for having fantasies over a girl who was only twenty, especially considering she was clearly so vulnerable at that moment, but all he could picture sitting there next to her was how her skin would feel under his hands. Hesitantly, Mark reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, and commented, "I'm sorry my nephew is a stupid little punk who doesn't know when he has a good thing." Ronnie looked back over at him, a look of surprise on her face. Feeling a bit bolder, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as he added, "You deserve a real man. Someone who will know how to properly take care of you, and appreciate what a gorgeous woman you are."

Ronnie found herself completely speechless at Mark's words. Was he referring to himself, and potentially hinting at something? She sure hoped so, because at that moment he was an extra tall glass of water she wanted to drink in. With long black hair, a goatee which complimented his soft mouth, piercing bright green eyes, and a tall muscular frame complimented by tattoos, she found him dangerously sexy. Wanting a distraction from the pain she was currently feeling, she without thinking lunged at him, and was in the blink of an eye straddling his lap and kissing his neck.

Mark was taken back by Ronnie's sudden actions, and his eyes drifted shut when she started kissing his neck. Before becoming completely engulfed in the moment, Mark knew what was happening was wrong in so many different ways, and forced himself to stop it. "Ronnie..." he murmured, gently pulling her away.

"What's wrong?" she asked breathlessly, confusion in her eyes. "I...I thought..." she started, when a look of disappointment replaced that confusion. "I thought you wanted me."

"Ronnie, I don't think any straight man wouldn't want you. You're incredibly sexy," he commented, and she blushed slightly at this. "You are my nephew's girlfriend, however, and I am nearly double your age. This would be extremely inappropriate."

"I am not Luke's girlfriend anymore. I'm done with him. And I don't care about your age," she replied, and boldly reaching between them to grab him through his sweatpants, she added, "I think what you said earlier was true...I need a man, not a boy. And from what I can feel, you're definitely a man."

Mark fought hard to keep his self control strong, but was quickly becoming distracted by how good her soft touch felt. "Ronnie..." he once more started to protest, and couldn't stop the groan which rumbled in the back of his throat when she started grinding against him.

"I want you so bad, Mark," she whispered in his ear, her breath on his skin making goosebumps form all over his body. "Please..."

"Please what?" he whispered back, his mind quickly becoming a haze of lust.

"Please fuck me," she softly moaned, and it was this which was his undoing. It had been way too long since he had last been with a woman, and he was more than willing to give into her request.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, Mark forced her to sit back, his eyes burning into hers. "You want me to fuck you?" he murmured, his deep voice sending a tingling through her nether region, and she nodded. Pulling her back to him, Mark captured her lips with his in a heated kiss, and she moaned when his tongue gently caresses hers. Feeling the bulge forming between them, she continued to move her hips against him as she slipped her hands under his shirt, dwelling in the feel of his hard muscles and how warm his skin felt under her fingertips. Untangling his hands from her hair, he pulled back, and simply looked at her for a moment before swiftly pulling her shirt up and over her head, his eyes immediately going to her bared chest. His hands softly massaged her perfect breasts, admiring them for a moment, before capturing one of her rosy nipples in his mouth, drawing lazy circles around the hardened bud as his hands grabbed her ass.

She gasped when he did this, her nails scraping down his chest as she dwelled in how good his hot mouth felt against her skin. Being so caught up in this, she failed to notice one of his hands sliding around to the front of her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when she suddenly felt his hand inside her shorts and cupping her sex. "Fuck," she whispered, one hand grasping the back of his neck as the other braced against the back of the couch, her mind unable to form coherent thoughts as he teased her clit.

"Already wet for me, girl?" he murmured, and she nodded.

"You're so sexy, Mark," she breathed, and bit back a moan when he suddenly slid a finger inside of her. "Fuck, I can't take it. I need you so bad," she whimpered, her hips rocking against his motions.

"Tell me what you need, baby," he purred in her ear, biting her earlobe before planting wet kisses on her neck.

"Make me feel good," she whispered, and in the blink of an eye she was on her back, pressed against the couch cushions with him hovering over her. Not saying a word, he simply gazed down at her a moment, before disposing of her bottoms, leaving her completely exposed under his hungry gaze. He gently pulled her legs apart, admiring the sweet peach he longed to taste, and unable to resist leaned down, covering her mound with his mouth as his tongue began to stroke her clit. "Oh shit," she hissed, her hands immediately grasping at his hair as he used his skillful tongue on her. When he once more slid a finger inside her, she was unable to stop the small cry which escaped her parted lips, and her grip on his hair tightened as the pleasure he made her feel continued to spiral up and up. Looking down, she bit her lip as she watched him, growing dangerously close to coming, and when he glanced up at her, their eyes locking, the look of pure lust in his gaze was her undoing, and tossing her head back, she arched her body sharply as it washed over her in wave after glorious wave.

Once she grew limp, Mark pulled back, wiping his mouth before crawling up to where he was over her and watched her as she came back down from her high. "Am I that good, or are you just a minute woman?" he asked teasingly.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and giggled. "You're just that good," she replied, and pulled him down for a kiss. Trailing her kisses down along his jaw, she added in a quieter voice, "I want to taste you, now."

Before he could respond, she was pulling at his shirt, trying to remove it, and once it was off with his help she pushed on his shoulders, trying to get him to move. "Are you wanting something, little girl?" he chuckled.

"I want you to roll over, you big oaf," she commented, and he once more laughed as he gave her what she wanted. Quickly straddling him, she once more kissed his lips before moving further down to where she was between his legs. Grasping the waistband of his sweatpants, she pulled them down enough to free his erection, and bit her lip when she finally saw his impressive cock. Taking him in her hand, she admired the size and softness of him as she gave him slow, long strokes. She glanced up at him, and smirked before leaning down to take him in her mouth, taking as much of him in as she could before settling into a bobbing rhythm.

"Oh god, Ronnie," he groaned, one hand entangling in her hair as his other arm folded up underneath his head, his gaze focused on her as his hips moved with her motions.

She took him out of her mouth long enough to comment in a breathless voice, "You taste so good." Before he could reply, she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, and swirled it around the tip before once more engulfing him in her mouth. Groaning once more, Mark continued to watch her intently, admiring the way her sexy mouth wrapped around him. When he felt that familiar tingling, he forced himself to stop her, and she looked at him with a confused expression. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

He shook his head. "You're too damn good at that, girl," he commented, once more making her blush. "As good as it felt, I want that sweet little pussy of yours. Now."

Biting her lip, she gave a mischievous smirk and moved to let him stand up. She squeaked in surprise when he suddenly flipped her over, draping her over the arm of the couch, and felt the slight sag of the cushion as he knelt behind her on the couch. Mark ran his hand along her perfectly round ass, admiring how it looked, and swiftly gave a hard smack on one of the pale cheeks, pleasantly surprised when she moaned at this. "Does my naughty little girl like being spanked?" he asked, giving another hard smack, and with another moan she nodded. "Mmm, I like that," he murmured, and gave one more smack before grabbing his cock and running it along her nether lips. "Is this what you want?" he asked, teasing her clit.

"Yes, Mark, yes. Oh god, please fuck me good," she panted, looking back at him with a pleading expression, and buried her face in the couch when he finally slid his cock in her, trying to muffle the cries of pleasure she was unable to suppress.

"Goddamn, baby," he moaned, his nails digging into her hips as he stayed still, taking in the feel of being completely buried inside her tight pussy. She felt better than he had expected, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to last very long at this rate. Running one hand along her back, on occasion scraping the soft skin with his nails, he started to move slowly in and out of her, wanting to make it last as long as possible.

"Harder, Mark, harder," she begged, arching back against him.

"I won't last very long if I do that, darlin'," he warned, feeling slightly embarrassed for having to admit it.

"We have all night...you can fuck me as many times as you want...just please...please..." she once more begged, and Mark decided to give her what she wanted so badly. Grasping a handful of her hair and pulling on it, forcing her head back, he started pounding into her as hard as he could, a thin film of sweat forming on his forehead from the power he was putting into it.

"Is that what you wanted?" he panted, once more slapping her ass.

"Oh my god, yes," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he whispered, tightening his grip on her hair.

Opening her eyes, Ronnie found her reflection looking back at her as she gazed in the mirror which was hanging right in front of them, and couldn't help but to watch Mark as he fucked her. She studied how his muscles rippled with power, the way his hips flexed into hers, and the look of concentration on his face as his gaze remained fixed on her ass. Unable to take her eyes off of this site, she felt another orgasm quickly building up. "Mark...oh...Mark!" she cried out, and covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her moans.

"Fuck!" Mark hissed, burying himself to hilt inside her and stilling his motions as his own orgasm hit him strong, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands squeezing her hips painfully tight as he basked in the pleasure as long as he could. When he finally opened his eyes, he gazed down at her, watching as she laid draped across the couch, her own eyes closed and her breathing heavy. "You should probably go get some rest," he murmured, kissing her shoulder before pulling away and adjusting his sweatpants. Looking back at him, she turned to face him, and watched as he put his shirt back on. Picking her clothes up and handing them to her, he kissed the top of her head before adding as she dressed, "You can have the other spare bedroom, if that's what you would prefer."

Slipping her shirt on over her head, she hesitated, before replying, "I was...kind of hoping I could stay in your bed...if that's out of line, though, I understand. I'm just grateful of you still letting me stay here tonight, despite what is happening between me and Luke."

Mark was taken back by her request, his mind sending him mixed thoughts. Despite what he knew what the wise decision, he held his hand out to help her up, and stated, "You can stay in any bed you please."

Giving a shy smile, she leaned up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek, commenting, "Your bed sounds the nicest."

Grinning, he shook his head and placed his hand on the small of her back. "Come on, girl. It's late," he replied, and the two of them made their way into his large master bedroom, where his plush bed waited for them.

Once they were both settled under the covers, the two of them laid there in silence, taking in what had just conspired. Ronnie looked over at him, and was taken back by the flutter that came to her stomach as she watched him. Just what was she feeling?

Mark was deep in his own thoughts, when the feeling of a small figure curling up into his side brought him back to reality. He looked down, and was surprised to find Ronnie snuggled into his side, her arm wound tightly around his waist. "Little girl, what are you doing?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

She looked up at him. "Don't act like you aren't enjoying this. Everyone loves to cuddle," she replied simply, and nuzzled her cheek into him before letting out a content sigh and growing still.

Smirking, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him, and buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo, before falling into a deep sleep.