A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Change of Heart

Mac drove to Andrea's house, his gunshot wound still burning. But he knew she'd take care of it if it meant getting a fuck out of Mac. There really was no way out of this. He grumbled and sighed, guilt clawing at his heart and stomach. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He was cheating on Beth. Was she his girlfriend? He thought so. Did he love her? Clearly not. If Beth ever found out that he slept with another woman, she'd be so hurt... She didn't deserve that. No one deserved being hurt like that. She'd never cheated on him. He was an asshole.

He parked in Andrea's lawn, waiting for her to turn up so he could get it over with. He was anxious and just wanted to get this night over with. It was such a bad night. The worst he'd had in awhile. First Beth stated her love for him and he refused to acknowledge it, then he killed someone, and now he was cheating on the girl who declared her love for him. He was a shitty person. She deserved so much better than him. Why hadn't she tried to escape yet? He was considering leaving his keys on the table when he got home so she could escape, when Andrea's bright pink car pulled up. Her ignition shut off and she stepped out, smirking at him. 

"Let's hurry up an' get this over with. My shoulder is fuckin' killin' me." Mac muttered, going over to his truck bed and starting to undo his belt. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't stop thinking of Beth at home either, waiting for him to come back, worrying about him and if he was ok, waiting to clean up his mess of a shoulder. And here he was; about to fuck another girl. 

Andrea crawled into the bed of the truck, peeling her shirt away and exposing her black lacy bra and flat stomach. Her tits looked so fake. Beth had a much better body. She leaned forward until her breath hit his crotch. Beth could blow him better than this slut. Andrea grabbed his limp shaft, making Mac jump. Beth's hands were so soft compared to this bitch's. She pressed her lips to his tip. Beth's lips were softer and smoother. Beth was so much better than this bitch. She was real, whereas Andrea was so fake. Why the hell was he doing this? So what if she called the cops? He'd escaped from their clutches before! He could do it again!

Mac shoved Andrea away by her forehead, zipping his pants back up. "Fuck this." He muttered. 

"What the hell?" Andrea demanded, rubbing her forehead in discomfort. 

"I already fuckin' told ya! I got a girl at home! An' she's a hell of a lot better than you." He growled. 

Andrea scoffed. "When did you get so sentimental?" She asked, glaring up at him. 

"Shut the fuck up an' get outta my truck." Mac growled. 

"What does this bitch have that I don't?" Andrea demanded. Mac glared down at her, watching her get out of his truck bed. He knew what Beth had that she didn't. The answer was so obvious. He was scared of it, but he had to toughen it out. For her. "Well?" 

Mac clenched his jaw and continued to glare. Then he murmured, "My love."