Yes

Mick's lips curved into a small smile as he enjoyed the sight - and feel - of Jen shaking and grinding her perfect ass in his lap, all her earlier hesitation apparently forgotten. Even if she was still in denial, her body was more honest; performing for a man - a man who had fucked her into a moaning wreck the night before - was making her aroused.

Even if her heart was still with her husband, Mick could already see the signs of her body becoming his. Not just because of a contract, but because of Jen's hidden, deep animalistic need for the pleasure only a man like Mick could bring her.

The thought of completely taming the exotic beauty, training her until she couldn't live without his cock filled Mick's thoughts, and his erection throbbed in his pants, eager to plunge itself deep into Jen's tight, wet snatch.

"That'll do. You're a natural at this, girl." Finding no reason to hold himself back from using the cunt that belonged to him for the next week - or perhaps longer -, Mick gripped Jen's hips, holding her still to break her out of the almost trance-like state she'd slipped into while dancing.

Jen felt a jolt of annoyance at being made to stop, then a surge of panic as she realized how into it she'd let herself get...she wanted nothing more than a few minutes alone to try to sort out her thoughts and get her head back in order, but Mick had other plans.

Casually pulling her fully into his lap he pressed his cock comfortably pressed against Jen's round rear. Once he had her in place, secured with an arm around her waist, Mick reached around to her front with his free hand, slipping up her skirt to caress her slit through her underwear.

Holding back a disgraceful moan, Jen nonetheless failed to hide the more obvious sign of her arousal: the dampness between her legs. Mick leaned close, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke. "It arouses you, performing for me. Making my cock hard..." He slipped his hand into her underwear, his fingers curling up to slide right into her wet pussy. "...making me want to fuck you."

Jen failed to hold back her moan this time, her body yielding to Mick against her will and seeming to grow more and more aroused by the second as he begin vigorously using his fingers to violate her.

Her rational mind panicked as he removed his fingers from her obviously eager cunt, beginning to strip her panties from her instead. He was going to do it again...fuck her until she lost the ability to think, to make her lose herself in the primal joy of mating.

It scared her, remembering how totally she'd given into him last time he'd had his massive cock inside her...even if it had been temporary, Mick's cock had driven all thoughts of deals, of the end of the week, of getting back to Dave, out of her head. Just the memory of it had her pussy drooling, her body trembling like an addict in need of a fix.

None of this was hidden from Mick, who had seen it all before. He took his time stripping the clothes off of both of them, giving her time to dwell on the memories of the previous night.

By the time Mick had them both undressed, Jen now sitting naked in Mick's lap with her soaking wet snatch pressed right up against the shaft of Mick's cock, Jen's head was already a mess. Her breathing was rough as she tried unsuccessfully not to think about what was about to happen, her entire body crying out for her to get the huge cock rubbing against her slit inside of her as soon as possible.