Cheater Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
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It's kind of heady.

I take his jaw into both hands and slowly move in, staring into those eyes until our lips touch. My eyes close as I kiss him, holding his face, absorbing the scent and feel of him. Giving myself something I’ve, at some level, wanted since the very beginning.

Letting myself feel the reality of what this could be. Me and Derek. Together. Really together.

He guides his hardness to my opening, and although his eyes look gentle, he slams me down hard, making me whimper. He grasps my hips. I squeeze tight and begin to rock, still kissing him.

His hands release my hips and capture my breasts.

“I love you so much,” he tells me between lip touches. “I’m gonna make you so fucking happy. Please let me make you happy. Please, baby, please.”

“Okay,” I relent.

“What?” He stills.

“I said okay. But Derek… don’t fuck it up.”

He jolts in surprise and stares, chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes rove my face.

“I won’t,” he vows, eyes fiery.

“Don’t fuck it up, or you won’t like what happens,” I warn.

His body goes perfectly still. His expression goes completely cold. I hold his stare. He pulls his cock out and warmth overtakes his features as he flips me to my back and slams inside me.

“I won’t.”

And he’s fucking me, fucking me like a jackhammer, pinning me with his strong body, bruising my hips, but although I’m on my back, being fucked hard, I feel strangely powerful.

I lift her out of the shower, our mouths fused together, and carry her back to the bed. It’s got to be approaching dusk. We’ve been at it for hours. Not just fucking, either. Making out. Like teenagers. Groping, kissing, and… of course fucking. And I am not done. I want to fuck her until the end of time. I’ll keep fucking her as long as my cock keeps going hard tonight.

It's soft right now, so maybe I’m done. Or maybe I’ll be good to go again in another ten minutes, so I arrange her so I can get ready to feast between her thighs, but my phone chimes with a text alert from my suit pants. I lean over, dangling off the edge of the bed in order to get to it.

“That’s Carson. Food plates from the buffet are outside the door. You hungry?” I ask, sending a thumbs up.

“Starving,” she says in a sultry voice, and I feel a nip on my ass cheek.

I jolt in surprise.

“Did my wife just bite my ass?” I ask.

She laughs.

I roll to my back, dropping the phone. She’s naked, wet, and on her hands and knees, at waist level. She drops a kiss on my hip, staring directly into my eyes.

“Another gift. My wife’s laughter.”

She winks.

My dick twitches. She eyes it and leans over, running her hot little tongue from the base to the crown, waking it up entirely.

I fold my arm and cup the back of my head with my palm, watching the show.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I tell her, joy welling up inside me as she grips my dick and squeezes, swirling her tongue around the crown. She kisses her way up and down, squeezing, and then whispers. “Open up.”

I don’t immediately move because I’m not sure what she means, but when she nudges my inner left thigh, I catch her drift and part my legs so she can fit between them better.

“More,” she requests, slowly running her tongue along my cock.

I shuffle to give her more room, but realize it’s not so she can tuck her body there and keep licking and sucking my cock, her tongue moves lower.

Lower.

Lower still, and now she’s tonguing my sack. I sink my teeth into my lower lip watching the show, torn between wanting to watch and wanting to reciprocate.

She licks my taint, and I lift up on my elbow so I don’t lose sight of her eyes. She stares straight into my soul and does it again.

“My dirty fucking girl. Fuckin’ love it,” I tell her. “I love you.” I grab her by the armpits and turn her to her back, pressing my mouth between her thighs.

She whines, “But it’s my turn!”

I chuckle.

“What my bunny wants, she gets. As long as I get what I want, too.” I maneuver her so she can ride my face while sucking me. Not long later, we’re coming into one another’s mouths and I’m pretty sure I’m done for the night.

“Did you say something about food plates?” she asks as I’m drifting, holding her, feeling her, feeling right.

“Yeah. I’ll go and–”

“I’ve got it,” she offers and rolls away from me.

After not sleeping well for more than a week, I’m sinking into slumber before she’s back.

I wake up in the dark and she’s asleep on my chest. The TV is on the screensaver. I go to the bathroom, take a leak, and wander to the fridge in the kitchenette. I see it’s stocked with water, Coke, beer, root beer, and a covered platter.


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