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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I hold onto one hip, then the other hand slides down over her soaking wet cunt. I stick my finger in, then pull it out.

She’s still, breathing hard, on her hands and knees and waiting for her climax.

I smile as I kiss her shoulder and then run both hands up and down her back, down her arms, across to cup her tits for a minute, pinching both nipples lightly.

She makes a sound of need. I grip my cock at the root and slide it down her ass cheeks, prodding then pushing it three inches into her heat before pulling back, dragging it through the wetness, then backing up.

She waits.

I wait.

She looks over her shoulder at me and fuck is she beautiful. She’s got a wanton look in her eyes. She wants my cock back.

“Ask for it.”

She frowns.

“Ask for my cock. Ask me to let you come.”

“No,” she whispers.

“No?”

“No,” she confirms.

“Over,” I grab both hips and she turns over onto her back.

I spread her legs wide, throw them over my shoulders, and press a kiss to her clit, then slide my middle finger through her wetness, getting it good and wet before prodding at her ass, then sliding it in.

Her body tightens for a moment, then relaxes as she looks at the ceiling, blinking. Frowning a little.

I caress her clit with my thumb while my middle finger is still in her ass. She’s waiting for it.

I dip my tongue into her cunt and slide my left hand up her soft skin, pinching her nipple again while wiggling my middle finger inside her.

She squirms. She wants more, but I’m keeping her on the edge for the moment, enjoying watching her seek more.

“Maybe you should beg me for it, Chloe,” I say.

“Not gonna happen,” she pants, gripping the sheets.

“We’ll see,” I whisper against her inner thigh. It’s out in goosebumps.

My phone rings.

I ignore it.

It rings again with my father’s ringtone. Fuck. There are three ringtones on my phone. My basic one. My father’s. And Chloe’s. Chloe’s only rang once, last Friday when she arrived at the office for our meeting. Thankfully I rarely get my father’s tone, but you don’t ignore my father’s ringtone if you’re one of his children.

I back off Chloe and grab the phone from my pants on the floor.

“Hello,” I answer with obvious irritation.

“Are you dealing with this online gossip bullshit, or should I have someone else do it?”

Chloe slips into the bathroom.

Shit.

“I’ll deal with it,” I bark, not hiding my irritation.

“I’ve got Gil saying you’re not answering his calls.”

“I’m busy fucking my wife,” I state.

“I don’t need bullshit right now, Derek. Neither does your mother.”

“When do you ever?”

“She’s not very happy you went the city hall route and now to see negativity about your new wife and her past?”

There went my hard-on.

“I told everyone yesterday that this was what I’d be doing, Dad.”

“You also said it’d be kept quiet. It’s not been kept quiet.”

“I canceled our honeymoon to deal with it. We just got back from Chloe’s parents’ house as I had to do damage control there.”

“Good. I’ll tell Gil you’ll be here in the morning. Your new wife needs to meet with your mother’s media assistant tomorrow while you meet with Gil. Make sure she understands the importance of outward appearances. Bring her to the house at nine o’clock. Have breakfast with us first. We’ll do a photoshoot, too, so clear your morning.”

I grind my teeth.

“I’ve had to clear my morning, too, Derek, for your shit, so do not be insolent when you get here. Make this up to your mother.”

I pull in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You there?” he snaps.

“I’m here.”

“Nine o’clock,” he says and ends the call.

I toss my phone to the dresser and put my ear to the bathroom door.

The shower is running.

I quietly slip in and catch my gorgeous wife under the shower with her hand between her legs. Her eyes hit me, and she looks at me with challenge.

I’m hard again.

“Nuh uh,” I grab her wrist, place her hand on my shoulder, and lift her up, pressing her back to the wet tiled wall while I bring her down on my dick.

She whimpers in time with my groan as I fill her.

“You naughty little thing,” I reprimand, grabbing her hair and bringing her mouth to mine. I dip my tongue in and then say, “You don’t sneak off to come by yourself while I’m edging you. Now what should I do with you?” I flex my hips a couple times while she whimpers again.

Fuck, yeah.

“Should I make you come or edge you for the rest of the night?” I ask.

“Make me come,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Yeah?” I ask, liking this a fucking lot. She’s right on the edge and she wants it enough she might actually beg me. “Make you come over and over?”



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