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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She’s now clutching my shirt with both hands. I hike her up by her hips and grasp her ass as her legs wrap around me. I walk her to the nearest soft piece of furniture, the couch in front of the island that faces the fireplace. After putting her on her back, I run both hands up her ribs until they cup her tits, then nibble my way down her jaw to her throat and suck.

She arches into me.

“Gonna mark you,” I tell her, my voice coming out gruff as I latch onto her neck.

She arches further. It’s like she’s welcoming it. Fuck yeah.

My hand dives into her waistband, straight to her bare skin and then glide through that wet silk of her. Now fingers hook inside my wife, and I press against her G-spot.

She licks my tongue with hers, letting out a sexy, needy little moan.

“Too many clothes,” I tell her, hauling her yoga pants down before immediately whipping the white crop top sweatshirt over her head.

“Go for mine,” I direct, dropping her shirt.

She freezes.

Fuck. I’ve pulled her out of the moment.

“Nuh uh, I’m not losing you.” I point at my eyes. “Right here, Chloe.”

She swallows, looking unsure.

“Thank you for making me dinner, baby,” I say, getting my own jeans down enough and quickly filling her. She arches, eyelids lowering, moaning, pressing her tits to me. It’s like she’s been waiting all day for this. Like she couldn’t wait for me to get here. But her eyes are closed now, so I move in and press a kiss to one eyelid, then the other.

“My good girl,” I praise her. “Milk my cock with your sweet pussy. I fuckin’ love being inside you.”

My wife buries her face in my neck, but she complies, so I flex my hips and then jerk back almost all the way out before slamming home again. I see just a slight discoloration on her neck. I acted like a horny teenager, trying to mark her multiple times now. But I’ve never wanted to mark someone before. I want her to mark me, too. How long before she’s willing to do that?

I stay rooted.

Her nails dig into my back.

“More?” I ask.

She clutches me tighter.

“Shit. There’s not enough room on this couch; we need a bigger one for this room.”

I lift her and put her on her back on the rug, but immediately change my mind about the position and turn her to her belly.

“Knees, Chloe. Lift that sweet ass in the air for your husband.”

She does it and her breathing has quickened. On my knees now, I grab her hip with one hand and guide my way inside with the other. She’s even wetter now. For me. As soon as I hit the end of her, I grab her tits and raise her to the same position as me, kissing the side of her neck.

She whimpers as my right hand slides down and cups between her legs. I work her bundle of nerves, fucking into her from behind, now tonguing the ridge of her ear as her head rolls back onto my shoulder.

I catch sight of her wedding rings on her finger and feel fierce affection in my chest. Love. Love for her.

I have marked her with those. Those rings on her finger, my name attached to hers? She’s mine. This is what I want. Making her come. Making her want me. Making her want to look after me, though I’m going to look after her first.

“I love you, Chloe,” I tell her, kissing her neck, then wrapping my hand around it while continuing to slam into her over and over. “And I want you. I want to do this to you every single day until I can’t.”

She falls forward, crying out while trembling through her climax.

I knee-walk us forward enough to prop her torso on the couch cushion while I increase my pace and intensity, chasing my own climax, fucking her until sensation trills from my spine to my nuts, my vision blurring as I spill my load inside her, tightening my grip on her throat just a little.

She’s whimpering non-stop for a good ninety seconds when she finally goes slack.

Not long until she’s on the sugar pills instead of birth control. I run my hand up her flat stomach.

I put my mouth to her ear. “I can barely wait to breed my sexy, smart, irresistible wife. Want you round, and tied to me forever.” I kiss her neck. “How many babies you want me to put inside you?”

She’s panting. Breathless. Sated. Boneless. Quiet.

“Maybe one of these days, my wife will answer the question. I look forward to it.”

I pull out and turn her into my arms, lifting her up and putting her on the couch. Her eyes are closed. She’s hiding from me again.

I pull the soft blanket from the basket on the floor beside it and drape it over her, lean down, kiss her, haul my underwear and jeans back into place, then go down the hall to use the john.



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