I smirked at the cum sloppy seconds, stepping inside, with my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, without saying a word. The way I moved, the way my body swayed with a confidence that only came from knowing exactly what I’d done, spoke volumes. “You’re dripping,” my man murmured, his voice low and rough. His eyes dropped to the hem of my dress, and he inhaled sharply. Reminding me of my submissive whore nature.
I tilted my head, curving my lips into a sly smile as I reached behind to unzip my dress. The fabric slid down my body, pooling at my feet, revealing my bare body, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. And there, between these thighs—proof.
His breath hitched. “You’re fucking soaked.” I stepped closer my hips swaying with every step. The smell of my musky and sweet, unmistakably me, but laced with something else, something foreign. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my inner thigh. I shuddered at his touch with my hips parting slightly, but stayed silent. His fingers trailed higher, dragging through the slickness, and he groaned, low and deep.
“You let him,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire for the cum sloppy seconds. “You let him fuck you.” My breath hitched as his fingers slid inside, I leaned into him, my body trembling. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “So fucking wet with his cum.” As I moaned softly, my hands reached up gripping his shoulders as he pushed me against the wall, his fingers working my twat, curling inside, drawing out the evidence of my sweet betrayal.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips trailing down her neck. “But you’re also his.” My head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as his tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at me, tasting me, savoring the sloppy seconds.
“You taste like him,” he rasped, his voice ragged. “You taste like him, and I fucking love it.” My legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted me in the air, pinning me to the wall, his cock pressing against me, hot and heavy. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his lips brushing against hers. “So fucking perfect for this.” And then he was inside, thrusting deep, claiming, sharing.
The first time I had cheated, it hadn’t been planned. I hadn’t gone out that night with the intention of betraying my dear boyfriend. But there was something about the way he’d looked at her, something about the way his eyes lingered on her body, something about the way he’d leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, “You’re fucking gorgeous.” And I’d let him.
I’d let him take my hand, let him lead me to his car, let him push me back against the seat and kiss me, his hands rough and demanding. Off my clothes came, his hands felt so good, I let him fuck my cum sloppy seconds. And when it was over when he’d pulled out, spent and panting, I’d been surprised by how little guilt she’d felt. Because it felt good. The second time, it had been planned.
I’d gone to his apartment, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands trembling as I knocked on the door. And when he’d answered, shirtless and smirking, I knew there wasn’t any leaving until he’d had his fill. The third time, the pretense of hesitation wasn’t an option. I walked into his apartment, stripped off my clothes, and knelt in front of him, my lips wrapping around his cock without a word. And now, here I am, pressed against the wall, with him fucking me with a fervor I have never seen before, his hands gripping my hips, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he whispered, “You’re mine, but you’re also his.” It was so loved.
The way he claims my body is amazing, the way he shares me, the way he fucks me with a possessive hunger that leaves her breathless. I loved the way he growled, “You’re so fucking perfect for this,” as his cock slid in and out of me, the way his breath hitched when he felt the evidence of my infidelity, slick and warm, coating his length.
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