Page 43 of Prince Cheating Charming

Feeling almost jittery, I moaned as my fingers zeroed in on my clit, my breath getting heavier as I added pressure, plunging two fingers inside my pussy, my hips thrusting in the air as I rode my fingers, needing something more, but desperate to come.

Then I heard a knock on the window, and I sat up with a jerk to see the man who was unfortunately still my husband standing on my balcony rapping at the door.

My moron self hadn’t even locked it, but Alexander didn’t push his way in, only opened it a crack.

It looked like he was breathing heavily, and he licked his lips.

“Can I come in, please?” he asked.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked, pulling down the big baggy shirt I was wearing and trying to hide under the covers.

“I didn’t want you to think I was a creeper,” he said. “I had to let you know I was there.”

“How are you not a creeper, creeper?” I retorted. “What were you doing on my balcony?”

“Just putting your present there,” he said, waving his hand to where I saw a couple of keys hanging artistically from my window.

“I thought you might like a new car and a new yacht,” Alexander continued nervously. “We can sail anywhere you like, sweetheart. Norway, Hawaii, Botswana. You name it and we’ll go tomorrow.”

He was wearing a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants and his dick was standing out, hard and thick, against the fabric. He had obviously seen what I was doing.

“I don’t need a new car and I don’t want a yacht,” I said.

If I thought that would discourage him, I was dead wrong.

“Let me take care of you,” my husband replied, running his tongue over his lips, in a motion so unconscious I wasn’t even sure if he knew he had done it.

“I’m not having sex with you,” I said, squeezing my thighs together.

“That’s—that’s fine,” he said. “I just want to make you feel good.”

Stupid ovulation.

The craving in my pussy was painful now, a throbbing, beating ache, and if Alexander was going to be climbing all over the palace walls giving me unnecessary presents that infuriated me, he might as well make himself useful.

“All right,” I said. “But some rules,” I added, as his eyes immediately brightened at my words. “It’s not personal. I’m just using you for what you can give me. Like a sex toy. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Alexander came inside quickly, shutting the door to the balcony behind him.

“Can I kiss you?”

“No!” I said firmly. “No kissing, no touching me anywhere else. You are here to act like a vibrator, nothing more.”

“OK,” he said. “But I just want you to know that I want to kiss you so badly, Delilah. You don’t understand.”

“I understand that I don’t want you kissing me with your cheating lips,” I retorted.

Alexander tightened his mouth but nodded his head.

“I deserved that. But I do want you to know. Delilah, I’m a fucking disrespectful bastard but I barely even talked to those other women. I never even kissed them. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to have anything but meaningless casual sex with.”

“It’s gross that you think that’s something to be proud of,” I shot at him, but inside I felt in turmoil.

Could he be telling the truth?

Could a man who had cheated on his wife so many times ever change?

“I’m not proud,” he said in a low tone. “The only thing I’m proud of is knowing you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I just want to prove to you that I will never take you for granted ever again.”

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