Page 45 of Prince Cheating Charming

“Good,” he said, raising his eyes up to me and I felt transfixed by them.

For a moment he paused, lifting his head so I could see his mouth glistening with my wetness. His tongue flicked out to lick it eagerly up, making my core twist and clench.

“If you give me another chance, I will put your pleasure first. I don’t even have to come. I just want you to.”

“Nonsense,” I said stoutly, but that was the only word I could trust myself to say as he lowered his head and swirled his tongue around my clit, alternating firm pressure with gentle, teasing licks.

Need and hunger began to tighten urgently in my core, pooling deep in my belly, and I moaned aloud, clutching the bedsheets now. Dimly I was aware that this was only going to encourage him, but I couldn’t stop myself from the intoxicating pleasure of seeing him focused only on pleasing me.

“Can I put two fingers inside you?” he asked, his voice rough, jagged.

“Yes,” I almost whimpered. “Yes, you can.”

He slowly pressed two fingers inside me, curling them until they made the heat rush to my cheeks.

“Oh, you feel incredible,” he panted as my orgasm pressed at me, my pussy feeling hot and heavy with deep primal need. My back arched off the bed, desperate for more.

He drew my clit into his mouth and I exploded, moaning and crying out as the pleasure filled me, coming all over Alexander’s face and riding his hand with jerky little motions of my hips until I was sated and weak.

Gasping, I finally opened my eyes, focusing slowly on the ceiling.

Well, holy shit. That had been the best orgasm of my life. And from my infuriating jackass husband, no less.

As my eyes focused, I brought them down to him and saw Alexander was clutching the side of the bed and looking down at his sweats, where there was a big wet spot right above his dick.

Oh my god. He had come in his pants.

“I didn’t say you could come,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

“That has never happened to me before,” he said, clenching and unclenching his fists on the side of the bed. “I need to go change.”

“Vibrators don’t get to come,” I said sternly, but inwardly I was very surprised.

“I’m sorry, Delilah,” he said in a low tone. “You were—you were just so hot. And when you came like that, your body tightening around my fingers, I couldn’t stop. I’ll go change and be right back.”

As soon as he had disappeared over the balcony, I got up, my legs almost buckling under me, and locked the door. Then I collapsed back into bed.

It was barely three minutes later when he swung his long legs over the side of my balcony again.

Was he climbing the fucking wall to get to me?

“Please let me in,” he begged. “I just want to be close to you. I can barely sleep without you, Delilah!”

“Go sleep with Julia,” I said. “Or Jewel. Or any of the other women you’ve been fucking since we got married!”

“I don’t want to sleep with them!” he cried. “I want to sleep with you.”

“Well, you should have thought of that before sticking your dick in them,” I said, turning my back on him and flicking the curtains shut.

“Please!”

“Go to bed!” I yelled, heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

But when I finished and went back to check on him, cautiously pulling the curtains aside, Alexander was still there, slumping against the door. He’d gone to get a sweatshirt but otherwise he was settling in like he planned to stay all night.

I rapped on the glass. “What are you doing?”

“I just want to be close to you,” he begged. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. I can barely take a breath without you, Delilah.”

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