Page 8 of Prince Cheating Charming

How could I still want him after seeing the evidence of him cheating right in front of my face?

The newly crowned King was still looking at me.

“Come here,” he said again, this time beckoning me with one finger as he began to take a cufflink out, his tie draped around his neck now.

I stood up and got off the bed. I was in one of my silky spaghetti strap nighties, and I walked slowly toward him, feeling my thighs rub together.

Should I try to lose weight? Is that why Alexander had cheated on me?

How many times had he cheated on me?

From his casual attitude, even I couldn’t delude myself into thinking it was a one-time thing.

All these thoughts were churning in my head as I stopped just in front of him, inches from his knees. His proximity made my skin buzz as it always did.

Usually when he beckoned me closer, I dropped to my knees and settled between his legs, my hands reaching eagerly for his zipper. I knew he loved that, and I loved it too. His deep groans and the way he tangled his hand in my hair were tangible evidence that he desired me.

But this time I just stood there. My palms felt sweaty and I wanted to rub them on my thighs.

Were my blowjobs too boring or something? Did I need to find some spicy new techniques?

“Do—do you still want to be married to me?” I asked, hating the tremble I couldn’t keep from my voice.

My husband frowned.

“Of course I do,” he said. “Nothing has changed between us. Come closer, Delilah.”

Alexander raised a hand and put it on my thigh, moving so his fingers skimmed up my heated skin to the round curves of my backside. I was too shy to look him in the eyes, dropping them to where he sat in the chair. His hands kneaded my ass and I heard him make a satisfied hum. I hadn’t put panties on, and he rolled up the silky fabric of my nightie, pulling me down onto his lap.

The heat flared in my chest, the desire for my handsome, charming husband warring with the sick feeling of betrayal.

When he kissed me, pulling me over his hard length, I opened eagerly.

Maybe it was all just a mistake.

Nobody was perfect, after all.

I rode him eagerly, hoping desperately that he liked what he saw.

Maybe if I tried to be even sexier, he wouldn’t cheat again.

Feeling ridiculous, I ran my hands across my small, pert breasts, rubbing my tight pink nipples with unsteady fingers.

Alexander grunted at the sight, dipping his head to take one tight nipple in his mouth.

When we had sex, I was always focused on what pleased him, far too shy to even tell my husband what I wanted. So I knew by the way his eyes closed, that little line that appeared between his brows, that he liked what I did as I ground back and forth on his lap, stretching my toes so I could deliver the perfect friction.

“Yes, baby,” he groaned. “Ride me just like that.”

My calves burning, I rode him at that exact pace, his hands tightening on my hips as he released deep inside me with a satisfied grunt.

My heart was thrumming with nerves, my mind a whirl of uncertainty.

But Alexander only pulled my chin down gently and kissed me.

It was difficult to think with his lips over mine, his tongue in my mouth.

He didn’t pull out either, just sat, perfectly relaxed, with his cock in me, his lips and tongue exploring mine. He was hard within a few seconds, and I ground eagerly down on him again. When he came for the second time, he pulled me contentedly against his chest.

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