Page 60 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

“Sorry,” I said, but somehow I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. “You’re just so fucking hot.”

I hesitated, but there was a little pulse in her throat that made me say, “I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you, Clementine. All the ways I want to pleasure you.”

“Crawl to me then,” she said, tossing her hair and looking unconcerned.

I would do anything.

“I want another chance,” I said as I dropped to my knees, my voice sounding strange to my ears.

Was that a fucking weird higher pitch?

Shit, it was, wasn’t it?

She could see my desperation, taste it on her tongue, couldn’t she?

But I didn’t care.

“Why should I give you a chance?” she countered, shifting her hips up so they were almost tilted for me. I wanted my mouth on her pussy so badly, couldn’t drag my eyes away from her as I crawled across the floor.

“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” Clementine continued, a little smirk on her lips.

“Never again,” I said. “You know I wouldn’t ever risk losing you again. Give me another chance.”

“This isn’t a business negotiation,” she said carelessly.

But her eyes seemed to set me on fire, and I couldn’t look away as I crawled closer. When she spread her thighs wider, that thin fabric of her long skirt barely covering what I wanted more than anything in the world, I could feel my cock twitching painfully in my pants.

I thought I could see her chest rising and falling, though, her nipples tightening against her spaghetti strap top.

She wants this.

First step, get her to crave my tongue.

Second step, get her to crave everything else.

I can see her pupils blow as I get closer, and there’s a little goddamn whimper that bursts from my lips, and I know I’m desperate and pitiful as fuck, but I can’t help it.

I reach her legs and put one hand on each ankle, slipping them under the hem of her dress. My cock feels like it’s punching a hole through my pants as I feel her soft, satiny skin.

God, I want her so badly.

I run my hands slowly up her legs, my eyes locked on hers, watching as her breath catches.

When I’m at her thighs I can feel my hands trembling and I flip up her skirt.

The most beautiful sight meets my eyes.

Her perfect pink pussy is before me, plump with arousal, only a tiny thong strap between my eager mouth and what I want.

I bend over and just as I’m about to lick her over her thong, she flips her skirt down.

“Maybe you should have to catch me again,” she taunted.

“I’m not letting you go,” I growled, and I pulled her gently by the ankles so her pussy was right in front of me.

Then I bent down and attacked it with my tongue, twisting around her thin thong, then yanking it aside to devour her.

Fuck, she tasted amazing. Sweet and creamy, and I buried my face in her pussy, loving how wet she was, and how slick her lips were.

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