Page 1 of Cheater and the Saint
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Leo
“Ah, fuck,” I muttered into the side of his neck as I pushed into him.
The man—whose name I’d already forgotten—moaned and wrapped his muscular arms around me. His prickly jaw tickled my skin as he trailed kisses from my neck and upward to my mouth. We kissed as I pumped into his ass, slow at first.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” he growled before nipping at my neck.
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
I grabbed the headboard with one hand to help steady myself and thrust deeper into him. The bed squeaked with the action, and I smiled as I did it again. I wanted the fucking headboard banging against the wall.
Loud sex was my favorite sex.
I was what most people called a whore. A big one. Man-whore, player, playboy, and any of the other names given to promiscuous men basically described me to a T. The thing was? I didn’t give a shit.
I loved sex: the panting, moaning, and yeah, the amazing feeling of burying my dick between a chick’s legs or in a guy’s ass—or having him in mine. It’s what I lived for: to fuck and get fucked. So when this dude wanted to hook-up that night, I hadn’t hesitated before saying yes. He was hot and willing, and I wanted to get laid. All wins in my book.
The man looked up at me with those sexy bedroom eyes as I pounded into him, and I gripped his nape before kissing his parted lips. The deep groan that reached my ears had me fucking him harder. Just as he wanted.
He broke the kiss as he gasped, “Fuck!” His hands kneaded my ass cheeks as he tugged me forward, deeper into him. “God, your dick is incredible. Fuck my ass harder, baby.”
I ignored thebaby, not caring for sweet talk, but I gave it to him harder. Sometimes I liked slow, intimate sex, but other times I liked it rough. This dude seemed to prefer the latter, and I was cool with that.
His shaggy blond hair stuck to the side of his face, and his blue eyes peered up at me through his pale lashes as I pounded into him hard and fast. He was probably in his mid-thirties and definitely was no stranger to the gym by the size of his biceps and the ridges of muscle on his abdomen.
Hot as fuckdescribed him pretty well.
I sat back on my knees and gripped the tops of his thighs, pulling him to me, before driving myself back into him. The new position let me fuck him deeper. He groaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Fuck it was sexy. Even hotter when he grabbed his dick and started stroking himself.
The heat of him around me was amazing, and I continued pumping into his tight ass, groaning. I knew he was about to come when his hand moved faster on his slick cock and his breaths became labored.
And it was there… as I was balls-deep into this fucking sexy man and feeling my orgasm creeping closer that it happened.
“What the hell?” a woman shrieked from behind us.
The man’s eyes flew open, and a look of both shock and fear flashed across his face before he knocked me to the side. I landed on the mattress, confused and aching. He sat up and grabbed a pillow to cover his leaking dick as a mix between a moan and pained whimper escaped him. The dude had been mid-orgasm.
“What is this, Miles?” the woman screamed. She was pretty with short blonde hair and a pixie-like face. Super small, too, probably only weighing one-hundred and fifteen pounds. If that.
“Baby, I can explain,” Miles said, getting off the bed with the pillow still placed over his junk. Of course he had no legit explanation for it other than the fact he liked dick. Based on the shock on the woman’s face, I reckoned she’d had no idea. Great. I’d found myself a dude who was still in the closet. “He means nothing to me.”
Typical dude excuse.
“Did you know he’s married?” the woman asked me, directing all her rage in the words.
Damn, if looks could kill, I’d be a Leo kabob.
“Didn’t ask,” I answered. “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck, either.”
“You’re despicable!”
“Been called worse.” I shrugged.
“I thought you were staying the night with your sister,” Miles said, standing a few feet from her.
