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Her long, slender fingers made quick work of his belt, her eyes intense on his. Tugging his pants down along with his boxers, his cock sprung free, getting harder as she worked him with an expert touch.
Her mouth moved over him, stealing the breath from his lungs at the immediate pleasure he felt.
Okay, so this was one thing she had over Erica.
Her blowjobs were out of this world and worth every risk he took just to experience one. He was going to be late to dinner, a dinner he had arranged, but how could he stop?
“That’s it,” he growled. “Clean Erica’s juices from my cock, Sophie. She tastes good, huh?”
Sophie paused, looking up at him, a frown forming between her eyes.
“I asked you a question, Sophie,” he said, tugging harshly on her hair. “Doesn’t my wife taste so fucking good on my cock?” With a whimper, Sophie nodded her head.
“I can’t fucking hear you, bitch. Use your words.”
“Yes,” she mumbled around his cock.
“Yes, what?”
“Erica tastes good on your cock!” With a triumphant growl, he pushed her head down on him.
She knew exactly how to tighten her lips, the right places to tease with her tongue. Her mouth was always ready and willing. He had lost count of how many times those pretty eyes had looked up at him while he shot his load down her throat.
“Sophie,” he said, grabbing the back of her head and keeping her in place while he could still focus. She kept her eyes on his, paused with his cock in her mouth. It was enough to make him throb in need. “You’re not to fuck Marcus, even if you want to. Do you understand?”
She nodded once, sliding her lips further down his length. He fisted her hair, tugging on it sharply and stopping her in her tracks. “I said, do you understand?”
This time, Sophie released his dick, wrapping her hand around him instead. “I understand, sir,” she said, licking her lips. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you. You own me now.”
Pushing her head back down with a smirk, he watched his cock disappear between her lips once more, her words ringing in his ears with a sense of euphoria.
Why would he give this up when the thrill of owning someone the way he owned Sophie made his cock harder than it had ever been?
Erica was the furthest thing from his mind as Sophie worked his dick. The dinner with her family was an unimportant inconvenience.
She’d forgive his tardiness, and later tonight he’d fuck her too.
Who said you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too?
Chapter 8
Erica
You don’t know me, and I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your husband is sleeping with my wife.
You have absolutely no reason to believe me, I know, so let me introduce myself.
My name is Marcus Crowe, and if my name sounds familiar, it’s because I share a surname with Alex’s secretary, Sophie.
Cliché isn’t it? The CEO has a torrid affair with the receptionist. Unfortunately, in our case, this is our reality. Sophie is my wife and we’ve been married for just over a year.
I have agonised over this letter for the past few days, trying to find the right words, debating whether I should even tell you at all.
Sophie isn’t aware that I know. Or maybe she is, who knows? Things have obviously not been good between us. But she’s so fucking conceited, she probably thinks she’s covered her tracks well.
I suppose she did. I was living in ignorant bliss until I came across some messages after she left herself signed in on my laptop. Messages I’m more than happy to give you access to, of course. No one can make claims like these without backing them up.
Whatever she thinks is wrong, she doesn’t have a clue that our marriage is done, and I’m about to fuck up her entire world like she did to me.
