Cheating for Love (English Edition | 18+)
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She is neither a literary exaggeration nor a work of fiction. Married, a mother, loyal to her husband—but also to her own essence. To the world, she appears to be an ordinary woman. But behind that image lies something few know and many would never dare to imagine.
Without guilt, without regrets, without limits. For Taylor, desire is not betrayal but freedom. Her love for her husband is unwavering, yet her hunger cannot be satisfied by promises or vows. She lives intensely, surrendering to her deepest desires, unafraid to challenge conventions.
This book does not seek to judge, raise flags, or justify choices. It is simply the confession of a woman who dared to create her own rules—and follow them to the end.
And once you step into this world, you may never see certain things the same way again.
Victor held his breath, trying not to surrender too quickly.
As if he could hide anything from me.
I let him feel my breath hovering close, the warmth of my body above his.
No rush.
No direct touches—not yet.
He was already hard.
Pulsing.
I smiled, satisfied.
I reached for the toy.
Victor knew this ritual.
But this—having a thick strap-on entering him—was new.
I slid two fingers inside him first, feeling his body tense around them.
He was sensitive.
I knew.
I leaned over him, trailing my lips along his neck, then moving lower, to the spot where he was already waiting for me.
My tongue circled him slowly before pushing deeper.
I heard his stifled moan, and it set me on fire.I played a little longer, teasing, driving him insane, holding him right on the edge.
Then, I positioned the tip of the toy.
Slowly.
Just a hint of pressure, an initial tease.
He tensed beneath me, trying to hold control.
What a sweet illusion.
I pressed forward gently, inch by inch.
Each new movement brought a fresh shiver, another unsteady breath.
With my other hand, I wrapped around his length, squeezing in perfect rhythm, synchronizing every motion, pushing him to the edge—without letting him fall over.
I told him to hold his cum.
And he tried.
My good boy tried.
But his body had already betrayed any illusion of control.
I knew exactly when the moment was right.
I quickened my pace.
Deeper. Harder.
My touch, my dominance, my pleasure in seeing him like this—completely surrendered to me, in my hands.