Cheater X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Finally, Lacey had no choice but to instruct Adrian to go. "Adrian, go buy me a box of birth control pills. We might need them tonight." ... Adrian's clenched fists cracked at the knuckles. Not a single person in this group had a shred of decency. He had seriously underestimated Lacey. They had known each other for three years, and she had always struck him as the picture of innocence — a sweet, well-behaved girl. She used to say that cheating was the one thing she despised most in this world. But her mouth said one thing while her heart believed another.

— Have you ever considered the possibility of him being a guy who respects his family and that’s why you don’t want to cheat on his wife with another woman? — Girl, if he’s not gay, he’s going to cheat on his wife. That’s standard practice.- concludes Filomena coming to my table, where he positions his hands, facing me. — And you will accept the condition of mistress, for he will say that he will part with his wife and all that blah blah blah. — Not all men are like this... - I say. —The same X, despite him cheating on his wife, he always made our situation very clear.

The next moment, Ace was ripping the skirt around my waist and shoving two thick fingers into my pussy, making me scream out, my eyes widening and my walls tightening around his digits. “That’s a little too fucking wet for a girl who claims to not like a word of what’s coming out of our mouths,” Ace chuckled, flicking my clit with his thumb and making me tremble and squirm shamelessly. I heard zippers being undone around me and I knew that these men were about to make this a picnic I would never forget for countless years to come. “How about I fuck a confession out of you, baby?” Xander breathed down my neck just before he rammed into my ass, stretching me in an ungodly yet amazing way.

A rhetorical question as he rammed in and out of me. I gripped the ends of the desk as he ploughed me without caution. I was surprised at how he accurately stopped at the point just before slamming my ass cheeks. It was the most quiet sex I had ever had. He didn't make a sound either, turning his moans into exhales. There was no doubt in my mind that this man had cheated on his wife before now. The thought of how fake they were gave me the motivation to keep going. It eliminated any pity or conscience I had when it came to them. They were both bad people pretending to be good.

He tastes everything to me as if he's drinking my saliva, and I would have been unable to breathe if he hadn't interrupted our kiss. I can feel his breathing becoming as rigid as mine, as if we're in this together, intertwined, and unable to escape each other's grasp. I cannot think of anything other than the sensation that is resurfacing within me. When this young man keeps pushing me to do something I have never done before, I don't believe I can think clearly. Having sexual relations with not one but two men. Not nearly enough for me to perceive that I am cheating. Is it because I'm familiar with Xander? Or is it because I felt I needed it regardless of the morality of the situation?

Himself was confused why with Axel's touched he was feeling plain, but that time when he do the deed with Shaun, he's beyond ecstatic and the ecstasy was making him addicted to it, he buried his face deeper in Axel's chest, hiding his hot face. Also, his confused, the calming pheromones released by that gardener (referring to Shaun) was a lot more soothing than Axel, he can't put it out of words, but it feels like his cheating if he continues thinking. But Xerahn didn't have to say anything, Axel already guessed it, the only difference was that he wasn't hurt like he wanted to die, maybe because the Omega in his arms wasn't the real Xerahn, he just kept on deceiving himself living in the hor

My Cheating Mate Emma pov The words on the page blurred together for the third time in as many minutes. I wasn't really reading anymore—just staring at the same paragraph, my mind replaying the same circular thoughts I'd been having for weeks. I love him. He hurt me. I love him. He betrayed me. I love him. But is love enough? Jeremy shifted in his sleep, a small sound of discomfort escaping his lips. Without thinking, I reached over and adjusted his pillow, smoothing the blanket across his chest. His face relaxed, the lines of pain easing.

"Do you even know who he is? He's my husband—" "—He's Glen Gardner," Dora cut in, voice clear and steady. "And like I said, he's my boyfriend." The fire in Dora's eyes made me laugh before I could stop myself. Vanessa's face shifted. She forced a smile, desperate. "This is fake, right, Glen? Tell me it's fake." I looked at Dora. Clear eyes. Hope tangled with fear. I sighed, slid an arm around her shoulders. "You can see it for yourself. My girlfriend doesn't like me talking to other women. You should go."

“Sneaking around are we?” My eyes widen and I glance back at Stace. Oh shit, what can I say? “Yes, on my husband… with my lover.” I tilt my chin towards Stace and her eyes rise to him again. He sits with his legs spread and his muscles on show, the epitome of an alpha. She smirks and widens her eyes. “Boy, I don’t blame you,” she whispers. I smile. “I know,” I whisper back. She types into her computer. “Have fun while you can, I say.”

"Haven't I treated you well all these years? We waited three years for this child! How could you just get rid of it? Did you even think about how I would feel? Pearl, when did you become so heartless?" His voice was strained, his anger barely contained. Beneath it, there was heartbreak, desperation, and sorrow. He sounded like the victim, as though I were the one who betrayed him. I snapped. "Boweike, you cheated on me! You lied about work while you spent your time with Mia! You traveled the world with her! You showered her with gifts and sweet words! And the worst part? You did all of that while I was pregnant with your child! Boweike, did you ever think about how I felt?"