Cheating Smut Novels & Stories

I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.

He pounds like his life depends on it”. “Well good for you then. Go for a full-blown erotic date with your man and leave me out of your shenanigans”. I shrugged. She smiled again. The damn mischievous smile. “Well there's more, this isn’t about Simeon”. She winked. I heaved slowly. “You’re cheating now?”. I asked almost out of proportion. “No dummy”. She dropped her soup on the bed, throwing a pillow in my face, I dived it right in time.

"Stanley, you're a cheat! You set us up! Give us our things back!" I turned to the side, effortlessly dodging his punch. He stumbled forward, almost face-planting onto the floor in an utterly embarrassing manner. "Please mind yourself, Mr. Pritchard." I straightened my slightly rumpled shirt and continued icily, "At the gambling table, winning or losing depends on one's skills. Don't forget—I wasn't as hysterical when I lost to you earlier." I averted my eyes, entirely done with watching their pathetic behavior. I turned toward my attorney and assistant, who stood frozen in utter shock by the side.

It was a text from Valerie. "Pick up the phone, Kieran. We need to talk." When I hung up and blocked her number, she texted me from a different number instead. "The photos are fake! Archie admitted that he photoshopped them! It was your Uncle Tristan who instructed him to post them!" After reading the text, I deleted it and powered off the device. My uncle, Tristan Pearce, had always been a mediocre schemer. He was never competent enough to accomplish anything, but he was always capable of causing trouble.

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

"Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you." I wasn't trying to spare her dignity. Quinn's face turned scarlet as her pretense cracked in front of her "rival." She tried to recover by stumbling over her words. "It's not like that, Mateo. Chad and I are just friends, okay? You've got it all wrong." "Friends?" I scoffed. "Do friends sleep in the same bed? Do friends kiss? Do you think I'm stupid, Quinn?" Layla's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her knuckles were white.

"Don't call me a slut when you had once fucked me. I'm just doing what I'm good at. Being a gold digger. And I'm not ashamed of that, at least I live a luxurious life, because life is way too short to worry about what's good and what's bad. In the end, the good and the bad will all end up dead. So let's go and finish our business." "What business?" The way she said it made me sick in the stomach. "A quickie of course." she replied casually. "That's cheating. And I'm not going to cheat on my engagement party, you psycho." Sera smiled sweetly and walked closer to me. "Honey, It's not considered cheating if your fiancee doesn't know." "It is. Now, Sera I suggest you to leave me the fuck alone,

“Look, did it smell like this?” The officer on duty seemed to expect that Vanessa would react this way. He brought out some of the pig feed. He opened the bag and poured some out before adding hot water. A strange smell started spreading through the room. It made Vanessa’s gaze turn despairing. He brought the bowl of pig feed to her. When Vanessa looked at it, she found that it really looked like her premium oatmeal. Vanessa seemed to lose all her strength and nerve. “I only have one request now. Bring Josh over here. After that, I’ll answer every question you have. I’ll admit to anything!”

On our fifth anniversary, he was drugged and ended up in bed with the poor scholarship student he had been funding, Valeria. When he sobered up, he immediately knelt before me, crying as he apologized. "I swear I'll cut off all contact with her…" I trusted him until a year later, when I ran into him and Valeria during a routine gynaecological checkup. Valeria clung to his arm, and they were holding a baby, looking like the perfect family of three. I never imagined Wayne would lie to me and keep seeing her behind my back, much less expected them to have a baby together.