Does Jeremiah Cheat On Belly Novels & Stories

The bit mark is barely visible anymore, and will soon disappear. Jeremy sits back on his knees and looks at Jacob as he travels his fingers along his chest and over his stomach, feeling Jacob's stomach quiver under his touch as his chess rapidly rises and falls. "I'm sorry I didn't do this right the first time. This time I'm going to do it right and cherish you, and this beautiful body." Jeremy's fingers slip under the band of Jacob's boxer briefs and slowly pull them down. A growl rises from his chest as Jacob's cock springs free, causing Jacob to whimper.

Jeremy insisted, sharing a glimpse of his own painful experiences. "Yeah, right," Melissa replied skeptically. Jeremy chuckled, his gaze meeting hers with warmth. "Believe it or not, I wasn't born rich, despite what you might think. I went through my fair share of hardships growing up," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. Melissa's eyes widened when she realised his vulnerability. She hadn't expected Jeremy to open up about his past. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," she said softly, her teasing demeanor giving way to genuine empathy.

“Didn't you just tell me a minute ago that you had your tech guy dig into Kelly’s life? You know, right after we met the fake grandmother?” Jeremiah’s face turned a bright shade of red. He shifted in his seat and looked at the wall instead of me. It was rare to see him lose his cool like that. Usually, he was the one holding all the cards. Seeing him get embarrassed because he clearly cared enough to do extra work for me felt good. For once, I wasn't the one feeling flustered. “I have more information if you actually want to hear it,” Jeremiah said. He was talking faster now, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“I was just joking.” Jeremiah’s grip tightened. “You don’t talk about her like that.” Mark stood, stepping between them. “Jesus, Jeremiah, you’re the one who just called her a bitch five seconds ago.” Jeremiah’s eyes turned to him, dark and dangerous. “Yeah. Me. Not any of you lowlifes.” Theo scoffed, shaking his head. “Dude, are you seriously getting defensive over your ex-wife? The one you cheated on? The one you’re celebrating getting rid of?”

Just as I was thinking about it, I felt sick and rushed to the toilet to throw up. I could feel Damian’s hand rubbing my back. “Baby girl, are you okay?” “I’m okay, Damian,” I told him. "He.. Jeremiah.. How many countries did he study in?" I asked quietly. I needed to make sure that it wasn't me he was talking about. "Just one. He went there for a year to study the language," he explained nonchalantly. I felt my head spin and throw up again. How could Jeremiah spread such lies? I never want to be gangbanged. He drugged me and let his friends take turns raping me.

JEREMIAH After I get her to explode once more, she screams out and begs, "Please... Jeremiah... Please..." I move quickly so that she is once again laying underneath me as I take over and thrust my hips hard fast and deep inside her, making her remember that no one would ever use her body like this for the rest of her life.

“Feel that, princess? Your sloppy pussy is so hot it’s melting the ice. You’re dripping everywhere like a desperate little whore.” Jeremiah took the wooden spoon and tapped it lightly against the inside of my thigh. The light smack made my skin sting in the best way. “You spied on us, didn’t you? Hid in your room and fingered yourself thinking about your stepbrothers’ cocks. Now you’re going to pay for it.”

He yelled furiously, "You're a scumbag who covets my woman!" "Your woman? Are you dreaming? Wake up. Am I dating her while she's married? No. She used to be your woman, but now, and for the rest of her life, she's mine. I'm not an idiot like you. I won't lose her. I'll cherish her, love her, and never let her get hurt. Most importantly, I will never cheat on her." Iris looked up at Jason. If she didn't know he was acting, she would have thought that he meant what he said, so believable was his acting. Yet, even though she was aware that it was just a performance, she felt a stirring within her.

"Ouch, I have a stomach ache. My stomach is cramping, can you leave me alone?" I pretended to hold my stomach, not daring to look at him. I looked down, and he stopped rubbing against me, when he stopped I pushed him away and ran outside. You can't be stupid, Em!

For Pete sake, somebody make it stop. "What do you mean?" I managed to ask, my gaze meeting his. His eyes were so hard and intense, his lips irritably perfect, a dimple or two. Holy shit! I looked away, scratching the back of my neck. "What I mean is how the hell are you able to pretend like nothing happened in that damn closet?" He leaned in, his face too close. I’ve gotten pretty good at pretending lately. Like pretending I’m over Jace and that damn orgasm, when it’s literally all I think about. I’ve already made stupid mistakes, but I can't cheat on Ethan for the second time.