Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

The memory of Snitch’s lips on my cock blasted through me, making me hard.

Can I kiss you like this?

Lottie’s lips met my cock. “How does she suck you?”

The way only Snitch can. As if she can’t get enough of my cock, like it’s her favorite fucking treat. With an addicting combination of innocence and bottomless lust in her walnut eyes that make me want to watch her for hours.

You were my first everything else. My first kiss. My first blow job.

I threw my head back on a groan at the memory of Snitch’s confession and Lottie took that as encouragement, sucking me harder.

I promised on our wedding night that I would be Lottie’s husband. A good man. A man who loves his wife. A man who only thinks about his wife.

I could come like this, in Lottie’s soft mouth.

Except as Lottie sucked me deeper inside of her, I thought of Snitch.

Maybe this was all I’d ever get again. All I deserved. A twisted, dark facsimile of my addiction. My wife and I could pretend this was an okay thing to do.

Everything you do with Lottie, West gets to do to me.

But if West put his mouth anywhere near her cunt I will rip his throat out.

FUCK.

I grabbed Lottie by her bicep, and dragged her off the floor. The veins in my neck throbbed like my cock, and my voice was raw and warbled.

“Go change.”

My heart pounded; sweat beaded my neck.

She shrugged me off with violence. “I saw you watching her. You haven’t stopped watching her.”

I pushed the hair out of my face.

I needed air.

I needed to

get out of this bridal suite that was becoming a coffin.

“Are you leaving again?” Lottie asked.

I looked back at her, in her fucking maid’s outfit, but she didn’t want my response. She just shook her head and disappeared up the stairs.

STORY

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“There’s my Angel,” West said when I returned with the ice.

I sat down, pressed it against his swollen, bruising face. We sat in silence, the ice melting cold through the fabric. I’d barely had a second to breathe all night, jumping from one drama to the next. Now that I had a moment, my mind wandered.

Did my mom ever feel this way? Put in an impossible position. Keep my dignity or deny my baby a father. Give her a father, live in shame.

Pretty sure I know what she chose.

I don’t want my baby to have the life I had. A mother who sold her pride. A father who didn’t acknowledge you in public, if at all.