Chapter 2: I Rode a Stranger’s Cock in the Hotel Room While My Husband Watched From the Chair

The hotel room door barely clicks shut before Derek pushes me up against it. His mouth crashes into mine — hungry, demanding. His hands roam my body like he already owns it, yanking the straps of my dress down so my tits spill free. He groans against my lips and immediately latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand squeezes the other breast roughly.

“Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he mutters, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Your husband is a lucky man.”

Ryan sits in the armchair in the corner, legs...