FORBIDDEN FLAMES

Morning After Sin

The morning light felt like an accusation.

I woke up in Leo Lugard’s arms, my loving fiancé, the man who had already planned our entire future. His steady breathing warmed my neck as he held me close, completely unaware that just hours earlier, my ex-boyfriend John Larry had f**ked me senseless.

My body betrayed me instantly. Every shift reminded me of the night before the delicious soreness between my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips from John’s strong grip, the way my p***y still felt used and satisfied in a way Leo had never achieved.

Guilt crashed over me like ice water, but the ache only made me wetter.

Leo stirred, pressing a sweet kiss to my shoulder. “Good morning, future Mrs. Lugard,” he murmured happily, his hand sliding down my stomach. “You feel warm already.”

I forced a smile as his fingers dipped between my legs. I was dripping a mixture of my own arousal and the remnants of last night’s sin. Leo took it as excitement for him. He entered me slowly, gently, whispering how much he loved me while making tender love.

It felt nice. Comfortable.

But it wasn’t enough.

I closed my eyes and pictured John Larry pounding into me from behind, his dirty words in my ear, his thick c**k stretching me wide open. I came hard, moaning louder than usual. Leo thought it was because of him. He finished soon after, kissing me lovingly before heading to the shower.

The second he left the room, I grabbed my phone.

John Larry: Morning, Lucy Morgan. Still thinking about how you squirted all over my tongue last night. When are you coming back for round two?

My c**t throbbed at the message. I bit my lip 🫦 and typed back quickly.

Me: Last night was a one-time thing, John. I’m marrying Leo. We can’t do this again.

John Larry: Bullshit. Your p***y was gripping me like it never wanted to let go. Send me a picture right now. I want to see how swollen you are from my c**k.

My resistance crumbled fast. I slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, and took a risky photo.. legs spread, my freshly f*cked p***y still puffy and glistening. I sent it before I could stop myself.

John Larry: F*ck, Lucy. Look at that pretty mess. That’s exactly how a well-f*cked p***y should look. I’m hard as steel. Meet me during your lunch break. I need to taste you again.

Me: I can’t. Leo will get suspicious.

John Larry: Then I’ll come to you, Parking garage near your office. 12:30. Don’t wear panties.

The rest of the morning was torture. I sat through meetings with soaked thighs, unable to focus. John Larry had always been my weakness🤦🏼‍♀️ the ex who knew exactly how to push every button. Our relationship had been explosive: passionate fights followed by even hotter makeup s*x, spontaneous quickies in public places, nights where he made me c*m 💦 until I cried from pleasure.

Leo was safe. John was fire.

At 12:25 p.m., I found myself in the dimly lit parking garage like an addict chasing her next hit. John’s car was waiting. The moment I slid into the backseat, he attacked.

“Lucy Morgan, you dirty little fiancée,” he growled, yanking me onto his lap. His mouth claimed mine in a hungry kiss while his hands roamed under my skirt. “No panties, just like I told you. 😜Good girl.”

He fingered me roughly, two thick digits pumping fast while his thumb rubbed my c**t. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against his hand.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I gasped, even as I rode his fingers desperately.

“But you are,” he replied smugly. “Because Leo can’t f*ck you like this.”

He freed his massive c**k and pulled me down onto it in one smooth motion. I cried 😫 out as he filled me completely. We f****d hard and fast in the cramped backseat — windows fogging up, my breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust. John sucked on my n*****s and spanked my ass while I rode him like a woman possessed.

“Tell me who owns this p***y,” he demanded, thrusting up hard.

“You do, John Larry! F*ck.. I’m cumming!”

My orgasm hit like a tidal wave. I shook violently on his c**k, soaking his lap. He groaned and came deep inside the condom, holding me tight as we both trembled.

Afterward, I straightened my clothes with shaky hands. John kissed me possessively, his hand still between my legs, rubbing my sensitive c**t.

“This isn’t over, Lucy,” he whispered. “One night wasn’t enough for either of us. I want you back. I’ll fight for you Wedding or no wedding.”

I left the garage on trembling legs, John’s scent still on my skin. Back at the office, I cleaned up quickly and tried to act normal. When Leo texted me a sweet “I love you” message, the guilt returned full force.

But so did the excitement.

That evening, as I sat across from Leo at dinner, smiling and discussing honeymoon destinations, my phone vibrated in my lap.

John Larry: Tonight, My place again. I want you in my bed for hours. I’m not done ruining you for him yet.

I squeezed my thighs together under the table, already throbbing with fresh need.

Leo reached for my hand, completely in love. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Lucy Morgan.”

I smiled at him, but my mind was already back in John Larry’s bed.

One night had become two.

And I was losing control faster than I ever imagined.