Breaking Point
910 Words
Friday night should have been safe. Instead, it became the night everything nearly shattered.
Leo Lugard had a late business dinner with investors, leaving me home alone with my guilty thoughts and throbbing desire. I tried to resist. I poured myself a glass of wine, put on a romantic movie, and curled up in the sweater he bought me last month. For twenty whole minutes, I almost convinced myself I could stop.
Then my phone lit up.
John Larry: Door’s unlocked. I’m waiting for you naked. Come get what your body is begging for, Lucy Morgan.
Twenty minutes later, I was standing in John’s doorway, wearing a trench coat and nothing else. The second I stepped inside, he slammed the door shut and pushed me against it, kissing me with raw, desperate hunger.
“You came,” he growled between kisses, hands already untying the belt of my coat. The fabric fell open, revealing my completely naked body. “F*ck, Lucy… you’re so beautiful it hurts.”
He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. This time there was no rush. No quick office f*ck. Tonight, John Larry took his time like a man determined to prove he was worth ruining my life for.
He laid me on his bed like I was precious, then worshipped every inch of me. Slow, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His tongue 👅 circling my n*****s until they were hard and aching. He kissed lower, spreading my thighs wide and eating my p***y with devastating patience — long, sensual licks, gentle sucking on my c**t, two fingers curling inside me until I was writhing and begging.
“John… please…” I moaned, fingers gripping his hair.
He brought me to the edge over and over, edging me mercilessly until tears of frustration and pleasure streamed down my face. When he finally let me c*m, I shattered. Back arching, screaming his name as my orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami. He drank every drop, groaning in satisfaction.
Then he moved up my body, eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushed his thick c**k inside me, Bare this time.
“John, wait” I gasped.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered, voice strained with emotion. “Just tonight. I’ll pull out. I need to feel all of you, Lucy.”
The sensation was overwhelming. Skin on skin, nothing between us. He f*cked me slow and deep, grinding against my c**t with every thrust. Our bodies moved together perfectly, like they always had. The eye contact was too intense. Too real.
“I love you,” he breathed against my lips as he drove deeper. “I f****d up when we were together. I know that. But I’ve changed. Choose me, baby. Don’t marry Leo.”
His words broke something inside me. I clung to him, nails digging into his back as another powerful orgasm built.
“I’m so confused,” I sobbed, even as pleasure flooded my body. “I love him too… but this… us… it’s different.”
John’s pace quickened, turning passionate and possessive. He f*cked me harder, deeper, claiming me completely. We came together intense, emotional, overwhelming. He pulled out at the last second, spilling hot 🥵 across my stomach and breasts while I trembled beside him.
We lay tangled in the sheets afterward, his fingers gently stroking my hair as I cried softly against his chest.
“I can’t keep doing this,” I whispered. “It’s tearing me apart.”
“Then don’t,” he said fiercely. “Call off the wedding. Be with the man who makes you feel alive. I’ll spend every day proving I deserve you again.”
His sincerity scared me more than his lust. This wasn’t just s*x anymore. John Larry was fighting for my heart with everything he had.
I left his apartment at 1 a.m., body marked and satisfied, soul in complete chaos. When I got home, Leo was already back, waiting up for me with a bouquet 💐 of my favorite flowers.
“You’ve been gone a lot lately,” he said softly, pulling me into his arms. There was no accusation in his voice, Only love and quiet concern. “I just want you to be happy, Lucy. If something’s wrong, talk to me.”
I hugged him tight, inhaling his familiar, safe scent while John’s c*m was still drying on my skin underneath my clothes. The guilt was suffocating.
“I’m okay,” I lied, voice cracking. “Just overwhelmed with everything.”
Leo kissed me tenderly and made love to me that night — slow, sweet, and full of devotion. I came in his arms, but my mind was haunted by John’s raw passion and emotional confessions.
Saturday morning, while Leo went for a run, I received a voice note from John.
His voice was low and intimate: “I can still taste you on my tongue, Lucy Morgan. I’m not giving up on us. Tell me what you need — space, time, more nights like last night.. I’ll give you anything. Just don’t marry him before you’re sure.”
I listened to it three times, touching myself quietly in our bed while Leo was still out.
The truth was becoming impossible to deny.
John Larry wasn’t just my ex anymore.
He was my addiction.
And I was running out of strength to fight the pull.
- Writer
