FORBIDDEN FLAMES

I am Lucy Morgan, and I’m three months away from marrying the perfect man (Leo Lugard). Leo is everything a woman should want: handsome, ambitious, kind-hearted, and stable. He treats me like priceless crystal, plans romantic getaways, and never fails to tell me how lucky he is to call me his future wife. Our wedding will be the event of the year. white roses, crystal 🔮 chandeliers, and a future filled with safety and love. But safety doesn’t make my body burn the way John Larry does. John Larry my dangerously addictive ex-boyfriend. The man who turned my world upside down for fourteen wild months. The man whose touch could make me forget my own name. Tall, muscular, with piercing dark eyes, tousled black hair, and a cocky smirk that promised filthy pleasure. John didn’t make love. He f*cked - raw, relentless, and addictive. He owned my body in ways Leo never could. And now, he wanted me back. It started with a single text at 11:47 p.m, while Leo slept peacefully downstairs. John Larry: I heard you’re marrying Leo Lugard. Congrats. But I can’t stop thinking about how you used to scream my name when I buried my c**k deep inside you. One night, Lucy. Let me remind you who this p***y really belongs to. Heat flooded between my legs instantly. My n*****s hardened against my silk nightdress. I hated how easily he could still do this to me. Me: John, stop. I’m engaged. This is wrong. John Larry: Wrong feels so f*cking good with us. One night, No strings. I’ll make you c*m harder than Leo ever has. Tomorrow, My place. Don’t make me beg… unless you want me on my knees eating that sweet p***y first. I was dripping. My hand slid under the covers, fingers circling my swollen c**t as I remembered the way John used to pin me down and f*ck me senseless. I came quietly within minutes, biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan his name out loud. The next evening, I lied to Leo. “Going out for dinner with an old friend, babe. Don’t wait up.” I kissed him sweetly on the lips, guilt twisting in my stomach while excitement made my heart race. At exactly 8 p.m, I stood outside John Larry’s apartment, wearing a short black dress with nothing underneath. The second he opened the door.. shirtless, sweatpants hanging dangerously low 😉 He pulled me inside like a man starved. “Lucy Morgan,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Still the sexiest woman alive.” His mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss. Tongues battled. Hands roamed. He shoved my dress up to my waist immediately, discovering my bare, soaked p***y. “No panties? F*ck, you really did miss me,” he groaned. Two thick fingers plunged deep inside me, curling perfectly against my G-spot. I cried out, riding his hand shamelessly. “John please…” He dropped to his knees, threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and devoured me. His tongue was merciless... licking, sucking, f*cking me while his fingers pumped faster. I came hard within minutes, gushing on his face as my legs shook violently. But John wasn’t satisfied. He stood, freed his massive, throbbing c**k, and bent me over the couch. “Tell me who f*cks you better,” he demanded, rubbing his thick head along my dripping slit. “You do,” I moaned desperately. “Only you, John.” He slammed into me in one powerful thrust, stretching me wide open. The pleasure was overwhelming. He f*cked me like he owned me hard, deep, possessive strokes that made my eyes roll back. “Yes! F*ck me harder.. John Larry!” I screamed. He spanked my ass red, pulled my hair, and pounded me relentlessly. I came again, screaming his full name as my p***y clenched around his thick c**k. He followed with a guttural groan, filling the condom while buried to the hilt. We didn’t stop there. John carried me to his bed and spent hours worshipping and ruining my body. I rode his face until I squirted 💦 again. He f*cked me in missionary so he could stare into my eyes while driving deep. He took me from behind, choking me lightly as he whispered filthy promises. “I’m going to steal you back, Lucy Morgan. Wedding or not. This p***y is mine.” By 4 a.m., I was exhausted, marked with hickeys and handprints, and leaking with satisfaction. I dressed on shaky legs while John watched me with that possessive smirk. “This was the last time,” I whispered. He laughed softly. “Keep telling yourself that, baby. We both know you’ll be back for more.” I drove home with John’s scent all over me and fresh memories burned into my brain. Leo was still sleeping when I slipped into bed beside him.I felt terrible, I felt dirty. But most of all… I felt alive again. John Larry wanted me back. And after one night with him, I was terrified I might let him win.