Caught Between My Fiancee And His Ex Best Friend

Chapter 8

Adrian's POV

I texted Sophia that I was outside and let myself in with the spare key she’d given me. The place smelled like her—vanilla candles, expensive perfume, and that underlying feminine musk that always got me hard. She was waiting on the couch in a tiny silk robe that barely covered her thighs, legs crossed, phone in hand.

I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I’ve told you to stop calling me except when I call.”

Sophia looked up with that wicked little smirk, her dark hair tumbling over one shoulder. She was all curves and attitude—full lips painted red, heavy lashes, body built for sin. “Aw, baby, you’re still mad about last night?” She uncrossed her legs slowly, flashing me a glimpse of bare p***y under the robe. “I was horny. You know how wet I get just thinking about you.”

I crossed the room and stood over her, arms crossed. “Amaya was right there, Soph. If she catches us a second time, it’s done. I can’t lose my fiancée.”

Sophia stood up, letting the robe slip open just enough to reveal the swell of her t**s and the hard points of her n*****s. She pressed against me, one hand sliding down my chest. “Your fiancée. Cute. But here you are, hard already. Don’t you love me anymore, Adrian? Or am I just your dirty little secret now?”

I gripped her chin, tilting her face up. My c**k throbbed against her stomach. “Why wouldn’t I love you? Look at you—f**k, you’re so goddamn hot. Those t**s, that ass, the way you take my c**k like you were made for it. Amaya’s safe, steady, the woman I’m going to marry. But you… you’re the fire I can’t quit. You make me feel alive in ways she never could. You’re filthy in the best way, Soph. No pretending, no holding back. I love how much of a greedy little slut you are for me.”

Her eyes darkened with lust. She bit her lower lip. “Then show me. Prove it.”

I didn’t rush. I pulled her in for a slow, deep kiss, tasting the wine on her tongue. My hands roamed down her back, cupping her full ass and squeezing hard, pulling her tighter against my growing erection. She moaned into my mouth, grinding against me like she couldn’t wait another second.

“Slow down, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “I want to enjoy every inch of you tonight.”

I walked her backward toward the bedroom, shedding my shirt along the way. She shrugged off the robe, standing naked before me—smooth skin, heavy breasts with dark n*****s begging for attention, shaved p***y already glistening. I pushed her gently onto the bed and climbed over her, kissing her neck, sucking lightly at her pulse point until she arched.

“Adrian… f**k, I’ve been aching for you,” she whispered, fingers threading through my hair.

I moved lower, cupping one breast and licking slow circles around the n****e before sucking it into my mouth. Sophia gasped, back bowing off the bed. I lavished attention on it—sucking deep, tongue flicking the stiff peak, then grazing it with my teeth. My hand kneaded the other breast, pinching and rolling the n****e until she was whimpering.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growled against her skin. “My dirty girl loves having her t**s played with.”

“Yes… harder, baby. Suck them like you mean it.”

I obliged, switching sides, sucking the other n****e until it was swollen and shiny. My free hand slid down her stomach, teasing her inner thighs, brushing lightly over her slick folds without giving her what she wanted. She bucked her hips, chasing my fingers.

“Stop teasing,” she whined. “I need you.”

“Not yet.” I kissed down her body, licking a trail over her ribs, her navel, until I settled between her spread thighs. Her p***y was soaked, lips puffy and inviting. I blew a cool breath over her c**t and watched her shiver.

“Adrian, please…”

I licked her slowly from entrance to c**t, savoring her taste—sweet and musky. Sophia moaned loudly, thighs tightening around my head. I took my time, long flat strokes of my tongue, circling her c**t without direct pressure. Then I sucked the swollen nub into my mouth, humming vibrations against it.

“f**k! Yes, just like that,” she cried, hips grinding against my face. “You eat my p***y so good, baby. Better than anyone.”

I slid two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them upward to stroke her G-spot while my tongue worked her c**t in steady circles. She was dripping, coating my hand. I pumped slowly, deliberately, feeling her walls flutter around me. Adding a third finger, I stretched her, scissoring gently while sucking harder on her c**t.

Sophia’s hands fisted the sheets. “Oh god, I’m gonna come… don’t stop, Adrian. Finger-f**k me deeper!”

I increased the pace just a little, matching the rhythm of my tongue. Her thighs trembled, and she came with a sharp cry, p***y clenching rhythmically around my fingers. I licked her through it, gentler now, drawing out every shudder until she was panting and oversensitive.

I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and stood to strip off the rest of my clothes. My c**k sprang free—thick, hard, pre-c*m beading at the tip. Sophia’s eyes lit up like a woman starved.

“Come here,” she purred, sitting up. “Let me suck that big dick.”

She wrapped her hand around the base and leaned in, licking a slow stripe from balls to tip. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the pre-c*m with a filthy moan. “Mmm, you taste so good. I’ve been dreaming about this c**k stretching my throat.”

I groaned as she took me into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked slowly at first, hollowing her cheeks, tongue pressing along the underside. Inch by inch she took me deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose brushed my abdomen. Saliva dripped down her chin as she bobbed her head, humming around my length.

“f**k, Soph… your mouth is perfect,” I rasped, hand tangling in her hair but not forcing her. “Such a good little cocksucker. Take it all, baby.”

She gagged softly but kept going, eyes watering as she deep-throated me with enthusiasm. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit while the other cupped my balls, massaging them. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. I let her work me until my thighs tensed, then gently pulled her off.

“On your back. I need to be inside you.”

She lay down, legs spread wide, fingers playing with her c**t as she watched me. I knelt between her thighs, rubbing the head of my c**k through her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” I said, voice low.

“I need your c**k, Adrian. Fill me up. f**k your dirty slut.”

I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, velvety heat enveloping me. Sophia’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as I bottomed out, balls deep. We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing each other in.

“You feel so f*****g good,” I groaned, starting to move in long, deep strokes. “So much tighter than… f**k, never mind. This p***y was made for me.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, nails digging into my back. “Harder? No—slow like this. I want to feel every inch. God, you’re so thick… stretching me so good.”

Our rhythm built gradually. I rolled my hips, grinding against her c**t with every thrust. Leaning down, I captured her mouth in a messy kiss, tongues sliding together as I f****d her deep and steady. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, I caught one in my hand, pinching the n****e.

“Play with your c**t while I f**k you,” I ordered.

She obeyed instantly, fingers rubbing tight circles. Her moans grew louder. “I love your c**k… I love being your secret w***e. f**k me like Amaya can’t.”

The words sent a dark thrill through me. I thrust a little deeper, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back. “That’s right. You’re my greedy b***h. Taking this d**k whenever I want.”

We changed positions—her on top, riding me slow. She sank down onto me, hands on my chest, rolling her hips in sensual waves. I watched my c**k disappear inside her again and again, slick with her juices.

“Look at you,” I praised, gripping her ass. “So f*****g beautiful riding my c**k. Squeeze me tighter, baby.”

Sophia clenched around me, bouncing faster but still controlled. “I’m gonna come again… come with me, Adrian. Fill me up.”

I flipped us again, pinning her beneath me, thrusting harder now but still deep and deliberate. Sweat slicked our skin. I reached between us, rubbing her c**t fast.

“Come for me, Soph. Let me feel that p***y milk my dick.”

She shattered with a loud cry, walls pulsing wildly around me. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning her name as I spilled inside her, pulse after pulse.

We collapsed together, breathing ragged, bodies tangled. I kissed her forehead, still buried inside her.

“Stay the night?” she whispered, tracing patterns on my chest.

“Can’t. But I’ll be back soon.” The guilt flickered again, but the satisfaction drowned it out.

For now, this was enough.