Your Friend Fucked Me

Sophia leaned against the kitchen counter, her eyes locked on Ryan with that familiar spark of mischief and steel. "Your friend fucked me," she said, the words landing like a challenge rather than a confession. Ryan froze mid-sip of his whiskey, the glass hovering near his lips.

"Who, Mark?" he asked, voice tight but edged with something hotter than anger. Sophia smirked, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them up just enough to draw his gaze. "Bingo. And before you get all dramatic, let me be clear—I wanted it. I started it."

Ryan set the glass down hard, but a grin tugged at his mouth despite himself. "You expect me to believe my buddy just happened to end up between your legs?" Sophia stepped closer, her fingers tracing his chest. "Not happened to. I invited him over while you were at that conference. He showed up with that cocky smile, and I told him exactly what I needed. No games, no hesitation."

The air thickened between them. Ryan's breathing quickened, but Sophia held the power, her voice low and teasing. "He was hard the second he walked in. I could see it through his jeans. We didn't even make it to the bedroom at first. I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees for a blowjob that left him panting and sweating."

Ryan swallowed, his hands finding her hips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Sophia laughed, sharp and bright. "Damn right I am. He tasted good, Ryan. Thick and eager. I took him deep until he was gripping my hair, but I was in charge—made him beg before I let him touch my pussy."

Tension crackled like static. They stumbled toward the living room, clothes shedding in a trail. Sophia shoved Ryan onto the couch, straddling him with fierce confidence. "He bent me over the table next," she whispered, grinding against his growing hardness. "Fucked me from behind, hands on my ass, pounding until I was dripping wet and begging for more. I came so hard I saw stars."

Ryan's cock was rigid now, pressing against her. Sophia freed him, stroking slowly. "And you know what? It made me horny all over again thinking about telling you." She sank down onto him in one fluid motion, her pussy clenching tight. They moved together, her riding him with deliberate power, sweat beading on her skin.

"Tell me more," Ryan groaned, thrusting up to meet her. Sophia leaned in, biting his lip. "He flipped me over, spread my legs wide, and buried that cock deep. I was so wet it dripped down my thighs. He came inside me, hot and thick, and I milked every drop." Their pace quickened, bodies slapping, panting filling the room as she dominated the rhythm.

Sophia came first, crying out with unapologetic pleasure, her walls pulsing around Ryan's cock. He followed seconds later, spilling into her with a guttural moan. They collapsed, limbs tangled, hearts racing. She kissed him hard, then pulled back with a wicked smile. "But Ryan, darling... that was just the beginning. Mark's coming by again tomorrow night."