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28. My Ex's Girlfriend? Damn!

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Max

I followed her down a short hallway into a dimly lit room dominated by a large unmade bed. She turned on a single lamp that cast warm light across the sheets, then faced me again.

“Clothes off. All of them.”

I stripped while she watched, her eyes dark and hungry, tracking every inch of skin as it was revealed. When I stood bare in front of her she stepped in close, ran her hands down my sides and over the curve of my ass, then slid one hand between my legs from behind. Two fingers parted me
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  • Sapphic Flames Ignited   28. My Ex's Girlfriend? Damn!

    MaxI followed her down a short hallway into a dimly lit room dominated by a large unmade bed. She turned on a single lamp that cast warm light across the sheets, then faced me again.“Clothes off. All of them.”I stripped while she watched, her eyes dark and hungry, tracking every inch of skin as it was revealed. When I stood bare in front of her she stepped in close, ran her hands down my sides and over the curve of my ass, then slid one hand between my legs from behind. Two fingers parted me and found how soaked I already was.“Christ, Tessa.” Her voice had gone gravel. “You’re dripping down your thighs. All for me?”I nodded, cheeks burning.“Say it.”“For you,” I whispered. “All for you.”She kissed me hard, then guided me onto the bed. I expected her to follow immediately. Instead she opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a leather harness and a thick, realistic strap-on already gleaming with lube. My breath caught hard in my chest.She glanced at me as she stepped in

  • Sapphic Flames Ignited   27. My Ex's Girlfriend? Damn!

    MaxThe penthouse glowed with the kind of soft golden light that made everyone look more expensive than they were. Music drifted through the open-plan space in a low, steady pulse that never quite drowned conversation, and the air carried the mixed scents of whiskey, perfume, and the faint metallic tang of the city night slipping in through the balcony doors. I stood near the long glass wall with a glass of something amber I had barely tasted, telling myself I had only come because mutual friends refused to let me stay home another weekend. The breakup still sat under my ribs like a bruise I kept pressing, and the last place I wanted to be was a room full of people who had watched the whole messy thing unfold.Then the door opened and she walked in on my ex’s arm.I had expected the usual sharp twist of jealousy. What arrived instead was slower and far more dangerous. She was tall, shoulders broad under a black shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to the elbows, dark hair cut short o

  • Sapphic Flames Ignited   26. Her Folds Drips For Me II

    JamieI didn’t tell her to stop. The kiss started slowly, almost careful, like she was giving me one last chance to pull away. Then I made a small, helpless sound against her mouth and the careful part burned away. Her tongue slid against mine, warm and sure. One of her hands threaded into my hair, angling my head exactly where she wanted it. The other stayed on the back of the chair, keeping me pinned in place while she kissed me like she’d been thinking about it for weeks.When she finally broke away, we were both breathing harder. She looked at me for a long second, pupils blown wide, then climbed into my lap without ceremony. Knees bracketing my hips, the solid weight of her settling over my thighs. My hands found her waist on pure instinct, sliding under the hem of her shirt to the warm skin of her lower back. She made a quiet approving noise and rolled her hips once, deliberate, grinding the seam of her jeans against the growing ache between my legs.“Fuck,” I whispered.“Ther

  • Sapphic Flames Ignited   25. Her Folds Drips For Me I

    JamieRule number one: never pine hopelessly at someone for longer than a month. Rule number two: never be caught hopelessly gawking at a girl, especially when you knew nothing was going to come of it.These were the two main rules that guided my dating life, amid a few others, but they all died a natural death the second I set my eyes on Nova.She walked into Comparative Literature on a Tuesday morning three weeks into the semester, late enough that every head turned. Tall, dark hair falling in a careless knot, a worn leather jacket over a plain black shirt, and the kind of mouth that looked like it had opinions. She didn’t apologize for the disruption. She just dropped into the empty seat two rows ahead of me, slid a notebook out of her bag, and started writing like she’d been there the whole time. I watched the line of her neck when she tilted her head, the way her fingers moved across the page, and felt something inconvenient and hot settle low in my stomach.By the end of that f

  • Sapphic Flames Ignited   24. Dripping For My Sister's Best Friend V

    Marla “Fuck!! Yes! Just like that... Eat that pussy as you own it—” Charlie groaned, her hips bucking repeatedly. She never stopped grinding against my mouth. One of her hands braced on the back of the couch; the other tangled in my hair, holding me exactly where she wanted me. I could barely breathe, and I didn’t care. I wanted her to use me. I wanted her to come all over my face and leave me shiny with her.“You look so good under me,” she panted. “My best friend’s little sister, eating my pussy like she was born for it. God, Marla...your tongue feels so fucking perfect. Don’t you dare stop.”. She let out another deep groan throwing her head backward. God, she was perfect.I doubled my efforts, sucking harder, tongue working her clit in fast flicks while I pushed two fingers inside her to match the rhythm. Her thighs started to shake around my head. The wet sounds of my mouth on her were filthy and loud, filling the whole sitting room. I could feel how close she was in the way her

  • Sapphic Flames Ignited   23. Dripping For My Sister's Best Friend IV

    MarlaMy breath hitched at her words, just as cold shivers erupted across my spine.I couldn't even answer; I was trembling so hard I had to brace my hand on her shoulders to stay upright. She rose slowly, carrying me along with her as I rested against the pillar, my gaze never leaving her. She licked her lips slowly and sensuously. And the urge to have her between my legs came out stronger.Then kissed me hard. I tasted myself on her tongue—sweet, messy, filthy—and it only made me wetter. A fresh rush of heat slid down my thighs. I whimpered into her mouth and fisted the hem of her sports bra pulling her closer like I was afraid she might disappear.“You taste so fucking good,” she murmured against my lips. “I knew you would. Been thinking about that pussy since I touched your palm at the café. Soft. Warm. I kept imagining it was this instead.” Her hand slid between my legs again, two fingers gliding through the mess she had left behind. “Look at you. Still dripping for me.”I whimpe

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