One pulse. One flick of Lust Presence and she'd forget Tommy ever existed. She'd drop right here on the marble, mouth open, throat begging, lace ripped aside so I could slam balls-deep into the pussy she'd shaved and soaked for another man. She'd come screaming my name while he snored upstairs, clueless.
Cucking my best friend would take three seconds flat. She was already dripping for it. Already leaning in. Already mine if I breathed wrong.
I wanted it so bad my vision tunneled, teeth grinding, balls drawn up tight and aching.
And I crushed the thought like a cigarette under my heel.
Not Mia. Not Tommy's girl. Not the one line burned into my soul with acid and blood, no matter how hard my cock screamed, no matter how sweetly her pulse fluttered under my grip when I finally, barely, stepped back.
Some sins you don't commit. Some friendships are worth more than the hottest, wettest, most willing cunt in the world.
