Her Ex-Friend's Boyfriend

Sophia Burns had cut ties with her best friend months ago. That woman made her feel small, used. So when Tommy Pistol—her ex-friend’s boyfriend—showed up at her door unannounced, her first instinct was to slam it. Instead she opened it. Let him in. They sat at her kitchen table. Tommy talked. Said his girl had gone cold, started shutting him out, giving him nothing. Sophia listened and the words hit familiar. They’d both been discarded by the same person. Something about that honesty loosened the room. He finally stopped circling and said it flat: he’d always wanted her instead. Sophia blinked once, twice. Heat rushed under her skin—old attraction she’d buried, and something sharper, darker, the chance to strike back at the woman who’d fucked them both over. She leaned across the table and kissed him hard, teeth clicking, tongues fighting for air. Clothes hit the floor fast. Sophia shoved Tommy onto the couch, straddled him, grinding down until his cock slid up into her in one wet thrust. She rode him fierce, tits bouncing, nails digging crescent moons into his chest. He grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks, pulled her down rougher each time she lifted. Sophia leaned back, spit on her fingers, rubbed her clit while he slammed up into her. They flipped. Tommy bent her over the armrest, fucked her from behind until her legs shook. He reached around, thumb on her clit, drove her straight into a shaking orgasm. She came loud, cursing, clenching around him. He didn’t slow—kept pounding until he pulled out last second and painted her lower back with thick ropes of cum, watching it drip down the curve of her ass. Sophia stayed bent, breathing hard, heat still rolling through her. Revenge never tasted so good.