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I plunged a finger between her folds, and she moaned. My finger explored the soaking wet skin until I found the spot I was after. And when I hit it, she cried out. “Fuck, yes!”
I continued to stroke her clit, experimenting with different little patterns and speeds until I found the one that made her nails dig in a little deeper, the one that made her moan my name.
“Oh, yes, Josh, just like that,” she moaned, “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Her moans made my cock twitch, and I wanted her so badly I was almost a little lightheaded. I couldn’t fucking take another second, so I shoved her thighs apart a little further and plunged inside her. Her tight pussy was so slick with her juices that I drove in deep with ease, and I heard all of Nadia’s breath escape her in a little whoosh.
The tight, wet heat felt fucking incredible, the walls of her pussy wrapped around my shaft like a vice grip. But I needed more. I stroked her pussy slowly at first, drawing out the pleasure that wracked my body. And if her moans were any good indicator, that same pleasure was tearing through her as well.
“I’m so fucking close, Josh,” she rasped in my ear, her legs twining around my waist, “Please make me cum.”
I drove deeper and deeper into her, thrusting faster and fucking her harder, my hands cupping her soft, lush tits and squeezing gently. She arched against me, and I felt her whole body start to quiver as her pussy walls clamped down around me tight.
“Oh, fuck, Josh, I’m cumming, oh!” she threw her head back and howled in release.
And I didn’t stop, continuing to pound into her and reach for a climax of my own. She clung to me tight, her legs still locked around my waist and giving me the optimal angle to drive every last inch into her. And while I continued to move in and out, I felt her pussy twitching and pulsing around me, either with aftershocks or the beginnings of a second orgasm. Or maybe both.
“Fuck, Nadia,” I groaned, “You feel amazing.”
I could feel a tightness, could feel everything in me starting to tense and ache as I grew closer. I continued to thrust, and Nadia continued to buck against me.
“I’m cumming again!” Nadia yelled, gripping my shoulders hard.
“Me, too,” I groaned, feeling the pressure inside me reaching a breaking point.
As Nadia cried out and I felt her shatter underneath me, the pressure burst, and pleasure washed over me as I poured out my release.
We fell back onto the bed, looked at each other, and laughed. It started off as small chuckles at first, and then we were laughing so hard that tears were springing from our eyes.
Nadia spoke first. “We have got to stop doing this,” she said, shaking her head.
“Agreed.”
It seemed like this was our pattern, though. Whenever I would break up with a girl, I would have sex with Nadia. And when Nadia was going through something, we would have sex then, too. It seemed like we were always taking our frustrations out on each other.
After a moment or two of silence, Nadia looked over at me with a frown. “You need to leave, Joshua,” she said, her voice taking on a sadness that I hadn’t heard from her before. At least not with me.
I sat up. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“You just can’t keep using me like this,” she said, propping herself up on her elbow and staring at me solemnly.
Her words were like a gut punch to the chest. I stared right back at her. “You know, you aren’t the only person who feels used,” I admitted. “There have been times where I have felt used by you, too.”
We sat there, staring at each other, letting the words permeate the air as we tried to process what was happening.
I didn’t want her to feel used. And I definitely didn’t want to feel used, either. So, I knew that Nadia was right.
Something had to be done.
I got dressed quickly, grabbing my jacket and keys on the way out. It was my turn to take a walk.Chapter Five - NadiaI felt like a pipe about to burst. So many emotions were filling my head that I could hardly think straight. The fact that Josh was using me was slowly eating away at my self-esteem. And how he kept changing the subject when I needed to talk it out, I could no longer stand that. I realized that I kept too much bottled up over the years and didn’t quite know how to handle it all.
Did I love Josh? Did I hate him? I had no idea, there was such a rush of feelings inside of me, it made me want to scream. I needed to talk to someone who could help me to figure things out and think it all through. I picked up my phone from the end table next to the bed in the hotel room and dialed Monica’s number. She had always been a great listening ear and a shoulder to cry on whenever I needed it.
