Not again.

NADIA'S POV.

I lay on the bed in the hotel. The stranger's tongue traced slow lines over my skin, starting from my neck down to my chest.

“Mmm, ahhh,” I moaned loud, my voice filling the room. His mouth moved lower, kissing my belly, then my hips. Each kiss made me shiver and gasp. “Ohhh, yes,” I whispered, my hands gripping the sheets.

He spread my legs wide as moves down, his breath warm on my thighs. His tongue flicked out, tracing the inside of my leg up to my pussy. I arched my back, moaning deeper. “Ahhhh! That feels so good,” I said, my voice shaky.

He kissed my pussy lips soft at first, then harder. His tongue pushed in, licking my wet folds. “Fuck, lick me more,” I begged, my hips bucking up to meet him.

His tongue swirled around my clit, sucking it gentle then rough. I screamed out as waves of pleasure hit me at once. “Oh god, ahhhh! Don't stop!”

He lapped at my juices, his hands holding my thighs open.

My moans got louder, “Mmm, yes, eat my pussy!” I felt my body tense, close to the edge. He kept going, tongue fucking me deep. 'Ahhh, I'm gonna cum!' I cried, and then it hit, my pussy pulsing as I shook.

He pulled back, his face shiny with my juice. I sat up fast, pulling him close. “Now it's my turn,” I said with a grin.

I pushed him onto his back. His cock stood hard and thick, veins pulsing. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly.

He groaned low.

I leaned down, my lips brushing the tip. “You taste good,” I murmured, then took him in my mouth.

I sucked his dick slow at first, my tongue circling the head. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunted. I bobbed my head, taking more of him each time.

My mouth stretched around his shaft, saliva dripping down. “Mmm, suck it harder,” he said, his hand in my hair. I did, hollowing my cheeks, sucking deep.

“Ahhh, your cock is so big,” I pulled off to say, then dove back in, gagging a little as I took him to the back of my throat.

He thrust up gently, fucking my mouth. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse. “Shit, you're good at this.” I kept going, hand pumping what my mouth couldn't reach.

His balls tightened, but he stopped me. “Not yet. I want to fuck you.” He flipped me onto my back quick.

He climbed over me, his cock pressing at my pussy entrance. “You ready?” he asked, pulling me into a kiss.

I pulled him closer, placing a hand at the back of his, deepening the kiss. Our tongues exploring each other mouths.

He pulled away, his eyes dark with pure desire.

“Yes, fuck me now,” I replied, my legs wrapping his waist. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

“Ohhh, ahhhh!” I moaned as he filled me up. His cock stretched my walls, hitting deep. He started thrusting steadily, pulling out then slamming back.

“Fuck, your pussy is tight,” he growled, pounding harder. I met each thrust, my nails digging his back. “Harder! Ahhh, yes!” I screamed.

The bed creaked under us. Sweat slicked our skin. He kissed my neck, biting light as he fucked me. My moans mixed with his grunts. “Cum inside me,” I whispered, feeling another orgasm build.

He sped up, his hips snapping fast. “Shit, I'm close.” I clenched around him, pushing him over.

“Ahhhh! Yes!” I cried as I came again, my pussy squeezing his cock. He groaned loud, thrusting deep one last time, his cum shooting hot inside me. We panted, bodies stuck together.

But we weren't done. He pulled out, his cock still semi-hard. “Turn over,” he said. I got on my hands and knees, ass up. He slapped my cheek light, then gripped my hips. “You want it from behind?”

“Yes, fuck me hard,” I begged. He slid back in easy, my pussy wet from before.

“Ohhh, deeper!” I moaned, pushing back.

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he rammed into me. Each thrust slapped his balls against my clit. “Take it, you slut,” he said roughly.

I loved it.

“Ahhhh! Pound my pussy!” The angle hit my spot perfectly. My tits bounced with every slam.

“Fuck, you're so wet,” he panted. I reached under, rubbing my clit fast.

“I'm cumming again! Oh god!” My body shook, walls milking him.

He kept going, not stopping. “Good girl.” After a bit, he pulled out. “Ride me now.”

I turned, pushing him down. I straddled him, guiding his cock into my pussy. “Mmm, yes,” I sighed, sinking down full.

I started bouncing, hands on his chest.

“Look at you, riding my dick,” he said, thumbs on my nipples, pinching my hard pink tits.

I ground my hips, circling slow then fast. “Ahhh, your cock feels amazing!” Moans poured out as I picked up speed.

He thrust up to meet me, hands squeezing my ass. “Ride it harder.”

I slammed down, my pussy gripping tight. Sweat dripped between us. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum on your cock!” I yelled, orgasm crashing hard.

He flipped us suddenly, making me sit on his cock.

I pulled him into another hot kiss, we rocked together. Then his mouth moved to my tits, sucking hard.

“Bite them,” I gasped.

He bit them.

“Ahhhh!” Pleasure mixed with a sting. His hands guided my hips as I bounced.

“Cum with me,” he ordered.

I felt him swell inside. “Yes, fill me up!” We both hit peak, moaning loud, our bodies trembling.

We collapsed, breathing heavy. But he wasn't finished. He rolled me to the side, spooning behind. His cock nudged my ass.

“I'm not done,” he said.

I turned to him, my face somewhere between shock and excitement.

“Your pussy is just too good to let go.”

I nodded, lifting my leg. He entered slow, fucking lazy but deep.

“Mmm, ahhh, keep going,” I murmured. His hand reached around, fingers on my clit. We moved together, building the rhythm slowly.

“Your pussy won't quit,” he whispered in my ear.

I turned my head, kissing him sloppily. “Fuck me till I can't walk.” He picked up pace, thrusting firm. Moans escaped again, softer now but intense. “Ohhh, yes!” His fingers rubbed faster. Another orgasm built.

“Fuck yes!” I screamed.

“Cum for me,” he said.

“Fuck,” I whimpered as it washed over.

He followed, grunting, pumping his last load.

We fell to the bed, trying to catch our breath. My body ached good, pussy sore and full. The stranger held me close, our breaths syncing.

I still have no idea how this happened. One moment I was unpacking my things in my aunt's house, and then Tessa — my very long supportive friend who left me because I couldn't see past Elijah façade — invited me for a girls hang out.

The man just offered to buy us drinks — more like Tessa won't shut up, she kept telling everyone that I just got divorced by a man who was too weak to make his own so he used a girl.

The man just offered a glass of champagne to congratulate me and somehow — somehow— he ended up between my legs.

Not like I complained. The man fucked good.

I was still going to do it again and again.

After all, this was a journey to finally be free.