Addicting Love

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Brooklyn's POV:

I sat on my washroom floor with Ellie for 40 minutes as she cried so hard, she ended up throwing up.

It hurt me watching her lose it. She was being so strong, holding it in as George talked about what happened. But then she lost it. She was trying to talk while we were in the washroom, but she couldn't. She just cried, and threw up, and cried, and threw up again. And I held her, hugging her, and telling her that nothing was her fault and that everything was going to be okay.

She kissed my husband, but as I watched my best friend cry her broke heart out, that didn't seem to matter. It was one quick kiss that went one way and she apologized quickly and said she wasn't thinking straight and was really really sorry.

This was way worse. What happened to Ellie was horrible and I wanted to do bad things to George for it. Really bad things.

I never knew what happened after they left.

They drove to our house in separate cars, so I knew they didn't leave together, but I do know Ellie told George to go home and watch the kids, who were being watched by a babysitter, and that she was going to her parents.

I didn't call her that night, I wanted to give her space. She needed to think. George needed to think. We all needed to think.

The next morning I texted her, but I got the notification that her phone was on dnd. I still texted her throughout the day but never called. The next day I did though, but got no answer.

It's been two weeks since the whole scene at our place and no one has had contact with El or George. No one. No parents, no family, friends. No one. I don't know what's happening. If Ellie kicked George out of the house, filed for a divorce, forgave him. I don't know.

But over the two weeks of just waiting to hear from her, I still couldn't help but think about what she did with Fred.

I was arguing with myself in my head.

Her kissing Fred for a second isn't anything compared to what George did to Ellie.

But she kissed Fred.

She was scared and vulnerable.

But she kissed Fred.

She apologized right away.

But she kissed Fred.

I was driving myself insane and just had to distract myself from the situation, which was hard.

Like, really hard.

The only thing that kept my mind off of it was sex and sleep.

Obviously I can't sleep for forever.

But fucking... I can do a lot of that.

That's something I'm really good at.

And so is Fred.

Which is why he's fucking me into my fourth orgasm right now in a row.

I was laying on my stomach and Fred was on top of me, one hand on my hip and the other on the back of my head, pushing my face down in the pillows as I moaned out his name and swear words.

My back was arched just a little with my ass perked up a little, his hips hitting it with every deep thrust.

By the fourth orgasm, I was a blubbering mess and just laid there for him to use, which he was. And he was really fucking good at it.

He fucked into me deep and fast, pushing in every fucking inch that stretched me out in every way possible.

"Good fucking girl Bee." Fred groaned and thrusted into me especially hard. I whimpered, but it got muffled in the pillows. "You gonna cum little girl." He wasn't asking, he knew, because my cunt was clenching like crazy around him.