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“Goddess, you okay? I can stop if you want me to.”
“No, please don’t stop. Please don’t.” She moaned.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I started moving inside her, and it was me who felt amazing.
Chapter 13
Vanessa
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The painthat had lanced through me was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
It shot right through my body and severed me from reality, then it was replaced with a wave of luxuriating pleasure moments later.
The pleasure and the pain took me by complete surprise because I never knew what either would feel like.
Once I’d gotten past the initial shock of both, I allowed myself to enjoy the slow pumps he gave me.
He took my hand, lifted it up and over my head while he lowered and laced his fingers through mine. All the while he continued to pump, giving me time to adjust further to his invading thickness.
He smiled and kissed me.
“Feel good yet, baby?”
“I feel amazing,” I told him.
I did.
As he stroked in and out, I stretched and relished in the fact that I was no longer a girl but a woman. He’d taken my innocence and given me this blast of pleasure in return. This was what it felt like to be a woman.
Our faces close, fingers entwined, eyes locked, we moved together, and my whole body came alive with the fire of pleasure. It vibrated through me, sizzling through my soul. I would have loved to stay just like this forever, but the buildup of pleasure was too much. It crested like a wave and rocketed through me, making me scream again.
The clench of my walls around his cock made him groan, and he released my hand so he could straighten up. The cool demeanor he’d previously exhibited was no longer there. It was replaced by what I’d call carnal need. Pure unadulterated carnal desire that was so scandalous it made my soul shiver.
I stilled when he began moving faster, then pumping harder and faster, stronger and with more power with a driving need. His cock seared into me hard and rough with blunt promise, making my passage quake.
Soon, he was pounding, riding me with the passion of a beast, fierce and animalistic as he rutted into me like an animal.
My inner walls rippled as my body demanded more and he gave it to me.
Then we were both moaning and groaning as the sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room.
Then the moment happened when the buildup seemed to take us out of existence. My cheeks burned, I closed my eyes trying to blink past the flash of white-hot light that speckled behind my closed lids, and another greedy orgasm crippled me.
It took me and reached for him too. Nothing was better than when he called out my name. My name falling from his lips like that was something I would remember forever.
As the call of passion came to claim us, we both answered, giving in with mutual surrender. Falling and falling, until we stopped and the pleasure tore us in two. I felt it for both of us.
His pumps slowed to a stop, and he looked down at me, breathing hard. I reached up to him, and he took my hand as he pulled me into his arms.
Cole pressed his head to mine and just held me the way I’d always imagined it would feel if we did this.
We did. He’d had me. He took that part of me that only I could give him, and it would always be his.
“Vanessa.” He breathed my name.
I looked up at him, and he lowered his lips to mine to kiss me. It was a kiss to seal the memory of the night.
