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In short, she realized, she submitted.
And he took what she willingly gave. Over and over his dick moved in and out of her. At times, she worried the glass wouldn’t hold and he’d fuck her right through it, breaking the glass as he thrust himself harder and deeper.
“You like a fat cock in your pussy?” One hand held her chin steady while his lower body pounded into her. “This is what your pussy wants, isn’t it?”
She made a noise that sounded to her like something between a moan and a strangled yes.
He chuckled even as he continued his relentless, punishing torment. “Finally rendered you speechless.”
Smug bastard. She wanted to respond with a biting and sarcastic remark, but couldn’t do it since he was 100 percent correct. He dragged a finger across her clit and she sucked in a breath. No, there was no trace of sarcasm to be found anywhere in her body, and at the moment, it didn’t bother her a bit. Not as long as he continued what he was doing. And she didn’t mind if he never stopped.
“Since I instructed you to be silent, you can’t ask for permission to come,” he said, his fingers circling her clit before brushing over it so softly, it seemed almost like a whispered invitation to give in to the orgasm building much too quickly. “But you feel so good, and I know you’re going to feel even better when you come with me buried deep inside. Come whenever you like.”
With his permission granted, she felt a tension she didn’t realize she had leave her body in a whoosh. She relaxed against the window, giving herself over to him and allowing him to take complete charge of her entire being.
“Good slut,” he murmured.
She realized he’d been holding back, and just how much, at that moment. Somehow he was going faster and deeper, a feat she wouldn’t have thought possible mere seconds before.
It didn’t take long for it to become clear she wasn’t going to last much longer. Especially not with his increased movements. She didn’t fight it but let her release sweep over her in a massive wave of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he swore behind her or over her or somewhere around her. She couldn’t tell and didn’t care.
Surprisingly enough, a second one soon followed the first. Not as strong, but undeniably awesome. She’d never experienced multiple orgasms before. But before she could process the fact that it’d happened, Terrence was thrusting into her with renewed purpose, and within seconds, his own release followed.
Still breathing heavily, he pulled her away from the window and down onto a blanket he must have brought with him when he came up the stairs. He was unexpectedly gentle after disposing of the condom, gathering her into his arms and speaking soft, tender words of praise while caressing her with soothing hands.
She wasn’t even aware of falling asleep, only the feeling of contentment and the shocking sensation of being home.
Chapter 19
VERONICA
Some part of Veronica became aware of being carried, but because she was in that odd state of not quite awake and not quite asleep, it wasn’t clear if she dreamed it or not. Something or someone nearby smelled good, and she snuggled closer. A man’s warm laugh surrounded her, and she smiled as the world once more faded.
The next time,she was more alert.
She was standing.
Where the hell was she? How did she get here? And why was she standing?
Dense forest surrounded her on all sides, but she assumed the ocean was nearby because she heard the faint roar of crashing waves. She stood on a path of sorts, or at least she assumed it was a path; the grass under her feet appeared to have been walked on slightly more than the grass off to her side.
But a path to where? The ocean? That seemed most likely. But why was she here, and more importantly, where was here?
If she could get to the shoreline, maybe it’d shed some light on things. She looked around, trying to determine which way would lead her there quicker, go forward the way she faced or turn around and go that way? It was impossible to know, seeing as how they both looked the same.
A tree branch snapped behind her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. With her hand on her chest, she spun around to see who, or what, it was.
“Sorry,” a beautiful woman said who looked to be only a few years older than Veronica. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to see me or not. You didn’t arrive like the other two.”
The other two what? And why wouldn’t she be able to see her? Veronica wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to those questions yet, so instead, she went with her third question. “How was I supposed to arrive?”
It wasn’t until the words left her mouth that Veronica realized how ridiculous the question was since she had no clue how she arrived in the first place.
But if the strange woman thought anything at all about their current situation was odd, it didn’t show. In fact, the woman waved her hand as if shooing the question away altogether. “Eh, it’s no big deal. It’s only that instead of a hospital, you’re in my house.” She tilted her head. “Well, that and you haven’t had a near-death experience. At least, I don’t think you did?”
Veronica felt the need to reply since she’d stated it like a question. “Not that I’m aware of.” Her face heated at her unspoken thought: Not unless you count the best sex ever as a near-death experience. Hadn’t she read once that orgasms were little deaths?
