Chapter 3: Addicted to Her

The next morning, Cole tried to pretend everything was normal.

He took a long, cold shower, scrubbing his skin raw, but nothing could wash away the way he felt — the heavy, throbbing guilt tangled with the aching, desperate hunger for more.

When he came downstairs, Vanessa was already in the kitchen.

She stood at the stove, flipping pancakes, humming to herself.

Her hair was messy, falling around her shoulders.

Her tank top hung low, exposing the creamy swell of her breasts with every movement.

Cole stopped dead in the doorway, his cock twitching instantly.

Vanessa glanced over her shoulder and smiled — that lazy, knowing smile that made his knees weak.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she teased.

Cole muttered a greeting, not trusting himself to look at her.

The memory of the night before flooded his mind — her hand around his cock, her breast in his mouth, the way she had cooed at him as he came all over her.

He shifted uncomfortably, his shorts already tenting.

Vanessa noticed immediately.

She set the spatula down and turned to face him, leaning casually against the counter.

Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his shorts, and her smile widened.

"Poor baby," she murmured.

"You're still so sensitive."

Cole flushed, looking away.

Vanessa crossed the room in two steps, standing so close he could feel the heat radiating off her.

Her fingers hooked under his chin, forcing him to look at her.

"You don't have to hide from me," she whispered.

"I already know what you need."

Cole whimpered, shaking his head.

"This is wrong," he rasped.

"We shouldn't—"

Vanessa silenced him with a finger against his lips.

"Shh," she breathed.

"No more fighting it. You need me. And I need you."

Before he could protest, she pressed herself against him — full breasts flattening against his chest, thigh slipping between his legs.

Cole gasped, his cock grinding against her instinctively.

Vanessa chuckled low in her throat.

"See?" she whispered.

"Your body knows the truth, even if your mind tries to deny it."

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She kissed him then — not on the mouth, but along his jaw, his neck, little fluttering kisses that made him tremble.

Her hands slid under his shirt, palms hot against his skin.

"You're so beautiful," she murmured, pressing her lips to his collarbone.

"So sweet. So hungry."

Cole whimpered, clutching her hips desperately.

Vanessa rocked against him slowly, her thigh grinding against his erection.

"You're hard for me again," she whispered against his ear.

"So full. So desperate."

Cole shuddered, his cock throbbing painfully.

Without thinking, he ground against her, seeking friction.

Vanessa rewarded him with a soft moan, grinding back against him.

"That's it, baby," she whispered.

"Take what you need."

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They stumbled backward into the living room, knocking over a chair in their haste.

Vanessa shoved him down onto the couch, straddling him immediately.

Her tank top gaped open, her bare breasts spilling out, heavy and perfect.

Cole stared up at her, wide-eyed and panting.

Vanessa smiled down at him — slow and predatory — and cupped her breasts in her hands.

"You want these, don't you?" she whispered.

Cole whimpered and nodded.

"Then take them," she breathed.

"They're yours."

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He surged up, burying his face between them.

Vanessa gasped, cradling his head against her chest.

"That's it, baby," she whispered.

"Feed from me."

Cole latched onto one nipple, suckling greedily.

The taste of her skin, the weight of her breast filling his mouth — it drove him mad.

Vanessa rocked against him, grinding her soaked panties against his cock through his shorts.

"You make me so wet," she whispered.

"So hungry for you."

Cole whimpered, rutting against her helplessly.

She reached between them, tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock.

It slapped against his stomach — thick, leaking, desperate.

Vanessa moaned, grinding her core against him.

"You're perfect," she whispered.

"My beautiful boy."

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She stroked him slowly, her hand slick with his precum.

Cole sobbed against her breast, hips jerking.

"You're so full for me," Vanessa whispered.

"Such a good boy."

Her strokes quickened, milking him expertly.

Cole nipped at her nipple, making her cry out.

"You're hungry," she gasped.

"So hungry for my milk."

Cole whimpered, squeezing her hips.

Vanessa chuckled breathlessly.

"Not yet, baby," she whispered.

"But soon."

She tugged her panties aside, grinding her soaked folds against his cock.

Not taking him inside — just rubbing along his shaft, coating him with her slickness.

Cole cried out, clutching her desperately.

"You feel that?" Vanessa whispered.

"That's all for you."

She rocked against him harder, sliding her folds along his length.

"Cum for me, baby," she breathed.

"Mark me again."

Cole whimpered, trembling.

"You want to feed me, don't you?" Vanessa whispered.

"You want to fill me up."

Cole nodded frantically, grinding against her.

Vanessa kissed him hard — deep and filthy — and squeezed the head of his cock gently.

"Let go, baby," she whispered.

"Give it to me."

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Cole shattered.

He cried out — loud and broken — and came hard, coating her inner thighs and his stomach with thick, hot streams of cum.

Vanessa gasped, grinding against him through it, milking every last drop.

She rocked him gently as he trembled, nuzzling against her breasts.

"You're perfect," she whispered.

"My sweet, messy boy."

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They stayed tangled together on the couch, breathing heavily.

Cole buried his face against her chest, clinging to her.

Vanessa stroked his hair, humming softly.

"You don't have to fight it anymore," she whispered.

"You're mine."

Cole whimpered, nodding against her.

He was hers — body, mind, soul.

And there was no going back.