Breaking Mr. Cane (Cane 2)

“How persuasive of you,” I crooned, thrusting between her legs. The only thing holding me back was my briefs and her panties. The ridge of my cock pushed on her lace-clad pussy and she moaned. I crushed her lips and swallowed that moan, one hand sliding down the outside of her thigh while the other worked on getting her panties off. When her panties were gone, I looked down and my mouth damn near watered. She’d listened to what I’d said, keeping her pussy fresh and shaved. She was pink and glistening, her hips shifting up, eager to be used.

I kissed my way down her body, leaving sweet drops on the nipples that were barely concealed by the white T-shirt she borrowed from me. I kissed between her breasts and down to her stomach. She tensed when I hovered over her pussy.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, purposely breathing on her.

She shuddered, bucking her hips upward, trying to get closer to my mouth, but I made sure to keep just enough distance to make her writhe. She groaned, fed up with my teasing. I laughed.

“You know I’m not patient, Cane,” she breathed.

“Your impatience satisfies me,” I admitted. “Lets me know that it will be a while before you stop wanting me.”

She picked the back of her head up to stare down at me, and her fingers ran through my hair as she said, “I’ll never stop wanting you.”

“How can you be so sure, baby?” I watched her eyes carefully.

She wanted to be serious, but when her eyes flickered down and she realized how close my mouth was to her exposed cunt, she let out a shaky breath and said, “I just know it.” She dropped her hand to rest on her elbows. Still peering down at me, she asked, “Will you stop wanting me?”

I licked my lips and dropped my eyes. She was about to speak again, but I cut her sentence short, sliding the tip of my tongue through the slit of her pussy. She was fresh and sweet and fucking perfect. My tongue plunged into her cunt and she let out a heavy moan, her fingers curling in my hair.

There was no way in hell I was going to stop wanting her. How? How could I stop wanting a woman who drove me crazy? How could I stop wanting someone who brought me peace and made me whole? How could I stop wanting a woman who always felt like she belonged to me? How could I stop wanting a woman who tasted so magnificent? I watched her get riled up with just my tongue in her pussy and it was like fucking magic. Her hips rotated, shifting up and down and then round in circles, her moans becoming shrill cries.

“I’m close,” she pleaded. “Cane.” She clutched a handful of my hair and squeezed, grinding her pussy on my tongue, bringing herself higher and taking what she needed. I loved when she got greedy—when it became too much to bear and she was in need of release immediately.

It didn’t take long for her to come. In a matter of seconds her body locked up, her grip tightened in my hair, and she was calling my name like her life depended on it.

I lapped my tongue around her delicate clit before grazing down and curling my tongue around the hole I was eager to be inside of. She shuddered with satisfaction, her body much more relaxed.

I pushed up, straining like hell in my briefs. I was about to rest between her legs, but she forced me onto my back, pressing a palm flat on my chest. I grunted as she rested on one elbow and slid the hand that was on my chest, down to my briefs.

“We’re doing that now?” I inquired, voice thick, husky.

She chewed on her bottom lip then lowered her body, pulling my briefs down just enough to reveal my cock. I was hard as hell, veins bulging, head swollen. The tip glistened with cum and Kandy dropped her head, sliding her flat tongue around it and licking it away.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. She gripped the base of my cock, suckling on the tip. It felt so fucking good, her velvety tongue swirling around the ridge of the head where it was most sensitive.

She pulled back up, pressing her body to mine, her hand still gripping my cock. With hooded eyes, I focused on hers, letting her take the lead. She kissed me once. Twice. She did it again and again until the simple pecks transitioned to deeper kisses and moans and groans and tongue locking. Through it all, she pumped my cock with ease, grip still tight, the pad of her thumb skimming over the slit, where pre-cum beaded up.

The kiss broke as she jacked my cock faster and faster, and my whole body tensed as she kept her face hovered above mine, teasing me with her mouth, knowing I wanted to kiss her, but refusing to give it to me. I knew what this was—her own sweet, twisted version of payback. I’d teased her, and now she was returning the favor in the best way possible.