Breaking Mr. Cane (Cane 2)

“Scared for myself? No. Scared for my mother and Lora? Yes. He can get to them way easier than he can to me. Especially my mom. He knows what to say to get inside her head. And nine times out of ten, if my mother is around, Lora is close by. I’m tempted to hire a bodyguard, but the man I have keeping tabs on him said he’s been staying in a motel. Said he doesn’t do much or seem like he’s leaving the area anytime soon, but I know him. He’s plotting.”

“Do you think everything will be okay?”

“It has no choice but to be.” I peered up and his jaw was clenching. When his eyes found mine, I realized they were cloudier. Darker. “I refuse to let him tear us apart again.”

“Well, do what you have to do,” I murmured. “Protect them as much as you can. Hire a bodyguard if things get suspicious with Buck.”

“I plan on it.”

I sighed, pulling my arm away and dropping my feet. When I stood up, I tugged on his hand, forcing him to stand.

“I know you’re stressed,” I said, running my hands up his chest until they reached his shoulders. I pushed the arms of his dress shirt down, running my palms over his inked arms. “But it’s my last night here. You probably won’t see me again for a few months.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Just under a lot of stress.”

I smiled up at him. “Well, tell me how to relieve it.”

A faint smile swept over his lips.

“Should I get on my knees?”

“I think you should,” he rumbled, but I was already on my way down. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and he let out a sigh.

“Just let me take care of you.” I tugged on his boxers and his cock sprung out, semi-hard but still so big. I found it astounding that my mouth watered at the sight of him. He was all man, pure perfection, and I wanted a taste. Badly. I wasted no time taking him into my mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” he let out a raspy groan, holding the top of my head. I held his hips and pulled my mouth away, forcing him to sit back down in the chair.

“Just relax. Okay?” I looked up at him as he spread his legs apart again. His eyes were fierce and hungry as he watched me run my tongue over my lips.

I started at his shaft, licking my way up to his now swollen head, and he breathed harder. “Oh, God.” His voice was breathy, heavy.

I wrapped my lips around him, just enough for him to feel me there, but didn’t suck. Not yet. He groaned, still staring down at me, waiting for what was next.

I gripped his cock in my hand, lowering my face to suck on his balls. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, and this time his head fell backwards and hit the chair. He was relaxing, but his hips were pushed up, his cock eager and in need of release.

I kept going, his cock growing harder in my hand, then I came back up, resting my elbows on the tops of his thighs and taking his entire cock into my mouth. I gagged around his thick, full length, and he let out a deep moan before cursing under his breath.

“Look at me,” he insisted, and I did. I focused on him, my lips wrapped around him, sucking him in the same fluid motion. My head bobbed and he wrapped a palm around the back of it, forcing my head down for several seconds, his cock deep in my throat.

I could feel him throbbing in my mouth, like he was close. When he released me, I gasped for air and then said, “Do whatever you want to do to me right now.”

If his eyes weren’t hot and hungry before, they were on fire now. Without warning, he held either side of my head and thrust his hips upward, fucking my mouth.

He wasn’t gentle or easy. He literally fucked my mouth like he was releasing all of the stress and pent up frustrations. My vision became blurry as I gagged around him, but I didn’t look away. I wanted him to know that I could handle this and that I was here for whatever he needed.

He kept pumping his hips upward, but moved one hand away and used the other to grip the top of my head. With one final thrust up, he shoved himself deep into my mouth, and then let out a ferocious groan.

“Ah, fuck, Kandy,” he growled. “Just what I needed.” His body tensed as he came, and as his warm cum spilled down my throat, I swallowed every drop.

He pulled his hand away and I moved back, wiping the corners of my mouth with the pad of my thumb.