“Okay?” he breathed.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He thrust his hips forward, giving a powerful shove that made my toes curl. “I want to see how much of me you can handle.” He pushed forward again, one of his hands getting tangled in my hair. He wrapped his hand around the ends of it, forcing my face off the bed. I moaned louder, and he stroked deeper, his skin clapping on mine. “Can you handle that?” he asked, and though I couldn’t completely, I bobbed my head because I refused to admit any weakness when it came to him.
He held my hair tighter, grunting as he gripped my waist with his other hand and slammed forward again.
I whimpered and he leaned forward to kiss my spine, as if that kiss would make up for such a powerful drive. The grip in my hair went slack, and I looked over my shoulder at him. He was staring right at me, and when our eyes latched, he slammed forward again. And again. And one more time.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped when I let out a louder cry.
He was being rough. So rough. It was startling at first, but I couldn’t deny this. This was what I’d been waiting for—this side of him that had been hidden, patiently waiting to rear its naughty, twisted head. This was what he liked: rough, hard sex. Sex that made me breathless and weak while his cock grew harder with every primal thrust.
Something stung my ass next, and I realized it was his hand. It was hot in that area, and he spanked it one more time. “This beautiful, perfect ass,” he grunted. “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for so long, Kandy. Shit.”
He stopped working his hips to flip me over, but as soon as I was on my back, he was inside me again, burying himself so deep that my back arched, and I gasped for breath.
“Oh, shit,” he rumbled. “You are so fucking wet for me, baby.” He grabbed my legs and lifted them, putting his hands on top of my kneecaps and working his hips forward and backward. He picked up his pace, fucking me faster. Faster.
“Cane!” I screamed. I was so loud, but couldn’t control it, and he knew it. He knew it because his eyes flashed in the gold, flickering light, and his nostrils flared, like it made him even hotter to hear me desperate, calling his name. He kept rocking those hips, this time dropping his hands to wrap them around my throat. His grip was light, but slowly he applied pressure.
In that moment, I thought maybe there was something wrong with me. Maybe I was a crazy masochist who loved pain. Maybe something in me was broken, for relishing the frisson of fear combined with overwhelming pleasure.
When he did that, wrapped his large hands around my throat and took my life in his hands, I was struck dumb with lust. The loss of control drove my body wild. My moans were chaotic and my hips shifted up and down with every thrust he provided. His eyes were bolted with mine, and with one simple command, I witnessed fireworks.
“Come,” he commanded, cock buried deep, his hands still around my neck. “Come for me, Kandy. Come all over my dick, baby.”
His voice, his cock, his hands—it was all too much. My mind and body couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I was shooting up higher and higher, toward the stars and the moon—so high that I almost couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think.
Cane pulled his hands away, and with one powerful, full drive of his hips, I came. I came hard around him, clenching him to me like I was afraid he’d stop and not let me finish. My back arched and my pussy pulsing, soaking the entire length of him.
“Oh, yes, baby. Just like that. That’s exactly what I wanted,” he rasped. But he didn’t stop. He kept going until his body tensed and veins appeared on his neck and forehead.
Suddenly he jerked back and collapsed seconds later, his mouth crashing down on mine, and his teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “About to come.” He jerked his cock rapidly between our sticky bodies, his hot cum squirting all over my belly and pelvis. After his release, he finally set my lip free and dropped his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he whispered.
“You didn’t.”
He picked his head up, finding my eyes. “You enjoyed it?”
“Probably more than I should have,” I admitted with a silly smile.
He grinned, lowering his mouth to mine again. He kissed me softly. Once. Twice. I clenched and sighed. “You’re a dream, Kandy Cane.”
“I am?”
“Yes.” He pressed his lips together. “If only I could stay in this dream forever. I’d make you mine in every way.”