Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane 1)

“Oh my gosh,” I breathed. This was happening. This was really fucking happening.

From where I lay, all I could see was his head bobbing up and down, licking the forbidden juices away. I couldn’t look for long, though. The sensations rocked my body too much. I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I’d been at the top and ready to fall before he got between my legs, but this had taken me to a completely different height.

“Cane!” I squealed, clutching the sheets, his hair—clutching at anything that I hoped would catch my fall. But there was nothing to catch me. The climax was near, and the fall would come right after it. I knew it—had felt it once before. But not like this. No, nothing like this.

He grunted and ignored my pleas, eating my pussy like I was his last meal. His tongue was both torture and pleasure, pushing up and against my clit, then drifting back down to lap up every drop. He didn’t hold back at all. He was still gentle, but if I could compare him to anything, he would have been a hungry wolf. Aggressive. Possessive. In total control.

“Fuck,” he cursed, barely resurfacing. “Fuck, baby. You taste so damn good.” When his tongue plunged into me, it was a wrap. His silky tongue tipped me right over the edge. My back bowed, and my eyes practically rolled to the base of my skull. I tried controlling my body’s reaction, but it was damn near impossible.

There was no way I could control an orgasm this powerful and perfect. My legs locked, and Cane clutched my ass and groaned harder, but didn’t stop.

Before I knew it, I was crying his name.

Crying. It.

His name was my only chant. Cane. Cane. Yes, Cane!

I trembled with pleasure, wailed with ecstasy. My stiff legs quaked around his head, my pussy clenching tight with the release. It took a while for the fall to happen, but before it, Cane accepted every single drop, drinking me all in like the finest wine.

When I found ground, my whole body was weak. I was loose, to the point where I felt I would spill into a puddle on the floor if I moved an inch.

Cane dropped my legs on the bed and straightened himself again. He was even harder now, his cock practically begging to be set free.

“You’re still on birth control?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I assured him, still out of breath.

“Good. I hate condoms.” He shoved a rough hand through his hair, dropping his gaze to the bulge below. A deep, subtle laugh left him, his head hung low. “I’m fucking crazy. I know it. Look at me.” He rubbed his face a little too roughly. “Look how hard I am for you. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve felt like this. This eager. Like a teenage boy.”

I sat up sluggishly. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

“Oh, I don’t plan to, baby.” He grabbed my hand and helped me up from the bed. His hand then pressed on my shoulder, forcing me down until I was on my knees again. “Trust me when I tell you we have a long night ahead of us. I hope you’ve prepared for it.”

35

CANE

Her pussy tasted better than I imagined it would. She was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything I’d hoped she would be. I fucking loved it, but the wait was killing me now. I was trying hard to stay patient and rein in my impulses, but she made me want to lose every single ounce of control. I wanted to get lost inside her—so lost that I didn’t have to find my way back.

“Unzip my pants,” I demanded.

Never had I been so impatient. I’d had plenty of women in my life, all of them desperate and ready to please me, but none of them were like Kandy. She was ready to satisfy me, but still had her virginity. Her innocence was going to be mine soon.

All mine.

Grabbing at my belt, she pulled it off, and then unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was slow to come down. Fucking torture.

“You came hard for me,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Was it everything you imagined?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

I grabbed her hair, tugging on it lightly. “Pull my briefs down too.”

She did so immediately, rolling them down to my ankles. Releasing her hair, I stepped out of my pants and then bent over, taking the briefs off. When I stood straight again, my cock was pointed directly at her face. It was so hard that it looked angry—thick at the crown, and glistening at the tip. The sight of her licking her lips as she stared at it set my blood on fire.

“I want to apologize in advance.” I sighed and throbbed when her hands ran up my thighs.