Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane 1)

I started with just the head of my cock, inching it in slowly. She winced, and her fingernails dug into my back. The pain shot through me, but it didn’t bother me. She could stab me with her nails until I was scarred for months if it helped. I just knew I couldn’t stop.

I slid in a little deeper, and she cried out a little.

“It’s okay,” I cooed. “You have to relax your body, Kandy. You can’t tense up, or it’ll hurt more. Understand?”

She nodded.

“You can close your eyes if you want to,” I offered, but she shook her head rapidly.

“No. I need to see you.” She glanced down, where we were starting to conjoin. I had a several more inches to go. “Keep going.”

I clutched the back of her neck, planting my mouth on top of hers. I wanted to do everything I could to distract her from the pain. She brought her hand up and squeezed a handful of my hair while the fingernails of her other hand dug into me again. She whimpered and even said “ow” on my mouth. I was about to pull back, but she held me close, refusing to let go.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. Keep going.”

Each plunge was slow. Gradual. Her pussy was slowly but surely spreading to wrap around my cock, and though it was probably hurting her, to me it felt fucking amazing. She was way tighter than I thought she would be. Her whimpers softened, but continued. She was tense, but steadily loosening up.

I became greedy, kissing her harder, holding her closer. Her next moan was unleashed and was much louder than the rest, and that’s when I knew every single inch of my cock was buried inside her. I lifted my head, my lips almost touching hers. For a moment, I couldn’t move.

The grip she had around me was fucking insane. She was so damn snug and wet. “Shit. You’re so tight, baby,” I groaned. “Don’t even want to move. Feels so good like this.” I locked on her eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she sighed and nodded.

“Want me to start?”

She nodded again.

“I’ll keep it slow.” I pressed up on my elbow and lightly shifted my hips. Just that one shift made her hiss. She squeezed her eyes shut for the first time.

“Fuck…Kandy. I can stop if this is too much for you,” I informed her again.

“No, Cane. Please.” She pulled me down, and my chest landed on top of hers.

She needed time to adjust around me. I slowly moved my hips forward and backward. With each thrust, she would wince or hiss, but I kept going like she’d asked, until finally her hisses transitioned to smooth moans.

“Still hurts?”

“Not as much,” she admitted breathily.

“Good.” I kept a steady pace, dropping my mouth to the crook of her neck. I kissed her there repeatedly, stroking as gently as possible. I wasn’t used to being gentle. Having her tight, virgin pussy wrapped around me wasn’t helping my urge to fuck her senseless, but it felt good—too good to ruin the moment with selfish desires.

Well, that’s what I told myself, anyway.

With every stroke, I was losing myself more and more. I could smell blood, feel it smearing on my thighs and pelvis, and that alone made me want to turn into a fucking animal because I did that. I broke her in and made her bleed. I did, and no one else. It was mine, and not a man on this earth could claim it but me.

“Faster,” she begged.

That was all I needed to hear. I pulled up, wrapping her legs around my waist and staring her deep in the eyes as my cock steadily pumped in and out of her pussy. There was blood all over me. All over her. I should have stopped and took care of it, but I couldn’t.

I kept fucking her, taking away that innocence and soiling my sweet Kandy. Making her filthy and impure, everything I’d desired. She moaned louder, her fingernails sinking into the sheets.

“I need to feel you come around my dick, Kandy. Will you do that for me?” I panted.

“I’ll try,” she moaned.

“No, baby, you won’t try. You will.”

I pressed my thumb on her clit, thrusting in and filling her up inch by inch. She moaned even louder, crying my name.

Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I was one-hundred percent sure that she was going to wring me dry.

“Shit.” I leaned forward and sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth before releasing it. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good.” My teeth grazed over her nipple, eyes darting up to find hers. Hers were squeezed shut, her breaths unsteady. “This is what you wanted, right?”

“Yes,” she groaned.

“You wanted me to fuck you like this? Take what’s always been mine?”

“Yes!” she cried.