Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane 1)

She opened her eyes, and they begged me for something. I wasn’t sure if they were begging me to make her come, or begging me to come inside her. Whatever it was, it riled me up and made my blood boil. I lost all control when her big, brown eyes hooked me.

I groaned, slamming my hips forward a little too roughly. She cried out, and I thought I’d hurt her, until she said, “Yes, Cane!” She liked this. The pleasure and the pain. Seeing me like this—above her. In control. Dominating this pussy.

She’d clench, and I’d stay still long enough to feel her cunt throbbing.

“Please, Cane,” she pleaded, bringing her hands up to her breasts. “I think I’m close.”

Her back had bowed, her nipples taut and thick as she rubbed her thumbs over them. I pressed my thumb to her delicate clit again and rubbed it in small circles.

It was just enough to tip her over the edge.

I felt her sweet pussy tighten around me and then her legs locked, which knocked me off balance and made me collapse on top of her.

“Oh, Cane,” she cried out, and with three more gradual, deep pumps, I was coming too. I thought I would be able to control it—last a little longer—but that shit wasn’t happening the first time. I’d wanted this to happen for so damn long and now that it was, I refused to hold back.

“Fuuuck.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck, clutching her hips.

I should have felt like shit for coming inside her, but I didn’t. In that moment, I couldn’t think about anything else but how wet and tight she was, how every time I throbbed and knew my cum was filling her up, her pussy would clench to savor it. I came deep in Kandy’s little pussy, and for the first time in a while, I felt only pleasure and passion and power. I felt complete and fulfilled, like nothing in this world could stop me.

Coming inside her was something I’d fantasized about and imagined, but actually doing it made me feel like a fucking king.

“Damn,” I groaned, dragging my lips up to her ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

I picked my head up to look at her, and she was smiling. That surprised me, but in a good way. I was glad I hadn’t hurt her. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited, either,” she admitted with a giggle in her voice.

“Fuck,” I chuckled. “You’ve got me stuck, baby. Can barely fucking move.”

She giggled again.

I finally found some strength, though my bones felt like they were made of jelly, and pulled out of her. I looked down at the mess we’d created. The sheets were stained with splotches of red, and it was all over our midsections. She sat up and looked down for a moment, before pinning her eyes on me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I climbed off the bed and grabbed her hand. “Don’t be.” Tugging on it, I made her come to the edge of it before standing in front of me. I wrapped an arm around her waist, then tipped her chin with my free hand, giving her a deep, smooth kiss. She moaned, bringing a hand up to wrap it around the back of my neck. This kiss was meant to be short and quick, but in that moment, neither of us was willing to let go. I, for the life of me, couldn’t stop it. Something had come over me. I didn’t recognize this territorial, greedy side of myself, but I refused to put a stop to him.

I don’t know how long the kiss lasted. Before I could think things through, I had picked her up in my arms and was taking her to the bathroom. I placed her on top of the counter and finally broke the kiss. Her lips were pink and mine felt raw.

“Let’s shower,” I murmured. She held my hand, not wanting to let it go, but did so reluctantly when I made way for the shower. I started it up, and soon the bathroom was cloudy with steam. I grabbed her by the waist and helped her off the counter, letting her in before me.

I helped her wash up, running a sponge over her back and over her supple breasts. She took care of the rest while I washed myself.

When she was finished, her dark hair wet, and water trickling over her lips, she peered up at me.

I stared down at her.

It seemed we both wanted the same thing in the heat of that very moment. No words needed to be shared. The blazing lust dripped out of our pores and swirled in our eyes, making it all the more obvious.

She took a step toward me, and I picked her up by the waist, pressing her back to one of the shower walls as she locked her legs around me.