Breaking Mr. Cane (Cane 2)

“Cane,” she moaned as I drew back. I pushed forward again, picking up one of her legs and pressing her knee to her chest, my other hand cupped the back of her neck, and my cock had a mind of it’s own. Looking down, I watched as my cock slid in and out of her beautiful, wet pussy.

“Shit, I’ve missed this,” I groaned.

“Swear,” she whimpered.

“Swear it on my life, baby.” I dropped my face, burying it in the crook of her neck. “I’ve missed this. Us. You and me. I missed having your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock.” She moaned louder when I provided another stroke.

“Tell me what you’ve missed,” I demanded.

“Everything.” Her breath was warm as it ran over my chin. “I missed your hands, and how they held me like this,” she panted, sliding a palm down my arm. “I missed your mouth, and how ours were like magnets when we were close like this.” I sighed, swelling up inside her. Her voice was going to be my undoing. “I miss your cock, and how good it makes me feel. How big you feel inside my pussy. Sometimes I feel too small for you, but I’ll take everything you give me because I need it. I love it and miss it so much.” She sighed on my mouth, and I couldn’t help myself. I picked up my pace, my grip around the back of her neck tightening.

Her breathing picked up with every rapid thrust, her beautiful tits bouncing with the momentum. I dropped her knee, wrapped both hands around her thin waist, and forced her legs around either side of mine. At this angle, her pussy was even tighter around my cock.

I was so fucking hard inside her that it was becoming unbearable—too much to hold back. She was right. She was too small for me. It took everything in me not to come on the spot when I first broke through.

I stared down at her, watching her writhe and bite into her bottom lip. Her tits kept bouncing and her brown nipples were erect, dying to be sucked. I dropped my head, latching my mouth around it, sucking like my life depended on it.

“Shit,” I rumbled around her nipple. “I’m about to come.” Fire built up inside me, memories replaying in my head. Memories of all the things I missed. The lake house, the tenderness, the fiery passion only we could conjure.

With several more deep strokes, I came. I came hard and swift and there was no stopping it.

“Oh, shit.” My mouth was on her chest, a hard shudder taking over me with every gush of release.

Moaning, she ran her nimble fingers through my hair. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come like that. Shit—the last time it’d happened was with her, on the sofa in my office. I hadn’t touched a woman since. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything with anyone else.

I picked my head up and she was already staring down at me.

“Not done,” I mumbled, pulling out and bringing my face between her legs. I lowered a hand, dipping a finger between her folds and sliding it down to her pussy. She clenched around my finger when I pressed my thumb down on her clit. “You like that?” I murmured, and she nodded, clutching the sheets.

“I need it,” she moaned.

“Need what, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to make me come,” she begged. “It’s been so long.”

That was all she had to say. I kept a finger inside her and leaned forward, sealing my mouth around her clit. She let out a shrill gasp, her fingers going straight for my hair to clutch it. I didn’t stop. I knew her clit was her trigger spot so I rolled my tongue over it repeatedly, which made her moans come out heavier. I dipped another finger inside and that’d truly tipped her over the edge.

“Oh, Cane!” she cried out. Her slick cunt tightened around my fingers and she worked her hips in small circles until she came. She squealed next, and as badly as I wanted to smile with satisfaction, I refused to stop giving this woman all the pleasure I owed. She came in a matter of seconds, gripping my hair tight.

When she was over the high, her hips fell like dead weight and she let out a soft gasp.

I pulled my mouth and fingers away, gazing up at her. She’d thrown an arm over her forehead, and as I rose between her legs, she focused on me. I brought those same fingers to my mouth and sucked the cum away. It was a combination of both of us, the taste of it pure, illicit perfection.

She smiled, covering her eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that.” Humor laced her voice.