Breaking Mr. Cane (Cane 2)

“You want to know what I thought about?” He pressed his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to lie down before climbing between my legs. I was only in my panties, and he tucked his fingers beneath the straps at my waist, wrenching them down to my ankles. When they were gone, he fiddled with the button of his pants.

“What?” I asked as he pushed his pants and briefs down next, just enough to pull his large cock and balls out.

“I thought about the sounds of your moans when I first put my cock inside you.” He turned me on my side, gripping himself with one hand while lifting the bottom of my thigh with the other to push the head of his cock into my pussy. As he did, I couldn’t hold back on the moan that had built up inside me. “I thought about how tight you felt when I first broke you in. How you dug your fingernails into my skin because I was too much for you—too big for your virgin pussy.” He thrust forward, and then drew back, and an impatient sigh escaped me. “I thought there was no way in hell I was going to last for long when you were so fucking tight. And when you clenched your pussy around my dick…fuck,” he rasped, and the deepness in his tone made my pussy throb.

He released a ragged sigh, gripping my hip and giving a relentless stroke. Then he picked up his pace, going primal for several seconds and taking what he needed while my breaths became tattered and hasty with each rapid thrust. It felt so good, but it was also torture. He was teasing me. Playing with my body, my mind, and I loved it. I loved it so damn much.

“But my favorite thought…” he went on, voice tight like he was close. He decreased the momentum to pull his hand off my thigh and slide it up to my chest. When he wrapped his hand around my throat, lightly locking and resting his fingers at my pulse, I quivered with lust. “…is when I wrapped my hand around your throat like this while fucking you, and you were left with no choice but to come all over my cock.” He leaned down, stealing a full, savory kiss from my lips, his hand still fixed around my throat. “That’s when I realized how perfect we were together.” Another kiss, and a little tongue that sent me spiraling into a reckless moan. “That’s when I realized that you truly are mine, Kandy.”

“Oh my God, Cane,” I breathed, holding his face and devouring his lips again. I couldn’t control my body. I was close and didn’t know how to handle the rush.

“Come for me, baby,” he demanded gruffly on my lips. “Wanna feel your pussy soak my cock all over again.”

His voice was dangerous. I trembled, feeling a wave of pleasure ride through my entire body. It rocked me hard, and went straight to my core. I held Cane’s face tighter, sucked on his bottom lip as he plunged even deeper, and then I came. I came for him, like he’d wanted me to, and when he felt my juices coating the length of him, his groan was ravenous.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “That’s exactly what I wanted, baby.” He pulled his hand from my throat and worked his hips in rapid thunder. Slapping noises bounced off the walls, blood rushed to my ears. My pussy savored every single penetrating move. A raucous groan ripped through him and he stilled on top of me, hanging his head and crushing my mouth with his like his life depended on it.

We both sighed and whimpered behind the rough kiss. I clenched and released and he throbbed and twitched, spilling all he had within me.

He shifted back so I could drop my leg and lay flat on my back, then maneuvered between my legs, pressing his forehead down on mine. “Wish I could stay like this with you forever.”

“I know. Me too.” My heart sank when I realized that in only a few hours, I would have to go. I didn’t want anyone asking questions about where I’d been either. I was going to have to leave soon, even though I really, really didn’t want to. I wanted to stay with him. “Will I see you again soon?” I asked.

“Of course you will.”

“I’ll be back in Georgia for Thanksgiving break. Maybe we can meet up while I’m there.”

“We can. I should be home for Thanksgiving. My mother is cooking—wants me to be there to revive the family…whatever that means,” he laughed, picking up his head.

“Does she know about Kelly?”

“No, she doesn’t, and I’d prefer if it stayed that way. I moved my sister into a place as soon as I could. She was there for a while, hated Kelly’s guts whenever she just so happened to stop by. I don’t want her meeting my mother at all.” He made a face and looked away.