Loving Mr. Cane (Cane 3)

My eyes filled with tears as I nodded.

“She doesn’t own this scar, Kandy. She doesn’t own you. Your body is yours. Your mind is yours. Don’t let either one escape you again.” He dropped another kiss on it. “I take you as you are, Kandy. With or without scars. With or without babies. With or without tears. It changes nothing for me, and I mean it. I still love you the same—if not more. I don’t care what you go through or how much shit changes while we’re together, I’m here for you. I accept you, and this scar?” His head shook. “It means nothing to me because I see you as so much more than you see yourself.” He brought a hand up to push my legs apart. “And I mean it, baby. I fucking love you, from the bottom of my heart, and always will.”

After his last statement, his tongue pushed through the lips of my pussy. A gasp so sharp it could have cut through glass ripped right through me, and my back bowed. He held my waist, plunging his tongue deeper, rolling it over my aching clit. I’d been worked up for months, and was sure he had been too. We fooled around and teased, and I think all of it led up to this very moment.

My fingernails dragged over the sheets, and I moaned harder with every swirl of his tongue. Tears were at the corners of my eyes, on the verge of falling, and as he lapped me up, devouring me like I was all he ever wanted to taste, the tears fell, and I came. I came so hard and so fast that I didn’t even have time to prepare for it.

My cries echoed off the walls, a mixture of release and ecstasy bursting through me. In that moment, I was letting it all go. The hurt, the fear, the loneliness—everything that was setting me back before.

Cane was right. I was letting what happened rule me, even when I promised myself I wouldn’t. She was in my past.

Gone.

Abandoned.

Dust.

But he was here—right here—giving me everything I wanted and needed.

This wasn’t my typical kind of orgasm. No, this was ethereal. My tears wouldn’t stop flowing, and my cries transitioned to whimpers. My worries had been chased away, and all I wanted was him. He climbed on top of me as the wave of my release settled, kissing my lips, drinking my cries. Eventually, I started kissing him back, digging my nails into his waist. I felt his cock at my entrance, and he breathed raggedly. He was so hard—I could feel him, dying to be inside me.

“You okay?” he asked, smoothing my hair back.

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Take me. Please?” I begged.

He was torn, I knew. Like he’d said earlier, he didn’t want to hurt me. I knew all he wanted to do was go fast and come, but he didn’t. He thrust into me, and I held onto him tightly.

“Kandy, I—”

“Keep going,” I pleaded, and as if he couldn’t resist the sound of my voice, the way that I begged, he thrust even deeper. There was a sharp pain that made me gasp, and he was about to jerk back, but I shook my head, holding him. “Don’t stop,” I breathed. “It’s okay. Keep going.”

His breaths came out ragged and quick and with one more thrust, he was fully inside me. I gasped even louder, a heavy sensation taking over me. “Fuck, Kandy,” he hissed. “I’m stopping.”

“No, Cane.”

“Yes! I’m hurting you!”

“No, you’re not. I swear.” I clutched his upper arm with one hand, using my other to pull his face closer to mine. I kissed him deep, and he groaned behind my lips. I expected him to pull away—I felt the resistance as I claimed his lips—but then he let go, and his muscles relaxed, and slowly his hips began to move. His strokes were short and easy, and with each one, the pain faded.

I held onto him even tighter and kissed him as hard as my lips would allow me to. Cane broke the kiss, cursing beneath his breath. “Fuck,” he growled on my mouth. Bringing his hands up, he cradled my face in his hands, devouring me all over again. His cock felt so big inside me that it was almost unbearable, but the longer he went, the more my body adjusted to his size again.

Every single one of my moans became tangled with his groans. Every breath was a release of the toxic past that I so badly wanted to leave behind. He dropped his head, resting his forehead on my shoulder, his cock buried deep inside me. I missed this feeling so much.

Him on top of me.

Him inside me.

Owning me.

“Gonna come inside of you,” he panted, and it didn’t matter to me if he did or didn’t. I nodded, wanting to give him whatever he needed. My pussy clenched around his girth, and as he pumped just a little bit faster, a growl ripped through him. “Ah, shit, Kandy,” he moaned, his mouth going to the crook of my neck.