I was close…
Close.
Close.
And then it happened.
Only this time, it was much more powerful than the first time in the den. I came hard, gripping his arm tight. I accidentally bit his bottom lip and he hissed, but didn’t draw back.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, but I was still coming and he was still thrusting his finger and palming my clit, making sure he collected every ounce of what he worked hard to score.
He grabbed my face with his other hand, forcing my eyes on him as I panted. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that?” His lips met mine one more time, his tongue getting a thorough taste of me, and then he pulled away. “Relaxed?” He smirked at me.
I nodded, sitting up sluggishly. “Yes,” I admitted breathlessly. “Very relaxed.”
34
KANDY
After my bath, Cane stepped out of the room to let me get dressed. I shuffled through my suitcase until I found the outfit I’d planned to wear—a sheer black gown that hugged my body. Despite the tightness, it still managed to be comfortable. I’d bought it with the spending money Mom had given me.
I didn’t want Cane having any reason to deny me. If that meant dressing like an escort, so be it. I’d bought it for only his eyes to see.
After I rubbed lotion on my legs and arms, brushed my teeth and hair, and checked the mirror a thousand times, the sun was no longer in sight. The sky still had a trace of light far off in the distance, but it was mostly dark now. Cane had lit candles in almost every corner of the bedroom, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
I was ready now. Still nervous as hell, but ready.
I sat on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs. As if he were on cue, Cane came back into the room, still looking amazingly handsome. As if he didn’t recognize me, he blinked rapidly before giving me a thorough sweep up and down with his eyes. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my face blooming with heat.
“Too much?” I asked softly.
“No.” He took a step forward. “It’s perfect.”
I dropped my gaze, releasing my trapped lip. “Cane?”
“Yes?” He’d taken several steps closer, his eyes flashing from the candle light.
“I don’t want you to think about anything else but me tonight. Okay?”
He looked me over, puzzled for a brief moment. I don’t know if he was coming to terms with it, or if my request was unreasonable, but he finally straightened his back and said, “Okay.”
After that, his eyes darkened and his jaw pulsed. This was a new Cane, in a completely different light. A darker, more mysterious man. A man who was ready to unleash everything he’d kept bottled inside.
My request, I believe, is what skyrocketed the evening. Before, he seemed to be holding back, waiting for me to let him know that this was okay and that it was all I ever wanted.
Well, it was. I needed this to happen right now. What we had at home had been placed on the back-burner. This was our escape—our moment—so we had to enjoy it. If there was one thing I knew, it was that escape was only temporary. So if this was going to be temporary, I wanted to fulfill myself and get as much out of this as possible.
“So…what now?” I was truly curious. I had no idea what came next. Did I go to him, or did I wait for him to come to me?
Cane’s jaw locked. He was quiet for so long that it made me fidget. My pulse skittered, creating a chaotic racket in my ears.
Finally making a move, he took a step to the left and pulled his shirt over his head. As he did, I couldn’t help staring at the ink and abs that’d been hidden beneath the thin layer of cotton. He tossed the shirt aside, eyes falling down to mine again. All he had left were the black suit pants from earlier. The bulge between his thighs had grown.
“I want you on your knees,” he commanded, voice gruff. This was a new voice. It held the same deep, demanding baritone he used when he’d had enough of waiting. “If you really want me,” he continued, “kneel for me. Right now.”
I swallowed thickly, focused on him as I slid off the edge of the bed and fell into place. My knees pushed together when they hit the floorboards, my hands shaky. I don’t know why they were shaking. Why was I so fucking nervous? I hoped he couldn’t tell.
He squared his shoulders, chin tipped up. “Crawl to me,” he ordered, a simple demand that sent chills down my spine. I leaned forward, pressing my palms flat on the floor, my hair falling around my face. I dropped my head to look at the floor, but he grunted with disapproval. “Eyes on me.” I picked my head back up, focusing on him, and with that, I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smirk form on the edges of his lips. I crawled on the cold, wooden floors—hand, knee, hand, knee—my heart beating like a drum. “Good girl,” he sighed, as if the sight of me on my knees gave him satisfaction.
When I was at his feet, still peering up at him, he lowered to a squat and placed a finger beneath my chin. “You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I vowed.
“Good, because you’ll be doing a lot more for me tonight, little one.” He stood back up, his muscles flexing.
He shut his eyes for a brief moment and inhaled, and my stomach flipped. Panic swam through me. He was thinking too much about this. I knew what was on his mind. The guilt and secrets he’d have to keep buried once this was done.
“Cane,” I pleaded.
He held up a hand, head shaking.
I pressed my lips together, waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
“Get on the bed,” he finally said. His voice was harsher. He dropped his head to glare down, and I slid back a bit before rising. I made my way toward the bed, and he ordered me to lie flat on my back. I did as told while he stepped near the bottom of the bed, watching me with intense eyes.
“Have you ever played with yourself before, Kandy?”
His question caught me off guard. “W-what?”
“Have you ever made yourself come with your own hands?” he asked, like the question was a simple one to answer. Like he was asking if I liked cream with my coffee.
I shook my head. “No.”
His eyebrows shifted up, surprise in his features. “You’ve never tried?”
“I’ve tried but never had anything happen.”
Still standing at the bottom of the bed, he grabbed my ankles, lightly dragging me toward him. He was hovering above me when his hands came up to my thighs, shifting the sheer material of my dress up to my waist. I nearly stopped breathing when his hot skin skimmed over mine. He noticed. “What have I told you, Kandy? Breathe,” he insisted. Though he’d demanded it, his voice was soothing. His eyes shifted down to my pussy, and he stared for several seconds, unblinking.
I’d shaved this morning, long before Cane came to pick me up.
I was fresh. Bare. Ready. I’d read many articles about what to do down there before sex. I wasn’t bold enough to go for a Brazilian wax, nor did I have the money for it, so shaving was the best I could do for now. He seemed pleased, though.
“This,” he groaned, running a hand over the smooth mound. A tattered breath shot out of me, and my pulse quickened. “Make sure you’re always like this when I have you.”
His thumb skimmed over the slit, lightly dipping between the lips of my pussy to press on my clit. I gasped, and he’d clearly gotten a thrill out of it because his eyes widened and shimmered.
Straightening his back, he said, “Show me how you’d play with yourself.”
My heartbeat became heavier. “I don’t know if I can,” I said.
“I know, I know.” He shut his eyes and released an unsteady breath, like all of this was unbearable—like his patience was wearing thin and all he wanted to do was thrust hard and relentlessly into me. But he kept his composure. He didn’t want to rush this. “Show me how you’d play with yourself with me on your mind. What would you do? Where would you want to be touched?” His palm ran up my thigh. “Where would you want to be kissed? Licked? Fucked?” His eye
s fluttered open again.
I wanted to blink, but couldn’t. The look in his eyes was both terrifying and thrilling.
“Cane, I— ”
“This is new for you, I know,” he crooned. “But I know you. I know you’ve at least thought about coming for me. Show me.”
He wasn’t lying. I’d thought about touching myself while thinking about him many, many times, but it never lived up to what I really wanted. I’d stopped a long time ago, telling myself I would wait for his touch and eventually his cock.
I breathed as evenly as possible, dropping my right hand between my thighs and trailing the pads of my fingertips up them.
“Close your eyes and think about me,” he instructed, and I hesitated at first, but went through with it anyway.
Shutting my eyes, I let my hand take over. It instantly had a mind of its own. Or perhaps I was eager and so, so tired of waiting. I spread my legs apart so my right hand could find the soft heat between them, while my left hand traveled up to my lips. I lightly nibbled on my forefinger, using my other hand to spread the lips of my pussy apart.
I heard Cane let out a deep and heavy groan, a sound that fueled the most sensitive parts of me. I placed my middle finger on my clit and rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles. I couldn’t believe my own touch could shock me so much, but it did, and I let out a shaky gasp, dragging the hand that was between my lips down to my breast. I cupped my breast, still rubbing.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Now make yourself come.”
I didn’t know if I could, had never been able to truly make myself come, but I was determined to try for him. So I kept rubbing and squeezing and kneading. It felt amazing, and the fact that I was doing this to myself gave me a sense of empowerment.
I worked my hips up and down, applying more pressure with my finger. I wanted to see what I felt like, so I slid that same finger into my pussy. Soft. Damp.
“Damn, baby,” he rumbled. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. Couldn’t. He was the audience, and I was the performer—wanting to give him my all.
“Oh,” I moaned, and Cane gripped the top of my knee with one of his large hands. His touch ignited me, setting my whole body on fire, inside and out. I could imagine the flames running through me like a natural wildfire, burning everything and getting hotter and hotter by the second.
I rubbed faster, slid my finger deeper, repeating the actions over and over again until I felt heat building up in my core. The sensation was out of this world.
My eyes were squeezed so tightly I could see stars. “Oh, God…I think I’m about to—”
Shit. I was close.
So close.
“Cane,” I moaned. “Cane!” I don’t know why I’d called his name, but he clearly loved it because he gripped my knee tighter. Just as I was about to reach the brink, make myself come like he’d ordered, he pushed my hand away from my pussy. My eyes shot open.
“Wha—”
His head did one simple shake before he grabbed either side of my waist in his large hands, tilted my hips up, and dropped his head between my thighs. His mouth pressed on my pussy to kiss it, and I let out shrill sigh.
“Oh my gosh,” I gasped. “Wait…are you sure? There?”
“Yes, I’m sure. And yes, here.”
His velvety tongue parted the lips and slid through with ease, licking up and down to get a full taste. A shrill noise escaped me—one I never thought I could conjure up.
“Shit,” he hissed. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy, Kandy.” He tasted me again, his tongue doing a slow, torturous, gradual slide from my entrance to the delicate bundle of nerves. “Sweet as fucking candy, baby.” He swirled his tongue around on my clit again, gripping my hips even tighter, like he couldn’t hold on tight enough.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathed. This was happening. This was really fucking happening.
From where I lay, all I could see was his head bobbing up and down, licking the forbidden juices away. I couldn’t look for long, though. The sensations rocked my body too much. I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I’d been at the top and ready to fall before he got between my legs, but this had taken me to a completely different height.
“Cane!” I squealed, clutching the sheets, his hair—clutching at anything that I hoped would catch my fall. But there was nothing to catch me. The climax was near, and the fall would come right after it. I knew it—had felt it once before. But not like this. No, nothing like this.
He grunted and ignored my pleas, eating my pussy like I was his last meal. His tongue was both torture and pleasure, pushing up and against my clit, then drifting back down to lap up every drop. He didn’t hold back at all. He was still gentle, but if I could compare him to anything, he would have been a hungry wolf. Aggressive. Possessive. In total control.
“Fuck,” he cursed, barely resurfacing. “Fuck, baby. You taste so damn good.” When his tongue plunged into me, it was a wrap. His silky tongue tipped me right over the edge. My back bowed, and my eyes practically rolled to the base of my skull. I tried controlling my body’s reaction, but it was damn near impossible.
There was no way I could control an orgasm this powerful and perfect. My legs locked, and Cane clutched my ass and groaned harder, but didn’t stop.
Before I knew it, I was crying his name.
Crying. It.
His name was my only chant. Cane. Cane. Yes, Cane!
I trembled with pleasure, wailed with ecstasy. My stiff legs quaked around his head, my pussy clenching tight with the release. It took a while for the fall to happen, but before it, Cane accepted every single drop, drinking me all in like the finest wine.
When I found ground, my whole body was weak. I was loose, to the point where I felt I would spill into a puddle on the floor if I moved an inch.
Cane dropped my legs on the bed and straightened himself again. He was even harder now, his cock practically begging to be set free.
“You’re still on birth control?” he rasped.
“Yes,” I assured him, still out of breath.
“Good. I hate condoms.” He shoved a rough hand through his hair, dropping his gaze to the bulge below. A deep, subtle laugh left him, his head hung low. “I’m fucking crazy. I know it. Look at me.” He rubbed his face a little too roughly. “Look how hard I am for you. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve felt like this. This eager. Like a teenage boy.”
I sat up sluggishly. “Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Oh, I don’t plan to, baby.” He grabbed my hand and helped me up from the bed. His hand then pressed on my shoulder, forcing me down until I was on my knees again. “Trust me when I tell you we have a long night ahead of us. I hope you’ve prepared for it.”
35
CANE
Her pussy tasted better than I imagined it would. She was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything I’d hoped she would be. I fucking loved it, but the wait was killing me now. I was trying hard to stay patient and rein in my impulses, but she made me want to lose every single ounce of control. I wanted to get lost inside her—so lost that I didn’t have to find my way back.
“Unzip my pants,” I demanded.
Never had I been so impatient. I’d had plenty of women in my life, all of them desperate and ready to please me, but none of them were like Kandy. She was ready to satisfy me, but still had her virginity. Her innocence was going to be mine soon.
All mine.
Grabbing at my belt, she pulled it off, and then unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was slow to come down. Fucking torture.
“You came hard for me,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Was it everything you imagined?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
I grabbed her hair, tugging on it lightly. “Pull my briefs down too.”
She did so immediately, rolling them down to my ankles. Releasing her hair, I stepped out of my pants and then bent over, taking the briefs off. When I stood straight again,
my cock was pointed directly at her face. It was so hard that it looked angry—thick at the crown, and glistening at the tip. The sight of her licking her lips as she stared at it set my blood on fire.
“I want to apologize in advance.” I sighed and throbbed when her hands ran up my thighs.
“For what?”
“I want to use your mouth, Kandy. I need to fuck it. I told you it’s been a while since I’ve done anything, so if I just so happen to lose control and get a little rough, you’ll understand?”
“Yeah, I will.”
“Good.” I stroked her hair and then her cheek when she looked up at me with wide brown eyes. “Good.” The pad of my thumb skimmed over her full, pouty lips. “Open your mouth for me.”
She licked them before spreading her lips apart. She still peered up with those big, glossy eyes—eyes that made her look so fucking tempting.
I gripped the top of her head, bracing myself as I slowly entered her mouth. Her tongue was warm and perfectly wet. She sealed her mouth around me, and I groaned, shutting my eyes. “Fuck, Kandy.” Gripping her head tighter, I drew my hips back. “Remember what I told you when we did this before?”
“To breathe through my nose.”
“Good girl. That’s all you have to do. Breathe through your nose and focus on pleasing me.”
“Okay.”
I entered her mouth again, this time thrusting a little deeper. The tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, my sack on her chin. “Shit.” Both hands came down to her head, wrapping around it. I needed to come. It’d been a long fucking week, and after seeing her naked and watching her come twice for me, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I knew her pussy was soft right now, wet and ready for me.
All thoughts and desires to hold onto control vanished. I held her head like it was my personal fuck-toy, shoving my hips forward.
My one and only goal was to come deep down her throat. So I fucked her mouth, loving the sounds of her gags, easing up when I knew it was becoming just a little too much for her. She didn’t like when I eased up. She enjoyed this, probably just as much I did. She held my thighs for support and squeezed when it was unbearable, but never too often.
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