Wanting Mr. Cane

by Shanora Williams

  “Yes, Cane. I wouldn’t lie to you. The pack is in my bag, if you want to check.”

  “No. It’s fine.” He scanned my naked body twice, from head to toe. “I believe you.” He got on the bed and was between my legs before I could blink again. He leaned forward, resting his elbow outside my head, while his other hand pushed one of my legs up so my knee was almost touching my chest. “I only ask because I need to fuck you raw. I want to feel how wet you are, and how tight your pussy can get around me.”

  I nodded, but when I felt his cock poking at my entrance, I tensed up and pressed a hand to his shoulder.

  “You’re so big, Cane,” I whimpered. “I’m scared it’ll hurt.”

  “It will,” he stated blatantly. His expression was sympathetic. He brought a hand up to cup the back of my neck, while his thumb stroked the apple of my cheek. “I won’t lie to you and say it won’t, though I’m sure that’s what you want to hear. I’m a man, Kandy, and you’re a girl who hasn’t even been broken in yet. You’re so tight down there that you’ll have no choice but to bleed a little while I’m inside you.”

  I winced and my eyes burned. I wasn’t fond of pain.

  “We don’t have to,” he murmured, his face serious again. “I can work you up to it a little more before this happens. I don’t want to rush you—”

  “No.” I pulled him closer—so close his lips were almost touching mine. I could feel his heartbeat through my chest. “I know it will hurt, but I want to get it over with, and I want you. Now. We won’t have another chance like this.”

  He let out a measured breath. “I want to give you what you want but, Kandy…you look fucking terrified.”

  “I’m not.” I shook my head hard, but I wasn’t even sure if I believed myself. “Just a little nervous, but I’ll be okay. I promise.”

  His lips smashed together, and he stared at me like I knew he would—like he didn’t believe me.

  “I want it,” I assured him, and his eyes hardened. The hand he had around the back of my neck tightened.

  “I’ll take it slow,” he responded.

  I nodded and held him just as tight.

  “Watch my eyes,” he breathed. “Just look at me. Don’t think about the pain. Think about how it’ll feel when you’re past that point and finally have what you’ve always wanted.”

  “What’s that?” I whispered.

  He placed a kiss on my upper lip. “Me inside of you.”

  37

  CANE

  Crazy. That’s what this was.

  Fucking crazy.

  This girl. This moment. My chest felt so fucking tight, my heart slamming against my ribcage, but my balls were even tighter.

  I held the back of her neck and watched her warm eyes. She was so anxious, her eyes filled with too much worry. She had every right to be nervous. Maybe I was a little too big for her. Maybe she’d bleed more than she was supposed to. I’d never taken a woman’s virginity before, so breaking her in and loosening her up was going to require double the work.

  But this was Kandy.

  My Kandy. My baby.

  And as my baby, I knew I had to take care of her.

  “Ready?” I asked, shifting my hips upward.

  She nodded way too quickly, which proved she wasn’t ready for it, but rather ready to get it over with. “It’s okay,” I murmured.

  I started with just the head of my cock, inching it in slowly. She winced, and her fingernails dug into my back. The pain shot through me, but it didn’t bother me. She could stab me with her nails until I was scarred for months if it helped. I just knew I couldn’t stop.

  I slid in a little deeper, and she cried out a little.

  “It’s okay,” I cooed. “You have to relax your body, Kandy. You can’t tense up, or it’ll hurt more. Understand?”

  She nodded.

  “You can close your eyes if you want to,” I offered, but she shook her head rapidly.

  “No. I need to see you.” She glanced down, where we were starting to conjoin. I had a several more inches to go. “Keep going.”

  I clutched the back of her neck, planting my mouth on top of hers. I wanted to do everything I could to distract her from the pain. She brought her hand up and squeezed a handful of my hair while the fingernails of her other hand dug into me again. She whimpered and even said “ow” on my mouth. I was about to pull back, but she held me close, refusing to let go.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. Keep going.”

  Each plunge was slow. Gradual. Her pussy was slowly but surely spreading to wrap around my cock, and though it was probably hurting her, to me it felt fucking amazing. She was way tighter than I thought she would be. Her whimpers softened, but continued. She was tense, but steadily loosening up.

  I became greedy, kissing her harder, holding her closer. Her next moan was unleashed and was much louder than the rest, and that’s when I knew every single inch of my cock was buried inside her. I lifted my head, my lips almost touching hers. For a moment, I couldn’t move.

  The grip she had around me was fucking insane. She was so damn snug and wet. “Shit. You’re so tight, baby,” I groaned. “Don’t even want to move. Feels so good like this.” I locked on her eyes. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she sighed and nodded.

  “Want me to start?”

  She nodded again.

  “I’ll keep it slow.” I pressed up on my elbow and lightly shifted my hips. Just that one shift made her hiss. She squeezed her eyes shut for the first time.

  “Fuck…Kandy. I can stop if this is too much for you,” I informed her again.

  “No, Cane. Please.” She pulled me down, and my chest landed on top of hers.

  She needed time to adjust around me. I slowly moved my hips forward and backward. With each thrust, she would wince or hiss, but I kept going like she’d asked, until finally her hisses transitioned to smooth moans.

  “Still hurts?”

  “Not as much,” she admitted breathily.

  “Good.” I kept a steady pace, dropping my mouth to the crook of her neck. I kissed her there repeatedly, stroking as gently as possible. I wasn’t used to being gentle. Having her tight, virgin pussy wrapped around me wasn’t helping my urge to fuck her senseless, but it felt good—too good to ruin the moment with selfish desires.

  Well, that’s what I told myself, anyway.

  With every stroke, I was losing myself more and more. I could smell blood, feel it smearing on my thighs and pelvis, and that alone made me want to turn into a fucking animal because I did that. I broke her in and made her bleed. I did, and no one else. It was mine, and not a man on this earth could claim it but me.

  “Faster,” she begged.

  That was all I needed to hear. I pulled up, wrapping her legs around my waist and staring her deep in the eyes as my cock steadily pumped in and out of her pussy. There was blood all over me. All over her. I should have stopped and took care of it, but I couldn’t.

  I kept fucking her, taking away that innocence and soiling my sweet Kandy. Making her filthy and impure, everything I’d desired. She moaned louder, her fingernails sinking into the sheets.

  “I need to feel you come around my dick, Kandy. Will you do that for me?” I panted.

  “I’ll try,” she moaned.

  “No, baby, you won’t try. You will.”

  I pressed my thumb on her clit, thrusting in and filling her up inch by inch. She moaned even louder, crying my name.

  Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I was one-hundred percent sure that she was going to wring me dry.

  “Shit.” I leaned forward and sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth before releasing it. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good.” My teeth grazed over her nipple, eyes darting up to find hers. Hers were squeezed shut, her breaths unsteady. “This is what you wanted, right?”

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  “You wanted me to fuck you like this? Take what’s always been mine?”

  “Yes!�
�� she cried.

  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.

  “I want it again,” she breathed on my mouth.

  She had no idea how badly I wanted it too.

  I gave her what we both wanted. I was still slow to enter her, and she still hissed from the discomfort, but not as much as the first time. She had both arms wrapped around the back of my neck for support, and had bitten my bottom lip as I pushed into her.

  It only took a few strokes.

  A few light moans.

  Several heavy, deep groans.

  It was something about that shower—the steamy build up, the foggy glass, and the calming stream of water that did me in. Or maybe it was because this time, she was feeding me—giving me parts of her I never knew I wanted.

  Passion.

  Tenderness.

  Affection.

  Her kisses twisted me up inside in the best way possible. Her mouth tasted as sweet as her name and the shape and curves of her body in my hands was to die for.

  In that moment, I realized that this was what she’d been trying to show me all along.

  She wanted me to feel loved. Wanted. Appreciated.

  And it had worked because that night, I felt everything.

  38

  KANDY

  We laid down together after the shower.

  He held me. Kissed me. Cuddled me from behind.

  I was wrapped up in his warm arms and, though I was naked and damp, I’d never felt safer. It was the perfect night, and all because he was brave enough to give it to me.

  That night, it didn’t matter that we weren’t meant to be. It didn’t matter that he was seventeen years older, or that he was CEO of a million-dollar company and I a soon-to-be college student.

  None of it mattered because in that freshly made bed, beneath the white cotton sheets, with his muscular arms around me and his soft lips in my hair, we were one, and I refused to let the harshness of reality ruin our perfect moment.

  I don’t know when I’d fallen asleep, but when I woke up, it was still dark outside, and I was no longer tangled in Cane’s arms. The candlelight still flickered, creating bouncy, bold shadows on the wall.

  I was naked, the thin white sheets the only thing covering my body. I slid off the bed and found a black robe hanging on the door, looking into the mirror as I slid my arms into it. My hair was wild, my curls all over the place. They were going to be a bitch to tame in the morning.

  I headed out of the bedroom, down a moonlit hallway. From where I stood, I could see the moon through the tall arched window. The view was so stunning. The milky moon was perched there, on the horizon, the water rippling beneath the silky light.

  I walked down the hallway, checking each room to see if Cane was in any of them. All of them were empty save the very last room closest to the window.

  The door was wide open, this room slightly smaller than the bedroom I was just in. A large desk with a computer on top was in the far left corner, right next to a window that gave the same perfect view of the moon and lake. The seat in front of the desk was empty, but the love seat that was against the light blue wall was occupied.

  Cane sat there with no shirt on, just sweatpants, his legs spread slightly apart, with a laptop balanced across his legs. He seemed deep in thought with his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes narrowed as he clicked away at the keyboard.

  I could have watched him like this for hours. Shirtless. Tattooed. Muscled. Working. I had no doubt that Cane was passionate about his job. He talked about it every time I saw him. From where I stood, he looked boyish and innocent, like a kid in elementary school would look if he didn’t know how to answer a question on the spot.

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sp; I was about to go back to the room and let him work, but before I could make a move, the typing stopped and he tilted his head, catching sight of me.

  “Did I wake you?” he asked with a low, soothing voice.

  “No. I just woke up and saw you weren’t there.” I held a hand up. “It’s okay. I can go back to sleep. I don’t wanna bother you.”

  “You’re not bothering me.” He shut the laptop and placed it on the stand beside him. “I’m having a hard time concentrating right now anyway. Come here.”

  My heart drummed. I tightened my fingers around the lapels of the robe, making my way toward him. I was about to sit beside him, but he shook his head and caught my waist, twisting me around so that I was facing him, and lowering me until I was on his lap.

  “You belong here,” he murmured.

  I smiled, unable to ignore the warmth gushing through me, down to an area that was now sensitive and raw. “Good thing I like it here.”

  He scanned my face before asking, “Why are you really awake?”

  “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I always wake up around this time for some reason. At home I’ll usually go downstairs for water or juice or something and then go back to sleep.”

  “Yeah. Now that you mention it, I do remember hearing someone in the kitchen around three in the morning when we were in Destin.”

  I put on a soft, bashful smile. “It was most likely me.” I chewed on my bottom lip for a brief moment before asking, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

  He let out a weary exhale, like he was stressed just thinking about it. “I was sleeping for about two hours. Then something came up with work. My assistant has handled most of it so that I don’t have to rush back, but I’ll have to get there eventually.”

  “Oh.”

  “To be honest, I can’t remember the last time I slept a full night.”

  “No?”

  “No.” He thought on it, looking past me. “Probably before Tempt started. I’m a napper.” He smirked. “I nap throughout the day, work all morning and night. My body is used to it now. Took that short snooze with you and then got back up to work. It’s all I can really think about these days.”