Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Know you can. This pussy was made only for me,” he says before he pushes all the way inside of me. I gasp at how his thick cock stretches me wide. Cane freezes when he’s pressed to the hilt inside of me. “Maybe I did die because this is fucking heaven.” I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing again at his cheesy, sweet line. “You're going to get it.”
“I’m trying to.” I wrap my legs around him.
The burn I felt when he first pushed all the way inside of me quickly fades. A deep throb takes its place. One that promises pleasure, and I want it. “Make me feel good, Cane.” I slip my hands up his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck.
“All I ever want to do,” he drawls before pulling out and thrusting back in. I moan his name at the sensation. I can already tell this orgasm is going to be different from the one he’d given me with his mouth. Why have I waited so long to have this with him?
His thrusts start to grow harder as he works his cock in and out of me. I stare up into his handsome face, watching Cane lose control as he finally takes what he’s wanted so long.
“Cane,” I moan, releasing my hold on him to reach up and grab the headboard. “Don’t hold back.”
He rises to his knees, his big, rough hands gripping my hips as he slips me up his thighs, still thrusting in and out of me. I lie there as he takes control of my body, pulling me down by my hips to meet each of his own thrusts. I love how desperate he is for me.
My eyes travel down his broad chest to between my thighs to watch his cock slip in and out of me. The sight of his hands gripping me and the small smear of blood on his cock is so damn erotic.
“Touch yourself,” he demands. “Play with your clit.”
“It’s too much,” I breathe the second my fingers start to strum my clit.
“Never too much. Not when it comes to us. Come for me. I want to feel it. Need it, baby.” His pleas send me over the edge. My sex clamps down around his cock as I start to come. It hits me hard like a tidal wave.
My back bows off the bed as the pleasure overcomes me. I hear Cane chanting my name over and over again before his warmth explodes inside of me. My pussy flutters around his cock at the sensation.
Cane groans, still thrusting in and out of me, and more warmth spills into me. Somehow it triggers another orgasm. This one hits me harder than the last, or maybe it’s because I wasn’t expecting it so soon after. I scream out his name as the pleasure courses through me. I fall back onto the bed, my entire body feeling so relaxed.
“Astor, baby.” Cane collapses on top of me. His weight pushes me down more into the bed. I welcome it, wrapping my body around him, holding him as close as I can.
I can’t recall the last time I felt this close to anyone. There is no way I’m going to be able to let this go. All my stupid ideas about this being a bit of fun for the night go up in flames.
He rolls, keeping his cock inside of me. I sprawl out across his broad chest, my ear pressed against his heart, listening to it thump loudly. I wish I never had to leave this bed.
“That was incredible,” I admit. Cane runs his fingers up and down my back. My sex contracts around his cock, making a grunt come from him. I snort a laugh.
“Isn’t it supposed to go down?”
“My cock never goes down when you’re near me. Now you’re lying on me naked with your snug pussy wrapped around it. It’s never going down.” I push up on his chest, sitting up so I can see his face.
“Oh my.” I gasp as he sinks deeper inside of me. “I didn’t think you could go any deeper.”
“Fuck.” His hips buck. I flatten my hands on his chest, getting my bearings. “You’re going to be sore later. We really shouldn’t.” He slips his hands up my hips, gripping me tighter.
“Then tell me to stop.” I rise and then fall back down onto his cock. “Cane,” I moan, dropping my head back, loving how powerful being on top makes me feel. I couldn’t care less right now if I’m sore or not. I don’t want this to end, but I know I have to go back home tomorrow.
“Don’t stop. Never stop,” he pleads. I don’t. I give us both what we need right now. Each other.
CHAPTER 11
CANE
“The front and back entrances will both have to be wheelchair accessible. A side ramp attached to a new porch on the front would be nice.” I draw my finger across the screen of Novak’s tablet.