Cane’s eyes shot up, and he bounded toward me, his body rigid, his eyes hooded. I could see the hasty rise and fall of his chest.
I walked backward until I was up against the window, my heart pounding.
“You say you want honesty. Well, be honest with me.” He pinned me against the glass with his gaze. “Do you want me?”
My chest heaved, my body wound and needy to the point of breaking.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice husky. “Look at me, Jada.”
My eyes opened, and before I realized what I was doing, I heard myself breathing out, “Yes.”
Cane’s mouth was on mine immediately, his tongue darting between my lips like it had been there a hundred times before. I lavished in the feeling of him against me, of him finally taking control of my body—something I had wanted for so long.
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, discarding it to the side. His fingers slid around my back, unfastening my bra and tossing it to the floor. He found the waistband of my pants, and he pushed them over my hips. I stepped out of them, my hands roaming the ridges and ripples of his body.
Cane walked backward to the chair in the corner of my room, taking me with him by the hand as he continued to kiss me ferociously. He pulled back long enough to grab a condom out of his pocket before getting rid of his pants.
He sat in the chair against the wall and quickly unrolled the protection over his length. He grabbed my waist, his eyes brimming with desire. A small smirk was on his face as he guided me over him, my feet touching the floor on both sides.
My body was aching, humming with need as I stood over him and grabbed his cock beneath me. As I slowly sat down on it, the lengthstretching me one delicious inch at a time, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Fuck, Cane!”
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, his eyes glowing, his hands gripping my hips.
“Yes,” I breathed out, giving my body a second to get accustomed to his size.
“You’re so tight. It’s a good thing you’re so wet for me.” He licked his lips, his fingers cinching tighter into my skin.
I began rocking back and forth, feeling exquisitely full. He took one breast into his mouth, teasing my nipple with his tongue and then biting on it lightly.
I placed my hands on the top of the chair and continued to swirl my hips, the friction driving me insane. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up. I raised myself up and down repeatedly. His head fell back as his hands groped my breasts, and a low growl escaped his throat.
“I’m going to come, Cane,” I said, unable to stop the impending explosion. I ground my pussy harder into him as he forced me down, effectively halting me. My eyes flew open. “What are you doing?” I asked incredulously.
“Not yet. You’ve made me wait for this for so fucking long. It’s your turn to wait now.”
“But …” I began, trying to move, desperately needing a release.
“Nope.” He scooped his hands beneath my ass and stood. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carried me over to the bed.
He laid me on my back on the edge of the comforter, and I felt him slowly exit my body. He looked down at me, his eyes a deep blue.
Grabbing my legs, he placed one on each of his shoulders, causing my pelvis to tip up.
“I want you to keep your eyes open, got me?”
I nodded slowly, my eyes wide.
He touched the head of his cock to my opening as he grabbed my waist, holding me in place.
“Eyes open,” he whispered before thrusting into me with full force.The movement was explosive, and my body tried to scoot back across the bed, but his hands held me down. He thrust into me again and again, and I grabbed his hard forearms to keep from moving, feeling my body build and build with every delicious movement.
My eyes rolled back into my head, and the blood rushed to the top, my body on fire.
“Open,” Cane growled, and I immediately looked up, his gaze piercing me.
“I can’t …” I began as I tipped over into my climax, everything inside me exploding, turning into molten lava. “Cane!”
