“She told this man that I would suck his dick for money.”
“She did what?” He asked. I chose not to repeat myself. The way he clenched his jaw and balled his fist let me know he heard every single word.
“Why would she do that?” I asked as if he knew the answer. He barely had time to react to my words because I was crying again. He pulled me into his arms.
“The worst part was that I think that was my father. He looked just like me. He had my eyes, my hair color.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you.” He said as he held me tighter.”
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Cane brought me to a high-rise apartment in Manhattan. It was breathtaking. From the exotic wood floors to the piano in the living room. I never had marble anything, but his countertops were covered with it.
I was suddenly insecure. I was now worried about the way he saw me. I lived in a two-bedroom apartment in the projects. And he had this.
I walked into the bedroom and saw the king-size bed. “Why do you have mirrors on the ceiling?” I asked Cane when he walked up behind me.
“So, I can watch it go in and out.” He said as he slapped my ass.
“I want to see too,” I said as I leaned into him.
“Not tonight.”
“Why?” I frowned.
“You’re emotional. Too much is on your mind, and when I’m fucking you, I want to be the only thing you can think about.”
“Fine.” I sighed.
He kissed my neck, then held my stomach. “You live here now. Don’t take your ass back to that apartment.”
“What about my clothes, my shoes, and all the gifts you got me?”
“Let me handle it.” He said. And that’s exactly what he did. He filled my closet with clothes, shoes, and purses. And it wasn’t just the right size. It was my style, casual and minimal. I really couldn’t get over how good this man was to me.
Chapter 17
16 weeks
Do you always zone out like this?” Cane asked as he placed his keys on the table.
“Huh?” I asked, barely moving my eyes from my Kindle.
“You didn’t hear me calling you?”
“I did, this book is just getting good,” I said.
He draped his arm around me and started reading Trading Places by Tiffany Grey with me.
“I’m about to cu . . He cut my words short when he grabbed my neck. “Don’t say it. Just do it. Cum on this dick so I can lick it up.”
I did just that, my body trembled against his hold as my pleasure dripped from me.
He didn’t bother removing his hands from my throat when he went to taste me. He used that hold to keep me still as he devoured my pussy. He licked, sucked, and spit on my clit, not giving a fuck that my pussy was about to drown his ass.
Cane picked me up and sat me on his lap. I felt his hard dick pressed against me. He looked at me for a minute. I knew he could see the lust burning in my eyes. Hell, it was all over. Mynipples were tight, my juices were soaking my panties, and my pussy was aching. Clearly, reading porn turned us both on.
He caught the hem of my panties and pulled them down. Then tapped my thighs so I could spread them. His fingers slowly ran up and down my clit. I moaned when he found my spot. A smile spread across his lips while mine parted with pleasure. His fingers picked up speed until my cum was dripping between them. “Damn.” He mumbled.
