Loving Mr. Cane (Cane 3) - Page 80

I crushed his lips with mine, lacing my legs around his waist and cupping his face in my hands. He did it. I was so, so happy. Finally, he could be at peace. Like, truly, truly at peace. With Buck out of the picture, we could roll out of the chaos and back into our peaceful world, where everything was simple and orderly.

Cane carried me into the house, slamming the door behind him and walking blindly, carrying me up the stairs. I was so glad Lora and Miss Cane weren’t around, because I refused to hold back. So much passion and energy were running through me, and all of it yearned for him.

When we got to the room, he lightly tossed me on the bed and immediately helped me strip while I tugged on his clothes. It wasn’t long before we were both naked and panting, and he wasted no time, climbing on top of me. The ridge of his cock ran over the slit of my pussy, and I shuddered, back bowing, dying for him to be inside me.

“Nah-uh,” he rumbled, when I tried reaching for him. He fell onto his back and then grabbed me, forcing me up so I could sit on his chest. “Grab the headboard,” he ordered, and I did. When my fingers locked around it, he lowered his body, putting only his head between my legs.

“Cane,” I panted. “What are you doing?”

“Eating what’s mine,” he rumbled, and he pressed on my hips, leaving me no choice but to drop down. My pussy was on his parted mouth, and he slid his tongue through the slit. “I’ve been thinking about this the whole car ride,” he said, eyes trailing up to mine. “How badly I wanted you to fuck my face. How sweet your pussy would taste on my tongue with every roll of your hips.”

I moaned as he sucked on my clit.

“Fuck my face, baby,” he commanded softly.

I don’t know why those words—his voice—hit me so hard, but I didn’t hold back. I moved my hips, sliding my pussy along the length of his tongue. He held on tight, groaning between my legs and creating a vibration that was so powerful it was hard not to keel over.

“Oh, fuck, Cane,” I breathed raggedly, but I didn’t stop moving my hips, and he didn’t stop eating my pussy. He clutched me even tighter as my legs began to shake, and his tongue—God, his tongue. It pressed right on my clit, and he sucked gently, right before swirling his tongue. He repeated that same action over and over again, and I held the headboard even tighter, crying out his name. “Cane!” My legs were uncontrollable by this point. He groaned beneath me, and the vibrations of it on the insides of my thighs sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“We won,” he groaned, right before devouring me all over again.

We won. He was right, and I’d never felt so victorious. I shifted my hips forward and backward, and my pussy ached for release. Clutching my hips, his tongue plunged into me, and that was enough to tip me over the edge. A heavy moan ripped out of me, and I clutched the headboard with both hands. Cane groaned, finishing me off while I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to the headboard as he moved from beneath me. The bed dipped outside both my thighs, and he was right behind me, his hand coming up to wrap around my throat.

“Like this?” he growled in my ear, and I bobbed my head.

He clutched my throat just enough for me to feel the weight of his hand, and with his other, he used it to angle his cock, and thrust himself right into my pussy from behind. “Ah, yes,” he rasped in my ear. He still had his hand around my throat, using the other to hold my hip and keep me steady. He worked his hips up, providing powerful thrusts each time I dropped down, wanting to feel more and more of him, and as we got closer and closer to the edge, I realized what this was:

Power.

Bliss.

Perfection.

Realness.

Beauty.

Love.

This was us. After so many years, and so many ups and downs, we had won, and winning felt fucking amazing.

Cane removed his hand from my throat and palmed my breasts, squeezing them both in his hands, stilling after one final pump upward. He let out a heavy, intense groan, like he’d been holding this one orgasm in for years, and I cried out as he sucked on the crook of my neck, bringing me to the sweet land of euphoria.

“I fucking love you,” he breathed in my ear, our bodies sagging.

I turned my head, and somehow his lips found mine. Our mouths connected, and my pussy clenched around his semi-hard cock. He groaned, massaging my breasts in his palms. “I love you more,” I whispered.

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