Wanting Mr. Cane

SIX

CANE

I had to get away from her. As far away as possible.

The only place that was safe and distant enough was my bedroom, so that's where I went.

I don't know what came over me.

Kandy was...she was so fucking young. She was Derek's daughter and he would have murdered my ass if he knew what I'd just done to his little girl. His life was on the line for fuck's sake, yet here I was, wondering what it would be like to do more with her.

I paced my bedroom, my dick hard as hell, jaw flexed as I shoved inked fingers through my hair.

"Fuck," I cursed beneath my breath. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I couldn't manage to get soft, even when I knew I shouldn't have been hard in the first place. I kept thinking about her. How vulnerable and excited she was. How eager she was, and how she fucked and clenched my fingers like she couldn't survive without them inside her.

I kept picturing what it would have been like to replace my fingers with my cock. Would I be too big for her? Would she whimper? Get teary-eyed as I stretched her. I knew she was a virgin. By how tight she was, there was no way in hell she'd been broken in yet, and that thought alone pleased me much more than it should have.

When did she get so goddamn sexy? She was eighteen years old. Eighteen and still in high school. Too damn young and naïve for me, but I kissed her anyway. Touched her anyway. Fingered her tight, slick pussy anyway. She was so damn wet and her touch alone set my blood on fire. She'd hardly touched me when it first started and I was already rock solid.
I couldn't lie and say I didn't find her attractive. She was a beautiful girl, and she was developing in plentiful ways. Her hips had filled out over the years and her tits were perkier.

She was gorgeous and any guy her age would have killed to have her...

I never thought in a million years she'd try something with me—that I'd do something with her. I knew she had a crush on me. I could always tell. Her teasing, jokes, and the way she tried to get a reaction out of me by doing and saying any little thing to annoy me, was proof of it. And the way she'd look at me with those big, honey-brown eyes, like the only man she wanted was me—fuck. I knew she wanted me. I just knew it.
I'd given her what she wanted, but at what cost? This was going to change everything between us. She wasn't going to be an innocent kid to me anymore. She was going to be Kandy Jennings, the girl I finger-fucked. The girl who craved my cock.

I had to pull my shit together. I couldn't keep thinking about Derek's daughter like this, so I stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower. After washing clean (as if getting clean would rid me of the wicked, dirty shit I'd just done to Kandy), I put on a pair of boxers and tried to get some work done at the small desk in the corner of my bedroom.

It was damn near impossible.
I couldn't stop thinking about what'd just happened.
About her.

She was downstairs, most likely thinking about it, too. Knowing she was so close—that I could easily just go down there and bury my head between her legs, just to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled—left me hard all over again.
I couldn't sit around being this hard, knowing the only result would be a sad case of blue balls. I needed to fuck something...so I went with the only option I had.

My hand.

I picked up the lotion on my dresser and sat in the chair again, rolling my briefs down, then squirting some of it in my hand. Wrapping one of the lubed palms around my cock, I blew out a hard sigh, tossing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. My muscles flexed as I pumped, slowly at first, breathing deep as I remembered her soft moans. How she told me she wanted it. Wanted me.
I had no idea why she wanted me.
No idea why I was jacking my cock off to the illicit thoughts I was having about her.

Her sweet, warm, wet pussy.

Her slender body, going wild with just my fingers inside it. The way her hair fell over her face and her mouth gaped with each gradual thrust I provided.

I couldn't stop staring at her.

Watching her come undone.

Watching her cum for me.

She was so damn sexy and she didn't even know it.

My body didn't give much of a warning. My cock had a mind of it's own that night. I pumped faster, feeding the hunger, grunting when I realized how close I was.

"Oh, shit," I groaned, using my other hand to massage my balls. They were tight, my dick so thick and swollen in my hand, ready to release. With only three more smooth, quick pumps, I came.

My body tensed up and before I knew it, my whole hand was soaked with cum. I slowly rolled my palm over the tip and then down to my shaft, relieved...for now.

I opened my eyes and looked down at the mess I'd created. It was all over my lap, pearly streaks in the patch of dark hair surrounding my cock and pelvis.

There was so much cum—too much cum—and all of it was meant for her.
All for little Kandy Jennings.

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