Page 18 of Sexy Dirty Fun

He buried his hands in my hair and guided my mouth up and down his erection. I could feel him swell in my mouth and from his quick shallow breaths, I knew he was getting close. I looked up at him and tried to show him with my eyes I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste him like he had done to me that night we were together.

He threw his head back and moaned my name, his body tensing as he released down my throat. I swallowed every last drop eagerly and sucked him dry until he was semi-erect in my mouth.

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up against him. "That was fucking sexy," he mumbled, pressing his forehead against mine and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I smiled and leaned in for a kiss. My arms snaked around his neck while his lips explored mine. His tongue made its way into my mouth, teasing mine, before the kiss deepened.

"Fuck me, Cane," I mumbled against his lips when the kiss ended. Despite having come in my mouth minutes earlier, he was hard again, his cock rubbing against my thigh.

"Ugh, I can't resist a girl that talks dirty," he groaned and slid his hands down to cup my ass.

"Then don't," I whispered, moving back out of his arms and grabbing the edge of my t-shirt. My eyes never left his as I pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor.

"Maybe I wanted to fuck you in my band t-shirt," he said with a crooked smile on his face.

"Later," I replied as I shimmied out of my shorts. I spread my legs slightly, letting him have a glimpse of how wet I was. Going down had turned me on even more than I already was and I wanted him to see how much.

He glanced between my legs and bit his lips, his body shuddering. He pushed his jeans the rest of the way down before kicking them off and moving on top of me.

He reached up and cupped my face with a touch so tender I wanted to cry. “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

I nodded and reached up to touch his face. This Cane that I was with tonight was totally different than the man I had gotten to know so far. He was kind, caring, and fiercely protective. How many people around him knew this side of him? If I wasn’t careful, I could see myself falling for this man.

“I’m sure,” I whispered back.

“Good, because you looked so fucking sexy in that t-shirt I’ve been wanting to nail you since you walked out of the bathroom,” he confessed with a smile and got up off of me to get a condom from his jeans.

I laughed; now that was the Cane I was used to. I loved his vulgar, dirty mouth though. It was a major turn on.

“Where did you get that t-shirt anyway?” He asked while he was rolling on the condom.

“I bought it a while ago…long before this tour,” I shrugged. “I’ve always been a fan.” I was done with conversation. I reached out for him. “You can ask me as many questions as you want to later; right now, I need you inside of me.”

He hopped onto the bed and was quickly on top of me, pinning my hands down up over my head. He wiggled his hips so the head of his shaft was resting right at the entrance of my sex.

“Beg for it,” he mumbled, his face near mine.

I whimpered and bowed my back off the bed. “Cane,” I moaned, trying to move so he would go inside me, but his weight had me motionless.

“What do you want, Lindsey?” He asked, his voice low and husky. This kink of his to make me ask for him to fuck me drove me insane. I wouldn’t be lying naked beneath him if I didn’t want to have sex with him. My clit was throbbing though and my body was aching to be filled by him, so I would play along with his little game.

“I want you, Cane. I want you to fuck me,” I said firmly, lifting my head off the pillow to look better into his eyes. “Ineedyou to fuck me.”

I no sooner finished speaking then he rammed himself deep inside me. I cried out and let my head fall back onto the bed.

“How’s that? Is that what you want?” He circled his hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled all the way out of me and thrust back in so hard it jarred my teeth.

“Yes,” I moaned beneath him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, burying his head in my neck. He kissed the sensitive spot there and got up on his hands to better angle himself. His pubic bone was hitting my swollen nub just right while his cock was rubbing my g-spot.

My orgasm was building as I clutched the bedsheets. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure along with flesh slapping against flesh. Sex with Cane was so raw and so animalistic. I raked my nails down the front of his chest and he groaned in pleasure.

“Come all over my cock,” he urged me. “Let me feel that pussy come.”

He reached up and cupped my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples. It sent an electric current right to my clit and I cried out as a quick and dirty hit me. He grabbed my hips with his hands so hard there would probably be a bruise tomorrow and hammered into be a couple of times before tumbling over the edge of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me and rolled over, taking me with him so I was lying on top of him. He reached up and stroked my hair. “Are you ok?”