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“Stop,” she said.

What the hell? Did she change her mind?

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LINDSEY

The look on his face when I told him to stop fucking me was priceless. I had to fight back a giggle. “Get off me, please,” I said, trying to sound serious.

“What the fuck, Lindsey?” He asked moving off of me. I winced when he slid from inside me; I loved how full he made me feel.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, propping himself up on an elbow next to me.

“It’s perfect,” I said with a grin and rolled over, pushing him onto his back. I straddled his hips and wrapped my hand around his cock. I positioned my pussy over it and slowly guided it inside of me. I closed my eyes and gasped when he was all the way in; he could get so deep this way.

“This is what you wanted?” he managed to ask, his hands on my lips. “You wanted to be in charge?

“I did,” I replied, leaning down to kiss his lips softly. “I wanted to feel you as deep as you could go.”

His eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck woman,” he muttered. His hands went from my hips to cup my breasts. “I like this way better too; I can play with your nipples.” He grinned as he rolled them between his thumb and forefingers, a moan escaping my lips. “I know how hard you come when I tease your nipples too.”

I nodded my head and started to grind my hips against his, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone. My pussy literally ached for release at this point. I had been wound tight since he dragged me into the car and finger fucked me. He still knew my body better than I knew my own after all of these years.

The night had gone in a direction I had never intended that night. I knew I would see Cane when I went to that party, but I vowed I wasn’t going to sleep with him. I wanted to talk to him, but that was it. I wasn’t going to succumb to his charms. For a brief second, I thought maybe he would be with someone and wouldn’t even want to talk to me.

Three weeks earlier I had moved back to LA. I was still living with Rebecca, but I was looking for a place and was back full time at Rolling Stone. Now that I was in his bed and in his arms, I knew I made the right choice. Cane and I belonged together despite our rocky start. I had no doubt about that.

He pulled harder on my nipples and I cried out. I put my hands on his chest and started to ride his cock hard. He continued to tease me with his hands but he let me use his body for my pleasure until I was panting, right on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. “Cane,” I whimpered.

“Come for me, Lindsey. Let it go, baby,” he said before leaning up off the bed and drawing a nipple into his mouth. I wrapped my hands in his hair and held him against me. When the edge of his teeth scrapped my sensitive flesh, I tensed and screamed, coming harder than I had since last being with Cane.

As I rode out the waves of my climax, he flipped me onto my back. He pushed my legs far back so they were almost over my head and pounded into me. “Fuck, Lindsey, you feel so good when you come around me,” he said, gritting his teeth. “So damn tight.”

At the angle he had my body at, he was so deep and the head of his cock was hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves on the inside wall of my sex. He took one hand off of my leg and used this thumb to tease my oversensitive clit. “I want to feel you come again. I want you to come with me.”

I held the bed sheets tight in my hand and moaned as he rammed into me and teased my sensitive nub. My first release was ebbing, but I could feel another one close behind. “I’m going to come again, Cane,” I moaned, my voice deep and raw with lust.

“That’s it,” he said, thrusting hard and pinching my clit between two fingers. I screamed as my body exploded in pleasure, this time even more intense than the last. He cried out my name and tumbled over the edge with me. Our bodies were intertwined and trembling, covered in sweat. He kissed my neck and rolled over onto his back, tucking me into his side with his arm around my shoulders.

“Holy shit, woman,” he said when he caught his breath, rubbing his face. It wasn’t often the man was speechless.

“You like it when I’m in charge,” I stated with a smile. Cane was usually the dominate in the bedroom and that was how I liked it. Every once in a while though, I liked to turn the tables a little bit to spice things up.

“I do. Sometimes,” he smiled back. “It’s hot when you use me for your pleasure and it’s always hot when you come. I can never get enough of you, Lindsey.”

We lay there for a while, neither of us talking. I had slung a leg over his, wrapping myself in him. Now that my desire for him had been temporarily satiated, there was so much I wanted to say but didn’t know where to start.

“I’m glad you’re back in LA,” he finally whispered, kissing the side of my head.

“Me too,” I replied. He wasn’t the only reason I was glad to be back. I belonged here. I loved the music industry and writing about it.

“How’s your dad?” He rubbed my arms.

“He’s good. I’m still worried about him but he’s better and he assured me he would be okay. I have some family friends checking on him.” I put my chin on his chest and looked up at him. “He actually was the one that urged me to come back here.”

“That’s great. He wanted you come back to LA?” I knew that would surprise him. I was always telling him how much my parents hated me living in LA and what I did for a living. I guess sometimes it took someone dying for people to realize what was really important.

“Yes. He also encouraged me to talk to you.” I grinned at hm. “He said that before Mom died she told him to watch out for me. She told him she had no doubt you were the love of my life.”