Page 106 of Cannon
Heat pooled between my thighs at the dangerous edge in his voice. “What kind of lesson?”
His eyes darkened as he backed me against the wall, one hand coming up to wrap around my throat. Not squeezing, just holding me there, reminding me who was in control.
“The kind that’ll have you screaming my name,” he promised, his lips brushing against my ear. “The kind that’ll make you think twice before you disrespect me again.”
I should’ve been offended. Should’ve pushed him away and reminded him who the fuck I was. Queen Marie Davenport didn’t take orders from anybody. But the truth was, I wanted this, needed it even. Needed to surrender control to the one man who’d earned it.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, stepping back to watch me.
My fingers trembled as I pulled my top over my head, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes burned into me as I unhooked my bra, my heavy breasts spilling free. I slid my leggings down my thick thighs, taking my panties with them until I stood completely naked before him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, “Now get on your knees.”
I sank down slowly, the hardwood floor cool against my skin as I looked up at him through my lashes. He unbuckled his belt, the soft leather sliding through the loops with a whisper that made my pulse quicken. The button of his pants, then the zipper, each sound building the anticipation until I was practically panting with need.
When he finally freed his dick, thick and hard and perfect, I licked my lips in anticipation. I’d dreamed about tasting him.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire.
I obeyed, letting him guide the head of his dick between my lips. The salt-sweet taste of him exploded on my tongue as he pushed deeper, testing how much I could take.
“That’s it,” he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair. “Take all of daddy’s dick.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered but I didn’t stop, didn’t pull back. I wanted all of him, wanted to please him, wanted to make him lose that iron control he always maintained.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip tightening in my hair. “Look at you, taking it so good.”
I moaned around his length, the vibration making him thrust deeper. Saliva dripped down my chin as he fucked my mouth, each stroke making me wetter, needier. I reached between my legs, desperate for relief.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he growled, noticing my movement. “That pussy belongs to me tonight. You don’t get to come until I say so.”
I whimpered, dropping my hand obediently. The denial only heightened my arousal, my clit throbbing with each beat of my heart.
After what felt like an eternity of sweet torture, he pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop. Before I could catch my breath, he was hauling me to my feet, spinning me around to face the wall.
“Hands above your head,” he commanded, pressing his still-clothed body against my naked back.
I placed my palms flat against the wall, my heart hammering in my chest as I felt him undress behind me. Then his naked heat was pressed against me again, his dick sliding between my thighs, teasing my dripping entrance.
“You’re soaking wet,” he observed, his fingers finding my clit and circling it slowly. “All this from sucking my dick? You that hungry for it?”
“Yes,” I admitted, shame and desire mixing into something intoxicating. “Please, Cannon. I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” he said, dropping to his knees behind me. “First, I’m gonna taste this sweet pussy. Spread your legs wider.”
I obeyed, widening my stance as his hands gripped my ass, spreading me open to his hungry gaze. The first swipe of his tongue made my knees buckle. He caught me, holding me firmly in place as he devoured me from behind, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, my forehead pressing against the wall as pleasure built inside me. “Cannon, please…”
He sucked my clit between his lips, and I nearly came on the spot. But just as I teetered on the edge, he pulled away, leaving me trembling and desperate.
Not yet,” he said, rising to his feet. “You don’t get to come until I’m inside you. Until you’ve learned your lesson.”
Before I could protest, he spun me around again, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine. He tossed me onto the bed, following me down, his body covering mine completely.
“You think you can disrespect me?” he growled, pinning my wrists above my head with one large hand. “Think you can talk to me any kind of way?”
“No,” I whispered, arching against him. “I’m sorry.”
