Page 107 of Cannon
“Show me how sorry you are,” he demanded, positioning himself at my entrance. “Beg for this dick.”
Pride warred with desire inside me. I don’t beg for anything. But the throbbing between my thighs overrode my ego.
“Please,” I whispered, looking directly into his eyes. “Please fuck me, Cannon. I need you inside me. Need to feel you stretching me open.”
Something flashed in his eyes. It was a look of satisfaction, possession, maybe even something deeper. Then he was pushing inside me, stretching me deliciously as he filled me inch by inch.
“Fuck,” I gasped, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. “You’re so deep.”
“This what you wanted?” he growled, pulling back only to thrust deeper. “This dick?”
“Yes,” I moaned, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. “God, yes.”
He set a brutal pace, each thrust pushing me higher, closer to the release I desperately needed. His mouth found my neck, teeth scraping against my sensitive skin as he marked me as his.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my throat. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me. “All yours, Cannon.”
He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much, too good, and I felt myself hurtling toward the edge.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his rhythm never faltering. “Now, Queen. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my dick.”
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in pulsing waves of pleasure so intense I screamed his name. My body convulsed beneath his, walls clenching around him as he drove me higher, extending my pleasure until I was sobbing with the intensity of it.
Only then did he allow himself to follow, his body tensing above mine as he buried himself deep, his release hot inside me. He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest as we both struggled to catch our breath.
For a long moment, we lay in silence, our bodies cooling in the aftermath. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, and I felt something inside me shift and settle. Something that had been restless and searching for as long as I could remember.
“I’m getting that bed and breakfast,” he said suddenly, his voice rumbling through his chest beneath my ear.
I looked up at him, not sure I’d heard correctly. “What?”
“I’m gonna give you everything you deserve, Queen. Everything.”
I swallowed hard, emotion threatening to choke me. “Why?”
His hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing across my cheekbone. “Because you’re the first person who’s seen me. Really seen me. Not what I can do for them, not what I can give them. Just me.”
I kissed him then, soft and sweet and full of everything I couldn’t say yet. When we pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in.
I should’ve been denying this. He was younger than me. We weren’t a good fit. But it felt so right. It felt perfect.
“Thank you for coming back to me,” I whispered.
His arms tightened around me. “Always will,” he promised. “No matter what.”
I believed him. Against all odds, against all my carefully constructed walls and years of disappointment, I believed Cannon when he said he’d come back to me. And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I wasn’t afraid of what tomorrow might bring. We lay there in peaceful silence, our bodies still tangled together. The afterglow of sex had me feeling warm and safe, something I hadn’t felt in longer than I could remember. His heartbeat beneath my ear was steady, reassuring.
“I still can’t believe you’re going to buy me a bed and breakfast,” I murmured, tracing the tattoos across his chest. “That’s some real fairy tale shit.”
Cannon’s laugh rumbled through his chest. “Not just any bed and breakfast. The best damn one in upstate New York. You deserve it, Queen.”
I propped myself up on my elbow to look at him. “You know you don’t have to spend your money on me, right? I’m not with you for what you can give me.”
“I know that,” he said, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair. “That’s why I want to give you everything.”
My phone vibrated on the nightstand, breaking the moment. I groaned, reaching for it. “If that’s ZaZa saying she’s staying out all night again, I swear?—”
