Page 57 of Cannon
“Please,” I finally said, the word burning my throat on the way out.
“Please what?” His voice was pure sin.
“Please touch me, Cannon.”
His hands moved then, sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress to my waist. “Where?”
I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand between my legs. “Here.”
He yanked his hand away. “That’s not how this works. You don’t control shit right now.”
Before I could respond, he stood up, towering over me. In one fluid motion, he spun me around and bent me over my desk, my papers scattering to the floor. His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned as he lifted my dress.
“Goddamn,” he growled, his free hand squeezing my ass. “Been thinking about this since the first day I saw you.”
I felt him pull my panties to the side, his thick finger sliding through my wetness. “Look at this pretty pussy, all wet and ready for me.”
I moaned, pressing back against his hand, desperate for more.
“You want my fingers inside you?” he asked, circling my entrance teasingly.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
He slid two fingers inside me, so deep I saw stars. “Fuck, you’re tight. When’s the last time someone fucked this pussy right?”
I couldn’t answer, too lost in the sensation of his fingers curling inside me, finding that spot that made my legs shake.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, his thumb pressing against my clit as his fingers worked me. “Too long.”
I felt the familiar pressure building, my walls clenching around his fingers. Just as I was about to come, he pulled out completely.
“No,” I whimpered, turning my head to look at him. “Please.”
“There it is,” he said, satisfaction evident in his voice. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his zipper lowering. Then the head of his dick pressed against my entrance, thick and hot.
“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, one hand gripping my hip.
“I want it,” I gasped. “Please, Cannon. I want your dick inside me.”
He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch until I felt so full I could barely breathe. When he was buried to the hilt, he leaned over me, his chest against my back, his lips at my ear.
“This pussy is mine now,” he growled. “You understand me?”
I nodded frantically, beyond words.
“Say it,” he demanded, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.
“It’s yours,” I cried out, the words torn from me as he set a punishing pace. “Fuck, it’s yours!”
His hand found my throat again, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim as he fucked me harder, thedesk creaking beneath us. My breasts bounced against the hard surface with each thrust, nipples sensitive against the cool wood.
“Look at you,” he growled, his free hand reaching around to rub my clit. “Taking this dick so good. You gonna come for me?”
