Page 58 of Cannon
I was already close, the dual sensation of his dick stretching me and his fingers on my clit pushing me toward the edge. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my voice breaking.
“Then come,” he commanded, pressing harder on my clit. “Come on this dick right now.”
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I screamed his name, not caring who might hear, not caring about anything but the ecstasy consuming me.
He fucked me through it, his pace never faltering. When my body went limp beneath him, he pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my back. Before I could catch my breath, he was inside me again, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread me wide.
“I want to see your face when I fuck this pretty pussy,” he said, his strokes deep and deliberate now. “I want to watch you take every fucking drop.”
The new angle hit something deep inside me, and I felt another orgasm building impossibly fast. His thumb found my clit again, circling it with expert precision.
“Please,” I begged, beyond pride now. “Please make me come again.”
“That’s it,” he growled, his rhythm faltering as his own release approached. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Cannon, please,” I cried, my nails digging into his arms. “I need it.”
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a sexy kiss as he drove into me one last time. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the heat of him filling me as my second orgasm ripped through me, even more intense than the first.
For a moment, we stayed like that, joined together, both of us panting. His forehead rested against mine, our breath mingling in the small space between us. The weight of him on top of me felt right somehow, like he belonged there.
“Fuck,” he finally said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. He pulled out and came on my thigh.
“Yeah,” I agreed, unable to form a more coherent thought.
He pulled away slowly, both of us wincing at the sensitivity. I watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, zipping up quickly. I should’ve felt exposed, vulnerable, sprawled across my desk with my dress around my waist. Instead, I felt… claimed. Marked. Like something fundamental had shifted between us.
“You good?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face.
I nodded, finally finding the strength to sit up. “Yeah.”
He reached out, his thumb brushing gently across my cheek. The tenderness of the gesture after the roughness of our fucking caught me off guard.
“Next time,” he said, his voice back to that dangerous rumble, “we’re doing this in a bed. Where I can take my time with you.”
Next time. The promise in those words sent a shiver through me.
“Who says there’s gonna be a next time?” I challenged, but we both knew it was bullshit.
His smile was slow and knowing. “Your pussy just told me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension between us breaking. “You’re so fucking cocky.”
“With good reason,” he replied, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.
I stood up on shaky legs and cleaned his nut off of me. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m still your boss.”
He stepped closer, his hand finding my throat again, but gently this time. “Keep telling yourself that, if it makes you feel better.”
Then he was gone, closing the door behind him, leaving me to wonder what the fuck I’d just gotten myself into.
The club finally closed around 4 AM. The last drunk patron had been shuffled out, the dancers had collected their tips and disappeared, and I’d spent the final hour avoiding Cannon’s glances from across the room. Every time our eyes met, I felt that pulse between my legs start up again, reminding me of what had happened in my office.
I drove home with the windows down, needing the cool night air to clear my head. But nothing could wash away the feeling of his hands on my body, the ghost of his fingers around my throat. I could still feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me. My thighs were sticky with the evidence of what we’d done.
“Get it together,” I muttered to myself, gripping the steering wheel tighter. But my body was still humming, still high off him like he was some kind of drug.
When I pulled up to my building, the lights were on in the apartment. ZaZa must still be up. That girl never slept at normal hours. I needed to get myself together before facing her. The last thing I needed was my daughter picking up on what had happened tonight.
