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“It will fit, sweetheart. Here, let me take over.”
Cannon puts his hands around my waist, and now he’s pulling me down onto him, not stopping when I try to freeze again. I have to give him my full trust, no matter how much it freaks me out, but it’s difficult for me.
Still, Cannon’s cock pushes into me, inch by inch, at an agonizingly slow pace. He’s so much bigger than his fingers are, and the stretching is so intense that it almost burns, and my teeth are clenched so hard it hurts my jaw.
“Relax,” he whispers, over and over. “I got you, Candace.”
I feel so full, like I’m seconds from breaking, and it’s a fight not to pull myself out of his grasp, but finally,finally,Cannon is inside me fully, my body completely seated on top of his. I can hear my own breaths coming quick and shallow, completely different from Cannon’s calm, even breaths.
“My sweet girl, look how well you take my cock. You’re so damned gorgeous when you’re full of me like this. Look down, Candace…look at me spreading you.”
The sight of him buried deep in me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and it makes pleasure ripple through me. I can’t take my eyes off where we’re joined, even as he starts to move for us, lifting me slightly so he can slowly pump in and out of me once.
The water splashes against the side of the tub around us, but we both ignore it, focused slowly on Cannon’s cock moving in and out of me, stretching me each time, until the mildly uncomfortable feeling morphs into a sensation so devastating that it has me throwing my head back and moaning to the ceiling.
Now he starts to fuck me for real, moving me off his cock before thrusting back into me in an intricate dance of bodies. I’m still gripping his shoulders, my knuckles white with the effort, but Cannon doesn’t once falter, letting me ride it all out, all the effort turned over to him.
The bundle of nerves within my channel that he had hit with his fingers is now being stroked over and over again by his cock, and I know I’m going to come harder than ever before. Harder than I even knew I could. The sensations are all so new and overwhelming, but I want to make him feel good, too, so instead of letting Cannon move me, I start to movewithhim instead.
Riding his cock makes me feel clumsy at first, but he meets each of my movements with an upward thrust until we build a devastating rhythm together. Cannon is breathing through gritted teeth, pulling me forward and plunging his tongue into my mouth as we both near the brink.
Unbelievably, I feel him grow even thicker within me, right as he moves a hand to where we are joined so he can stroke my clit with his thumb in time to his thrusts. The single added feeling jolts me, catching me unaware, and I know I’ve only got a second before I break.
“I’m going to–going to—Ah!”
I come so hard that it feels like a clap of thunder rolling through me. I know I’m still riding Cannon, my inner muscles milking his cock, but everything is instinct as the unbelievable pleasure owns me body and soul. It just keeps hitting me, stars floating across my vision, but I’m brought back to reality when Cannon breathes a strangled curse.
His pumping becomes harder, slapping up against me, and then there is a rush of heat inside me, hotter than even the water, as he fills me with his come.
When it’s all over, I fall forward, my arms haphazardly thrown around his neck as he kisses me lazily. Both of our faces are flushed, and I feel more complete than I ever have in my entire life. How could I have ever thought about giving this up?
“We need a bath to clean ourselves off from our bath,” Cannon chuckles. He reaches down and pulls the plug, lifting me off him as he does so.
When the water is gone, he refills the tub with fresh bathwater, and I add a copious amount of lavender oil. Once it’s full again, I snuggle against Cannon, letting him hold me against his huge frame, knowing that we should be cleaning ourselves off but too content to do anything but touch him.
“I love you,” I mumble. “I know it makes me seem crazy, but I do.”
“And I love you, Candace. You’re mine, and I couldn’t be happier,” Cannon says the words while cupping the back of my head, pressing our foreheads together.
I don’t say it out loud, almost too exhausted for words, but I feel the same. Content, safe, and oh so happy. At this moment, nothing can go wrong, and I never want to leave it.
4
CANDACE
One Month Later
Staying with Cannon for a short, indeterminate amount of time had morphed into me staying with him full-time, and now, it’s been a month since the day he took my virginity. I never went back into the guest room, sleeping in his arms every night and working remotely during the day on the rooftop garden or curling up on the couch with a warm blanket, with the mountain vista outside clearly visible through the windows.
At first, it seemed like paradise, and in a lot of ways, it still does. I love waking up next to him every morning and spending all of my time with him. But there's one thing that's been weighing me down, tinging the happy times with dread, and I can't keep it to myself any longer.
I miss going to work in person atElite Editions. I miss the hustle and bustle of the office, the feeling of accomplishment when I finish an article, and most of all, I miss being able to contribute to my career fully.
Working from Cannon’s apartment, I can still do the editing I’ve been assigned, but there’s no networking in person, and no chances for me to co-write the big pieces with the seasoned authors working for the magazine. I feel like an afterthought. I've always been passionate about writing and journalism, and working remotely just isn't the same for me.
I feel like I'm in a rut, and it's making me miserable.
Worse, Cannon knows something is wrong, and he keeps asking me to please talk to him. I can’t lie, so I just shake my head and keep my lips shut, knowing that he’ll be so frustrated by us having this argument again after it almost split us up the first time. It lives inside me like a viper ready to strike, and I won’t be able to tame it forever. I have to talk to Cannon, even though I know he will hate it.
