Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

I pushed the door open, stepping inside with a sultry smile ready— And froze. Cane was on his bed, pants shoved down, his thick, veiny cock in his fist. He was stroking himself slowly, eyes half-closed, head thrown back. “Fuck… Ciara,” he groaned, voice low and filthy. “Those huge tits… so fucking perfect. Ride my cock, baby. Let me fill that tight pussy.” My mouth went dry. Heat exploded between my legs. His cock was massive—longer than James’s, thicker, the head glistening with precum as he pumped it. His abs flexed with every stroke. He was fantasizing about me. Moaning my name while jerking off.

The old man said with a bright beaming smile which I was glad to return, at least he wasn't being an ass like her little mistress here. “Yes, Mr. Bede. Five subsidiaries.” I said and fixed my glare on Janelle who looked like she was having a hard time swallowing the food in her mouth. “That’s great. Speaking of businesses, I was hoping to be the next COO, I think Dawn can use some help at the office.” Brett said with a small smile, and right, I figured that Brett wasn’t so bad. The problem was his a-hole mother who didn’t know when to back off.

Cullen, my personal assistant grumbled as he paced back and forth in my office, while I focused on the muffler I was crocheting. “Dear friend, while I appreciate your worries, I must ask you to be patient. I am currently in the process of crocheting a beautiful muffler, and I need to focus on this work. The muffler will be well worth the wait, I assure you. I promise that once it is complete, I will be more than happy to attend the party. But for now, please allow me to concentrate on my craft. Thank you for understanding!” I said in one breath. Cullen grunted and I smirked.

I said, pushing my chair back a little to give myself breathing room. Kim leaned back, crossing her arms, her granola bar down to a stub as she grinned at Hannah. “Dancing alone, huh? Nice try, but I’m not sold. Clara, we need a plan, maybe bribe her with donuts, because she’s hiding something, and I want to know,” she said, her voice sly, brushing crumbs off her shirt as she shot me a sideways glance.

Our lips hadn't even met yet and I'd already become a captive of my own lust. Cupping my face, Mr Kingsley looked into my eyes, his intense stare causing me to swallow harshly. “We can stop right now if you want,” He husked, and were it not for the fact that I was enveloped by the aggressive tide of salacious hunger, I would have given him a hard eye roll. “Do I look like I want to stop, Mr Kingsley?” I whispered, then took his hand and planted it right against my wet pussy, “Do you understand how much I want you now?”

“We wouldn’t want to waste so much time. Caine thinks he’s ready to marry you,” *********

I didn't want Cane to misunderstand my reply and take me somewhere else. So I tapped my fingers on his shoulder when we stopped at the red light. Cane glanced at me with neutral eyes. "I didn't mean Elijah's home." I sighed. "What other home do you have other than the Smith's mansion?" He asked, slightly tilting his head to the side as he stared at me. "I want to go to the Williamson's Mansion." I signed. Cane let put a sigh. "Why do you want to go there?" He asked before he returned his eyes to the windshield.

She sent me a glare to which I shrugged, focusing on the meeting. “Excuse me,” Mr. Russell said with his phone placed on his left cheek as he walked out. Elena stepped in as ordered by Aiden and wrapped up the meeting, everyone was beginning to head out, but she stopped me. “You don’t fit me as Aiden’s assistant. I can see what you are after, Riley, and you won’t get it, not on my watch.” she spat. “With all due respect, Elena, I don’t know what you are talking about,” I replied.

I was glad with my choice of trouser because it would do well to hide my throbbing member curtsey because of its thick material and baggy size. I arrived at the training ground where Cane had requested I come down, saying it was urgent. I hated when I was summoned through a mindlink, but I didn't blame Reece and him for using it on me; they weren't aware of my immense dislike for it. "What is it, Cane?" I asked the moment I spotted his red hair. He was standing with men lined up to his left and his hands folded behind him. His Forrest green eyes were cold, with a calculative gaze. He looked like he was seriously thinking about something that was heavily troubling his mind.