Free All I Need by Scarlett Metal

with a to uch so tender I wanted to cry. “Are you sure about this?” He asked.
    I nodded and reached up to touch his fa ce. This Cane I was with tonight was totally different than the man I had gotten to know so far. He was kind, caring, and fiercely protective. How many people around him knew this side of him? If I wasn’t careful, I could see myself falling for this man.
    “I’m sure,” I whispered back.
    “Good, cause you looked so fucking sexy in that t-shirt I’ve been wanting to nail you since you walked out of the bathroom,” he confessed with a smile and got up off of me to get a condom from his jeans.
    I laughed; now this was the Cane I was used to. I loved his vulgar, dirty mouth though. It was a major turn on.
    “Where did you get that t-shirt anyway?” He asked while he was rolling on the condom.
    “I bought it a while ago… long before this tour,” I shrugged. “I’ve always been a fan.” I was done with conversation. I reached out for him. “You can ask me as many questions as you want to later; right now, I need you inside of me.”
    He hopped onto the bed and was quickly on top of me, pinning my hands over my head. He wiggled his hips so the head of his shaft was resting right at the entrance of my sex. 
    “Beg for it,” he mumbled, his face near mine.
    I whimpered and bowed my back off the bed. “Cane,” I moaned, trying to move so he would go inside me, but his weight had me motionless.
    “What do you want, Lindsey?” He a sked, his voice low and husky. This kink of his to make me ask for him to fuck me drove me insane. I wouldn’t be lying naked beneath him if I didn’t want to have sex with him. My clit was throbbing though and my body was aching to be filled by him, so I would play along with his little game.
    “I want you, Cane. I want you to fuck me,” I said firmly, lifting my head off the pillow to look better into his eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”
    I no sooner finished speaking then he rammed himself deep inside me. I cried out and let my head fall back onto the bed.
    “How’s that? Is that what you want?” He circled his hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  He pulled all the way out of me and thrust back in so hard it jarred my teeth.
    “Yes,” I moaned beneath him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
    “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, burying his head in my neck. He kissed the sensitive spot there and got up on his hands to better angle himself. His pubic bone was hitting my swollen nub just right while his cock was rubbing my g-spot.
    My orgasm was building as I clutched the bedsheets. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure along with flesh slapping against flesh. Sex with Cane was so raw and animalistic. I raked my nails down the front of his chest and he groaned in pleasure.
    “Come a ll over my cock,” he urged me. “Let me feel your pussy come.”
    He reached up and cupped my breasts, pinch ing and pulling on my nipples. It sent an electric current right to my clit and I cried out as a quick and dirty hit me. He grabbed my hips with his hands so hard there would probably be a bruise tomorrow and hammered into me a couple of times before tumbling over the edge of pleasure.
    He collapsed on top of me and rolled over, taking me with him so I was lying on top of him. He reached up and stroked my hair. “Are you ok?”
    I put my hand on his chest and rested my chin on it. “Very.” I narrowed my eyes and studied him. “Ok, where is Cane Stephens?  What have you done to him?”
    “Why?” He chuckled , putting his hands behind his head.
    “This is not the same Cane I’ve gotten to know on this tour,” I said. “I like him, don’t get me wrong, but this one cares and is actually a really nice guy.”
    He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a total asshole.”
    “I’m learning that,” I said softly. 
    “So tell me more about this Shaun guy,” he said and I immediately tensed up. I didn’t