I parted my lips and took Cane’s massive cock into my mouth, sucking him with desperate hunger. The thick, veiny length stretched my lips wide as I swirled my tongue around the swollen head, tasting his salty precum. He groaned deeply, fingers gently threading through my hair instead of forcing me. “That’s it, Ciara… just like that. You feel so fucking perfect. So warm and eager for me.”

His words wrapped around me like silk even as his huge cock filled my throat. I bobbed deeper, gagging softly but pushing through, saliva dripping down my chin onto my heaving tits. Unlike James, Cane didn’t degrade me—he worshipped. “God, you’re incredible,”...