Page 101 of Cuffed By Your Love
“Told you I’d heal you,” she whispered, biting my neck.
I pulled her close, ragged, hand sliding up her thigh. “Nah, baby girl. You ain’t heal me. You baptized me.”
She kissed her way up my chest, slow and wet, her mouth still tasting like me. My whole body hummed, ribs aching but forgotten. When she straddled me, pressing that heat against me through her shorts, my hands gripped her thighs like handles I never wanted to let go of.
“Jonay…” My voice cracked, guttural. “What you tryna do to me, baby girl?”
She smirked, grinding slowly, teasing, her lips brushing mine. “Finish what I started.”
She peeled her shorts off, tossed them aside, and sank down on me slowly, taking every inch like she’d been starving for it.
My head snapped back, a growl ripping out of my chest. “Gah damn!” My hands locked on her hips as she rode me down deep.
Her walls gripped me so tight I damn near blacked out. “Shit, baby. Your pussy sucking me in like a vacuum. Fuck!”
Jonay leaned forward, nails digging into my chest, her moans messy and beautiful. “Then don’t fight it.” She panted, rolling her hips in circles. “Let it take you.”
That line almost ended me. I slammed up into her harder, ribs screaming, but heart gone. “Baby girl, you gon’ kill me tonight.”
Her nails scraped down my chest as she leaned in, her voice hot against my ear. “You soundin’ real weak for somebody who swore he had control.”
I gritted my teeth, hands gripping her ass. “Weak? Baby, I’m holdin’ back so I don’t break you in half.”
She smirked, hips grinding slowly like she owned time. “Then stop holdin’ back, Detective. Handle me.”
“Say less.” I bucked up into her deep, filthy strokes that made her scream. Her pussy clamped down so tight I cursed aloud. “Shit! That grip gon’ put me in the grave. You hear me? Fuck, baby, you vacuum-sealin’ my soul right now.”
She threw her head back, laughing through a moan, sweat glistening down her neck. Then she slid off, flipped around, and sank back down reverse, her ass bouncing against my thighs.
“Gah damn.” I groaned, palming her waist. “This view? You tryin’ to get your pretty ass pregnant, huh?”
She looked back over her shoulder, lips swollen, eyes gleaming. “Maybe I just like watchin’ you lose your mind.”
Her pace got nastier, slapping, bouncing, the sound of wet heat filling the room. I slapped her ass hard, gripping her roughly, voice gone dark. “Keep ridin’ ya dick like that, gorgeous, and I’m gon’ nut so deep you gon’ taste me when you talk.”
Her laugh cracked into a moan. “Talk your shit, Detective Fine Shyt. You the one shakin’.”
“I’m shakin’ ’cause you milkin’ me dry,” I shot back, thrusting up into her, making her body jolt. “Pussy got me fightin’ for my badge and my life.”
She moaned louder, pushing back harder, messy, sloppy, beautiful. “Good. I want you ruined. Ruined for anybody but me.”
“You already did that.” I grunted, slapping her ass again, sweat dripping down my temple. “Ain’t no comin’ back from this. I’m stamped. Branded. Cuffed. Locked in. You my addiction, gorgeous.”
Her whole body trembled, her walls squeezing like they were trying to wring me out. She cried out my name, voice breaking into little gasps as she came hard, grinding through it.
I lost it, grabbing her hips and driving up into her, reckless, groaning like a man possessed. “Fuck! Take it all, baby girl. Every drop. This dick yours. Forever.”
She collapsed forward, trembling, my name falling from her lips like a prayer gone nasty. I pulled her back against me, kissing the sweat on her spine, still buried deep inside.
“Gorgeous,” I whispered, voice shredded but sure. “You ride me like that again, I’ma write ya sexy ass a ticket ’cause this right here is criminal.”
Jonay lay across my chest, skin warm, hair tickling my chin. I dragged the towel lazily over her back, slow strokes just to keep touching her. The air still smelled like us, heavy and sweet, candles throwing shadows that made the room feel safer than it had in a long time.
“You know what I kept thinkin’ about just now?” I murmured, tracing circles on her shoulder.
Her hum was soft, drowsy. “Mhm?”
I stared at the ceiling, jaw tight, words fighting their way out. “How wild it is that somebody like me gets to be loved like this. I done seen some ugly shit, gorgeous. Been in it, around it, damn near buried under it. I know killers who ain’t never got touched soft in their life. I know women who gave up on the idea of safety a long time ago. And then there’s me—laying here with you on my chest like God really decided I deserved a second chance.”
