Cuffed For Love

“That was hot.” I think Cece is just as shocked as I am. I nod my head in agreement. That should not have turned me on, but it did. The skip starts to run. I don’t know why I do it, but I take off running after her. I grab her by the hair. She turns to hit me, but I shift my leg and sweep her leg so she falls.

I turn to look at Dane, and I think I might be in trouble. When I glance at Cece, she gives me a thumbs-up that she caught it all. Dane bends down and cuffs the skip. She curses the whole time we lead her out to the truck.

“Those self-defense classes paid off. You finally got to do the leg sweep thing. I bet you felt all badass when you did it.” Cece says.

I did, and it actually worked. I don’t think Dane thinks it’s hot that I took down the woman. His whole body is tight. He puts her in the back of the truck. He lifts the center console so I can slide in next to him and Cece can sit in the passenger seat.

The woman runs her mouth for a few more minutes, and then she passes out. The truck grows silent. You could cut the tension with a knife right now. He’s pissed. He drives to some police station, where he takes her inside.

“He’s so pissed.” Cece says my thoughts out loud. “Don’t worry. He’s only mad because you could have gotten hurt so really it's sweet in a roundabout way.” That is true. Ten minutes later, Dane is back in the truck heading toward our place. When we get there, he snags my arm.

“She's staying with me tonight,” he tells Cece without even asking me. I would give him lip about that, but now is not the time to push his buttons. He unlocks his door, pulling me into his place. He locks the door and resets the alarm. Before I can say anything, he’s on me, his mouth coming down on mine. This kiss is hard and intense.

Even though he’s kissing me, I have a feeling I’m still in trouble.ThirteenDane“What speed are we at?” I growl, shrugging out of my shoulder holster. Adrenaline from the fight is riding me hard. I want to hammer my cock into her until her eyes roll back.

“Speed?” She’s dazed. I drop the holster to the floor and dive in for another kiss. Her taste is addictive, a foreshadow of what her sweet pussy will feel like. Her leg comes up around my waist. I don’t think this darling woman has any idea of how hard she cranks my engine. Being in that club, seeing all those men look at her, drove me insane.

I had a hard time concentrating on my job when all I wanted to do was wrap my hands around her throat like a collar to show them all she belongs to me. But she doesn’t. Not yet. I haven’t claimed her yet. I haven’t branded her with my bite, my cum, my cock, and I am hungry to do so.

My hand reaches between her legs to rub her tender cunt through her jeans. The denim is damp with her arousal.

“Sweets, let me in,” I beg. I run a finger across the top of her waistband. She shivers and goose pimples chase my touch. Her body is ready. Hell, her body is begging for me to slam my foot against the gas and motor forward. She rocks her hips against my hard cock, wanting more of me.

Shoving my hands under her ass, I lift her so she’s centered against my dick. The loose-fitting sweatpants do very little to keep my shaft in check. It bobs eagerly, seeking inside of her tight, wet cunt. Need throbs in my veins. I swing us around, seeking out a flat surface—any flat surface. We haven’t even made it out of the entry. There are still boxes that need unpacking, but my sofa is available. I step over a couple of crates and drop her down on the cushions.

My hoodie and sweats come off in a second, and then I’m on my knees beside her.

Her eyes are slumberous with long dark lashes veiling her emotions.

“Okay?” I ask with my hands on her zipper.

She nods, and that’s all the permission I need. I draw down her jeans and expose her bare skin.

“You feel good, sweets?”

“Yeah,” she says in a husky tone that goes straight to my balls.

“You have any fantasies? Because I want to make them all come true.” I tug off her jeans.

“Not any particular ones.” Her cheeks are pink. “How about you?”

I don’t feel constrained by the same shyness. “Plenty. I’ve taken you so many times in my fantasies, jacked off to so many visions of you, that now when I’m faced with your delectable body I don’t really know where to start. I know I told you I was going to kiss you all over and avoid your pussy, but at this moment…” I trace the edge of the lace that rests on her hip bones. ”Your cunt’s hard to resist.” I follow the scalloped threads down between the valley of her thighs where the silk is darkened from her wetness. “You’re wet here, sweets. So wet.” I add another finger and start to rub the crotch of her panties against her swollen pussy lips.