Page 77 of Cuffed By Your Love

I leaned in, lips barely grazing her ear, my breath heating her skin. “Uh-uh, baby. Say it like you mean it. Say it like it’s the only prayer your pretty ass needs God to answer tonight.”

“Yes, Elias. Cuff me.”

Fuck. That right there cracked something wide open in me.

I climbed over her slowly, deliberately, seeming to stretch the seconds until they felt like foreplay, and slid her wrists above her head, clicking the cuffs shut with that gentle-but-firm finality, like I was locking in a promise I’d never take back.

“Good girl.” I growled, my voice low and thick, my lips claiming the curve of her neck. My jaw was tight from therestraint it took not to wreck her on sight. “Now… let me worship.”

Her mouth was mine first; deep, messy, tongues tangling like they’d been fighting and making up for years. Then her neck. Then the slope of her shoulder. She moaned, body arching into me like her muscles already knew I was the only home they wanted.

I kissed my way down her chest, my tongue circling her nipple until she cried out, wrists twitching in the cuffs like she’d forgotten she asked for this.

I looked up at her with that slow, dangerous smirk.

“Uh-uh… You said cuff you, remember? What my lady wants, my baby gets. So now you let me love on this pretty ass pussy like a man who know it’s his.”

She whimpered, legs trembling already.

“You wet fa me, baby?” I asked, my fingers sliding between her folds, slow enough to test her patience.

“Yes… Elias, fuck.”

“I’ma need you to say it clearer.”

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned, and my whole chest lit up from the inside.

I chuckled darkly, slid two fingers into her, and dropped my tongue to her clit at the same time. She damn near levitated, breath hitching like her soul was halfway out of her body.

“Yeah… that’s it,” I murmured against her, voice vibrating right where she needed it. “Stay right there. Take it like you was built for it.”

Her eyes rolled back, her hands yanking against the cuffs like she was fighting heaven itself.

“Who this pussy belong to?” I demanded, kissing my way back up until my mouth hovered over hers.

“You.” She gasped. “It’s yours, Elias. All of me, baby.”

I kissed her hard, rougher, hungrier, like her moans were oxygen, and I’d been holding my breath for years, letting her taste how sweet she truly was.

Then I gently slid inside her, and my whole damn face changed.

“Shit…” I groaned, eyes locking on hers. “You so tight, baby. You sucking me in like them damn waist trainers the old-head officers be wearing at the gym. Got me fighting for air and loving every second of it.”

Her laugh caught on a moan, her body squeezing me tighter like she was proving the point.

“Keep doing that.” I growled, my grip bruising her hips as my strokes got deeper, hungrier. “I swear you trying to take my soul and my stamina at the same time. This mine, right?” I asked again, my hand sliding up her throat as my hips moved with purpose.

“Yes, Eli. Shit, it’s all yours!” she cried, and I damn near lost it.

“Damn, baby,… you gripping me like this dick owe you rent and back pay.” I hissed, driving deeper. “Tight as fuck… mmm… I love this. Love you.”

I pressed my lips to her neck, my voice rumbling there like a promise laced with a threat.

“I swear, a nigga even breathe wrong at you, I’ll black out. I got no peace when it comes to you, Jonay.”

Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “You like that? You like this pussy taking all of you like it’s made for you?”

“Fuck yeah!” I groaned, easing my weight back just enough to pull her wrists forward from above her head. I kept one hand locked around the cuffs, holding her restrained, and guided her onto her knees, keeping her face toward me. “Keep these on… I still wanna see your pretty face when you cum for me.”