Page 8 of Cuffing His Bride

Hunter doesn’t speak again. Instead, he lifts my leg over his shoulder and pushes forward, leaving me more exposed than I’ve ever felt before. The second his mouth meets my pussy, I lose it. My cries grow louder as he flicks softly at my clit, his tongue wet and teasing. I cry out when he moans against my pussy, the sound deep and throaty, vibrating through me. He trails his fingers up my body and squeezes my nipples hard, as he makes circles around my clit with his tongue.

I sob his name as a wave of pleasure rocks through me but before I can chase the hot sensation, Hunter withdraws.

“W-what!” I cry out in frustration.

“You can’t come without my permission, Kitten.”

This is so frustrating. My pussy throbs with the need to come, it’s unbearable. “Hunter, please.”

“Say it again.”

“Please,” I beg. “Please. Please let me come.”

“Good girl,” he growls, his voice doing things to my body.

When he leans back in, there is nothing teasing about the way he drags his tongue over my wetness. He teases at my clit again. Suddenly, my back arches and I have to clamp a hand over my lips to muffle the scream. He doesn’t stop until I beg him to stop, overwhelmed with sensitivity.

“Hunter,” I struggle to say as he gets on his feet and spins me around, so I am facing the wall.

The room is silent but for our heavy breathing. I hear the sound of his zipper lowering as he works to undo his pants. I expect him to push into me but instead, I feel him rubbing his cock against my ass.

“Fuck,” he growls into my hair, sliding the head of his cock against my wet sex, without thrusting inside. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Please tell me no one else has touched this pussy.”

I gasp at his words. He slaps my ass with his hand, before letting it fill his palm.

“Tell me, has anyone else gotten to taste you before?” he asks, his breathing labored as he thrusts against my soaked folds. He picks up speed, his warm breath fanning my skin and sending goosebumps all over my back. “Have you let anyone else touch you that way?”

“No one,” I whimper. “No one else. Only you, Hunter.”

Hunter stills behind me, groaning into my ear as his cock pulses against my pussy. I feel the warm splash of his seed against my thighs as he drags out his orgasm, before abruptly, his body drops against mine.

“Fuck, Kitten,” he murmurs. “Did I hurt you? I was a little rough.”

“No,” I hurry to say, just as a yawn overtakes me. “I’m a little wiped out though.”

“That’s okay. Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” I say. “Please stay. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m going to solve all of the problems thrust upon me today. But for now, with his arms wrapped around me, I can at least pretend that everything’s going to be okay.

Chapter Six

Hunter

“Sir, what are we doing here?”

My eyes haven’t left the flower shop we’re parked across the street from since we got here. Leaning against the patrol car, I watch as Amelia walks out from the shop, carrying empty pots in her arms, before running back inside. She hasn’t noticed me yet, despite the fact that I’ve been standing out here and watching her for twenty minutes.

I trail my eyes over her body once she comes back out again. She’s dressed in a long summer dress and her hair is loose over her shoulders.

“Sir?”

I turn to glare at my baby-faced partner for interrupting me, but one look at his face and I groan. I still can’t believe they saddled me with this kid. It’s hard enough reconciling that face to that of someone who’s graduated from the police academy. Someone probably thought it was wise to saddle him with the meanest-looking cop.

“Officer Blue, go get us some coffee and donuts.” I dig some cash out from my wallet and press it into his hands. He’s down the street and walking into the nearby café in a blink. Newly alone and with my eyes fixed on Amelia, I cross the road and head for the flower shop.

I haven’t been able to get her off my mind after last night. I spent all night cuddled up with her after our encounter. I don’t regret anything about last night, but when I left this morning, she was still asleep. I’d made myself a promise to see her again today.

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