𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓃#1~When Love Lasts

“You left our home in the middle of the night and left a note. A fucking note.” He growled.

I watched as he took off his shirt.

Oops.

“I came here straight away wanting my woman, but you ended up talking bullshit that you believe inside her head. You twisted us up,” he walked up behind me and grabbed my hips tight.

“I did not mean to twist us up. I just want our relationship to go back to how it was, Cedric.”

“You are done speaking. You are going to listen, and you are going to let me do whatever the fuck I choose to do with your body because baby, every inch of you is mine.”

Um yeah.

“You gave me attitude tonight. Walked around the bar in that sexy as sin dress and those heels,” he stated as the friction from his pants caused a perfect feeling between my legs. “I wanted to kill every motherfucker that looked at you.” He snarled.

He pressed harder into me, causing me to raise my hips up, rubbing my needy pussy against him.

“Please,” I moan.

I'm already desperate for release. I have been waiting for weeks for him to be like this with me again.

Well, not like this. This is new. Cedric and I always have amazing blind blowing sex, but this? He has stepped it up several notches, and I'm already losing my mind.

He looks at me, grabbing my jaw. He twisted my face and forced me to look back at him. “You want this between us?” He caught my legs and dragged me closer to him.

“Yes,” I cry. “I want it. I want you,

Cedric.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“I fucking need you,” I cried, frustration pouring through my body.

I felt those handcuffs come loose.

He didn't latch them good enough.

Probably didn't want to hurt my wrist, but I'm going to force him to make sure they are fully latched tight.

I want this.

I need this.

I mindlessly reached down between my legs, but before I could offer myself some release, he seized both of my wrists, forced them behind my back, and snarled.

“No, you don't get to fuck yourself. You are mine. You are my woman, and I'm the only one that can give you pleasure.”

His word sent a delicious shiver through my body.

Yes, please.

He pushed his fingers into my hair and forced my head down and my face in the bedsheets. His other hand going between my legs, he cupped my pussy. “This is mine," he groaned, running the tip of his fingers along my wet folds before he ripped my thong and I felt it falling down my thighs.

Holy shit.

“Tonight, I'm going to make you understand how much I love you,” he growled. “You look so sexy tied up.”

I squirm under his molting gaze. Every feeling is heightened now.

He stands up, I turned my head to watch him. He unbuttons his jeans while keeping his eyes on me.

“So fucking hot babe,” he whispered, dug his wallet out of his pants pocket and pulled out a condom, and threw it onto the bed.

I rub my thighs together, trying to create some friction as I feel my pussy getting wet, pooling into my panties.

He lets his pants and underwear drop to the floor and I take in the full sight of him and goodness. I may have a heart attack from how good-looking he actually is.

Holy fuck.

That is so damn hot.

He picked up the condom, ripped it open with his teeth, and grinned when he caught me staring at that dangerous cock of his. He slowly rolls the condom on and climbs on to the bed behind me.

I moaned and pushed my chest into the sheet, my hard nipples wanting attention. He doesn't make me wait. He wraps his arm around me, grabbed my left breast and squeezed it while his other hand trails his fingers up my thigh, stopping right at the edge of my wet lips.

He slowly slides a finger through my folds, teasing me and spreading my wetness around, while twisting my nipple hard between his fingers.

“Cedric,” I whimpered, when he finally stopped teasing me and slipped his finger inside my warm heat. “Fuck yes.”

He pushes his finger in and out of me and while finger continues to assault my breast, and it's almost too much. I spread my legs wider, giving him more room.

“Your body drives me fucking crazy baby,” he groaned, leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “When I first saw you, sitting in your car, I wanted you.”

“You gave me a ticket,” I cried into the bedsheets.

“I almost didn't. That should count.”

“A little,” I mumbled.

“Then the first time I saw you at my parent's house and I took you into my old room, it took every ounce of my control to keep my hands off your thick thighs, round plump ass, and tits that were begging for my attention.”

“Really?” I gasped, shocked, and pleasure rocked through me at his words.

“I missed feeling you around my cock,” he growled against my back.

“Don't stop,” I ordered as soon as I felt the tension building.

He stopped.

“No why?” I cried, ready to beg for him to let me come.

I lifted my head to see what made him stop, but my breath hitched when my eyes caught his and that sexy grin formed on his lips.

“Say please.” He whispered and flicked his finger against my needy bud, making me whimper for more.

“Please Cedric, please, please, please,” I rambled.

He slowly climbed his way down my body, brought his mouth near my pussy, and blew on it.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he circles the sensitive area with his tongue. Lazily moved his finger in and out of me, keeping up the slow assault, driving me insane with need.

“Holy fuck Cedric,” I cried, threw my head back and tightened my legs together around his head, wanting to keep him there until I found my sweet release.

“Come for me, Avery,” he grunted and stared to move his finger in and out of me, curving his finger hard inside of me and rubbing the tip of his finger against my pussy walls.

Just as my body tightens, my legs shaking with pleasure, and electric charges touched every nerve inside my body, he grabbed my legs, and slammed his long dick deep inside me.

My orgasm reached a level I never knew it could, and screamed his name as I felt my pussy milking around his dick. “I'm coming.” I told him unnecessarily because I realized you he could feel it.

“Fuck you are tight,” he murmured, grabbed my hips forcing me to stay still and pounds harder in and out of me.

He presses himself on top of my back, forcing me deeper into the bedsheets. His face was inches from mine and hooked his arm under my left leg and raised it up. As he slams himself in and out of me, his lips finally touched mine, he shoved his tongue into my mouth and groaned.

“Do you taste yourself, baby?” He whispered against my lips.

“Yes,” I murmured.

And I tasted fucking good on his lips.

Bringing his other hand up, he wraps it around my neck and squeezes gently. He has complete control over me, and it's the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.

I bite his bottom lip hard, causing him to moan my name.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled.

"The feeling is mutual," I whimpered.

He slaps my ass cheeks and thrusts himself back deep inside me, at the same time, mixing pain and pleasure.

My chest is flat against the bed, the angle making him hit the sweet spot inside me over and over. I grab the blankets, and all I hear are my muffled screams against the bedsheets.

Cedric's P.O.V.

This is where I belong.

With her.

I have been walking on eggshells around her for weeks, feeling guilty about not being able to keep her safe.

I'm a cop and I couldn't even protect my woman. I was going through self-doubt. Maybe I wasn't good enough to be a cop if I let the woman I love get hurt. It took weeks for me to finally come to terms with what happened. I spoke with Lucas about it. I talked to Conor and with my parents.

They all told me the same thing.

It wasn't my fault. Avery was alive, and that's all that matters.

Hearing her saying she doesn't think I see her sexually anymore was my breaking point. I had to fix us and tonight was the first step in doing that.

She claimed she didn't feel like a woman to me, now she does.

She stated we barely know each other. I'm going to take her out on a date tomorrow night, and we will talk about everything. I'm an open book to her, all she has to do is turn the pages.

She is mine. She has been mine since I gave her the ticket. It just took a while to see it.

I never believed in soul mates, but after meeting Avery, I understand it now. When I first met her, I was confused about what I was feeling. How could I feel something so strongly for a woman I barely knew? It was like a part of me was missing and once she walked into my life; I felt completed.

I looked down and saw her petite body. Her back curved, sticking that plumb delicious looking ass right in my face. I slapped her ass cheeks hard, demanding my handprint on her skin.

Satisfaction poured through me as I saw the light pink palm print on her light skin. I smacked it again, needing it to become red. She likes it. She is a crying, beautiful mess under me.

Begging for more.

She cries in desire as I pump in and out of her.

I bring my hand behind her back and quickly unlocked the handcuffs, needing her hands on me.

Suddenly, she sits up, pushing her back into my chest. Her arm reaches back, wrapping around my neck as she grinds into me.

The new position hits the perfect spot. Fire flows through my blood.

Holy fuck.

I move my right hand around her body, twist her nipple, and slide my other palm between her legs, pressing my fingers against her swollen, needy clit.

“Yes, oh my god right there,” she moaned, riding my dick.

“Fuck, I'm going to come,” I growled into her ear and shoved myself in and out of her harder.

The sight of her gorgeous naked body, the feel of her tight warm pussy pushing me over the edge as I fight for control.

With one hand wrapped around her neck, the other guiding her hips, I came. I thrust my cock as deep inside her as I could, and I swear I became a puddle of water for this woman.

I melted for her in more ways than one.

I'm home.

“Christ baby,” I moaned, my heart racing inside my chest and my body blazing with electricity.

I have had sex with plenty of women over the years, but I have never felt like this with any other woman. I just came harder than I ever have, and trust me, I have come a lot.

Nobody can match her.

Nobody will ever match her.

I could search for something better my entire life and I knew at this moment, I'll never find it.

She was it for me.

Her head falls back on my shoulder. Her boobs rising and falling as she is trying to control her breathing. I looked down at her face and saw that she was looking back at me.

She was feeling everything I was.

Scared.

Nervous.

Excited.

Loved.

“You can trust me,” I murmured against her lips before kissing her gently. “You are the only woman I see.”

“I love you Ced” she whispered back.

This girl is mine.

Now I just needed to find a way to convince her to move back in with me.