CUFF ME Daddy: A Single Dad, Police Officer Romance

by Rye Hart

  I stepped into the shower, the spray falling across my breasts and my taut nipples. Cash joined me, his cock still in his hand and he pumped it a couple of times as he leaned forward to kiss me. “Are you sure you want this?” he whispered into my mouth. “Because I’m going to want more.”

  “More?” Somehow the idea of it made me nervous.

  “Yes, I want more for us, Starla. I don’t want you to be afraid that I’m going to hurt you.”

  It was what I needed to hear. “I trust you.” He closed the space between us, kissing my lips and letting his hand stroke his cock against my thigh. I reached down and stroked it, placing my hand over his until he let me take over. “I owe you one, remember?”

  “Oh, I haven’t forgotten, kitten. I’m ready to hear you purr again.” He gave me a long hot kiss, his tongue deep in my mouth, caressing mine, and as he pulled away, I nipped at his bottom lip and sucked it. His eyes widened as he grinned and then I fell to my knees.

  I stroked him first with my hand and then as a shiny pearl of his need glistened at the tip, I closed my lips around his head and let my tongue dance across the slit, collecting his salt.

  A soft moan escaped his throat and he held my head gently, freeing my hair from the clip I’d forgotten was there. It spilled down across my shoulders, in chunky, wet locks and he gathered it up, holding it to give him control over my movements, though he let me keep my own rhythm.

  I took him a bit deeper, letting him closer to the back of my throat and I stroked his base with my palm and kneaded his heavy sac. He stilled my head and worked his hips against my mouth, keeping it from going deeper than I was used to. Then when he let me regain control, I relaxed my throat and let it go a bit deeper than before. His head made a suction noise as it popped off the back of my throat and I breathed heavily through my nose so I could work my mouth and tongue against him.

  He pulled back and gave me a smile. “You’re so good at that.” He pulled me up to my feet, slipping his hand between my thighs and feeling my sex. “Made you nice and ready for me, didn’t it?” I nodded and reached for his cock; I wanted to feel it.

  “Let me show you more,” I whispered.

  “You will, kitten, you will.” He stood me in the shower spray, and I washed myself for a moment as he watched. Then he worked me over, rubbing his hand against my most intimate parts. Finally, I turned, putting him behind me. I leaned against the tile and glanced over my shoulder, tilting my ass as an offering. He stroked his hard cock and shook his head.

  “I want to look into your eyes.” He spun me back around, and I pressed my back against the shower wall. He lifted my legs, which fell around his hips as he aimed for my center.

  I braced myself for penetration and gasped as his cock opened me up wider than anyone ever had. It had been so long, and he was too much. I winced, and concern brushed across his handsome face.

  “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?” His strong arms held me as my heels dug into his muscular ass, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him deeper.

  “Please don’t stop. I ground my hips around him and his slow thrusts rocked him in and out of me, turning the moment of pain into a pleasure so great that two strokes later, I was already feeling my release on the verge. As it rocked through me, he sped up his pace, pumping his thick shaft in and out, his head beating against my depths. It was raw and relentless, and I didn’t want it ever to stop.

  “Is it safe?” His question gave me chills as I realized what he meant. He was going to come.

  “Yes. Please.” As soon as the word fell from my lips, he thrust deep and released a strained moan as he soaked my core.

  My nails bit into his back, and he held me there, twitching inside me, riding out the waves of pleasure and I was frozen not wanting to move, not wanting him to ever pull away from me.

  When he finally did, I was as weak-kneed as a baby fawn, but he held me steady while he washed us both and then shut off the water. Then he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel and wrapped me up, planting soft kisses against my shoulder as he patted me dry.

  “That was amazing,” I whispered against his chest.

  A soft chuckle sounded above me. “I’m not done with you yet.” Suddenly I was off my feet and in his arms.

  He carried me out to my room and placed me on the bed. Then he started at my toes, kissing and drawing them into his mouth, first the littlest and then the biggest. He then licked a trail up to my knees and planted a soft kiss before he made his way up to my mound. He kissed the bare skin above my clit and then let his tongue slide down against it. Swollen and tender, he nuzzled it, and I was ready for more.

  Even though a moment ago I was sure I’d been satisfied, my need betrayed me and suddenly desire burned through me again. I gripped my legs around him, holding him tight so that he’d never stop as I rolled my hips against his mouth.

  His fingers parted me and then he slipped two of them into my channel, working them deep as he licked and sucked. I relaxed beneath him, taking it in and letting the pleasure sweep me away.

  I didn’t drift back from my ecstasy until my release pulsed through me, and then my need grew even greater.

  “Please,” I moaned. His eyes met mine and he grinned against my mound.

  “You’re such a good girl, asking so nicely.” He kissed my soaked slit and then met my eyes again as another shudder went through me. “But I think I’m going to make you wait. Let the need build.”

  “You’re so bad.” As mean as he was I couldn’t help but laugh. No one had ever worked me like this, taking such care to edge my pleasure, with such attention to detail.

  “Mhm, you’ll learn I can be very bad.” He slipped his tongue down and I winced as it trailed even lower than before, licking my rim. He lapped it against my tight star and pushed against it, nudging with such a pleasure that I wanted him inside me there too.

  Then his fingers found the spot and then one, still wet from my channel slipped inside me stopping at the second knuckle. I moaned, wanting to call his name, but instead I let it die on my tongue as another moan escaped me.

  He kept his finger working my ass as another found its way back into my core matching the rhythm as his tongue danced along my bud.

  “If you weren’t so tight I’d take your sweet little ass too. Would you like that?” His words thrilled me and I felt my core release, lubricating his finger in my channel.

  “Yes,” I whispered, breathless.

  “Mhm, There’s lots we could do, Kitten.” He kept his fingers working their magic and raised up to take my nipple in between his teeth. I was surprised the sensation wasn’t what I expected, and a shot of pleasure went right through me, directly to my aching pussy.

  He released it and then licked it, stopping only to blow against it. Then he rose up to take my lips, his hand pulling free of me leaving me wanting. My chest heaved, my breasts jiggling with each breath as I waited for his next move which came not a moment too soon.

  He nestled his hips against me and I felt his length resting between my legs. I rolled my hips, stroking his shaft with my silk. Then he rolled over and got up on the other side of the bed.

  “Come here.” I followed and he slipped his arm around me as I rose up and then he lifted me up in his arms. I didn’t know where he was carrying me until my back went against the wall across from my bed.

  He centered his cock against me and then in one long thrust he was inside me.

  I squealed with pleasure and he gave an approving growl as he pumped his hips. He tucked his chin and soon he had my tender nipple in his mouth, and though it was raw from his play, another wave of pleasure rolled through me.

  His balls slapped against my ass as he thrust taking me to his base and all I could think about was him taking me there, bending me over and slicing me apart with his thick erection.

  He spun us around and dropped me to the bed, falling against me and grinding his cock in my depths and though I was growing weak from exertion, I buc
ked my hips upward wanting more, knowing my next release was dawning like a hot sun on the horizon.

  When it found me, it coaxed a cry from my throat as I came apart around him.

  My arms felt limp and useless as I threw them around his neck and he kissed my jawline and nuzzled my ear as he thrust deeper, his pace growing much slower, his moves more deliberate. Then he ground against me, a rolling moan escaping his chest as his release pulsed through his cock and spilled inside me.

  He didn’t pull away, but left it there as he held me close. I didn’t want it to end, and I let out a breath knowing that I too wanted more with him.

  It was a dangerous step where my heart was concerned, but I was willing to take it.

  CHAPTER TWELEVE - CASH

  We lay there for what seemed like hours atop the bright patchwork quilt on her bed. Starla had gotten up to go into the bathroom, but hurried back to my side, laying so quietly all I could hear was the soft purr of her breath. Even though I had finished with a mind-blowing orgasm, I wasn’t ready for it to end. My cock was already swollen and throbbing, even though it was tender from her tight slit. I moaned as her leg brushed against it as she hiked her knee across my hips to cuddle closer.

  “You’re hard again?” She looked up into my eyes and I smiled down, brushing a loose strand from her face. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” Her eyes flashed bright as she smiled.

  “You make me that way. I’m not sure I’d come again anytime soon, but I bet I could make you.”

  “I’m up for the challenge.” She kissed my chest, but then I rolled over, resting on my elbows to kiss her.

  I slid down between her legs and worked my mouth against her thighs, first on top and then gradually going for the center of where they met, at the top of her bare clef. My lips pressed against her before I slipped my tongue inside of her, sucking at her sweet opening before licking up around her swollen bud. She shuddered beneath me and gyrated her hips slightly upward.

  “Are you ready for round three?” I asked kissing my way up across her belly and between the swell of her breasts. I captured her nipple in my teeth, and she giggled and wrapped her arms around me pulling me higher to meet her eyes.

  “You’re insatiable.” Her mouth closed on mine as she ground her hips against my rigid length but then she shifted our weight and rolled us over. She straddled my hips, my cock resting just beneath her ass, and then she rubbed her slick folds against it, grinding along my shaft.

  Suddenly something outside caught her eye through the window over. In the stillness, I heard the sound of a truck turning into the parking lot. “Lu’s home!” She hopped off of me and hurried to find my clothes which she tossed at me, and then she hurried to find her own fresh change. “I’m sorry,” she said as she tugged on a shirt and a pair of shorts and checked out the window.

  I hurried, and thankfully Lu moved much slower. We were in the kitchen, back to finishing our lemonade which had watered down, the glasses growing slick with condensation. But more obvious than that, our hair was a mess, and the smell of vanilla soap still filled the air.

  Through the door, we could see that Lu was checking out Starla’s handiwork on the porch. Starla met her at the door and welcomed her in, taking the shopping bag she’d carried in.

  “There’s more in the truck, and it’s not getting any colder.” She turned her head and smiled wide as she noticed me. Then she narrowed her eyes and cocked a brow at Starla who was trying damned hard to keep a poker face, and failing. Being a cop, I could spot her cat that ate the canary look anywhere. “Well, hello, Cash. It’s nice of you to stop by.”

  I walked to the door and offered a smile. “I’ll just go get the other bags for you ladies.”

  “Quite the gentleman,” said Lu with a hint of you’re not fooling anyone here in her tone.

  I went out to the truck where I found a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs along with three more bags of God-knows-what. I carried them inside as Lu continued her interrogation of Starla while unpacking the grocery bag she’s carried.

  “I’m surprised you got all your work done and had time to shower already.” She turned and smiled but continued without another word.

  “Yeah, I was just getting out of the shower when Cash showed up. I think we’re going to go for a walk unless you need help?” She glanced at the bags as I placed them on the counter.

  Lu grabbed the milk and put it in the fridge. “No, you two go on.”

  Starla waved me over while Lu’s back was turned and I followed her out to the porch. “Sometimes I wish I lived alone. Sorry about that.”

  “It’s fine. These things happen and it’s something to laugh about later.” She stepped closer and I was glad because I wasn’t sure she wanted to let Lu see the two of us together.

  Then she took my hand and rubbed it between hers. “We sure will.” She took another step closer still, and we shared a brief kiss. “Want to go to the bar away from our audience?”

  “Yeah, she doesn’t miss much does she?” I thought about that and wondered if Lu knew more about Scott’s situation, like maybe who the man in charge was. A business savvy woman like her, who knew people, she just might.

  “Nothing gets by Lu. She’s very observant.”

  We headed across the lot and into the side door which was unlocked. I wondered if she kept it that way often.

  She walked in, and the lights were on over the pool table. “I was over here cleaning up earlier and took a few shots. It’s been so long since I played and the tournament always makes me want to play again.”

  “Why don’t you? You were good at it, so why give it up?” I took a stick from the rack and then gathered the balls from the return which she had unlocked.

  “I don’t know, I guess it reminded me too much of stuff I was trying hard to leave in my past, but someday I may take it up again. I’ve still got it.” She gave me a challenging look. “Do you play?”

  “I’ve been known to.” I gave a quick shrug. “I’m no Vegas tournament champion or anything.” I tapped her plaques on the wall. “I’m no Starla Jones.”

  “Very funny.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll play you?” Her smile touched her eyes, and there was a little sparkle in them that made me wonder if she was going to be rough on me.

  “Sure, you want to rack my balls?” I glanced down to the table but grinned.

  “No, I’d rather break them.” She took a stick from the rack and rolled it on the table next to us, and then she chalked the tip as I did the honors.

  We played the first game, and after she beat me, I racked again, deciding it was time to go to work. “I thought your brother might still be around after last night.”

  “No, he never stays around anymore. Barely talks to us, and when he does, he’s less than pleasant as you well saw last night.” She took another shot.

  “So he just shows up at random and then disappears again? That’s got to be frustrating for you running the bar.”

  “Yeah, it hasn’t been easy.” She didn’t seem to want to talk about him, and it made me wonder if she really didn’t know anything or if she didn’t want to slip up.

  “Well, if he shows up again I’ll make sure I apologize. I don’t want any hard feelings, especially if you decide to keep me around a while.”

  “I just might.” She took her last shot, and I realized she’d run the table on me. We played a few more games and then I hung around until dinner.

  ***

  That night I had the best meal in a long time. Turns out, Lu was an amazing cook.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever had cornbread this good. It’s sweet.” I took another bite of the chunk I’d wrapped up and taken with me to the bar.”

  “Lu adds sugar to everything. It’s why her health is in the shape it’s in. It’s a wonder Scott and I still have all our teeth.”

  “Well, I’m impressed.” I finished up the slab of perfection and then prepared to open the bar. Penny arrived, but Tammy was late again.

  She c
ame in sporting a split lip, and I held my tongue making a mental note to have some of my pals on the force pay them a visit once this nightmare with Kings was over. I’d be damned to stand around and let domestic abuse happen on my watch.

  The night was off to a good start, and the place filled up fast, but just minutes before closing time, Scott showed up. He came in with his usual friends, and they went straight into the office and shut the door. After the place had cleared out, I drove down the road and backtracked through the woods to watch. Sure enough, Scott and his friends walked out with the heavy black bag, only this time it was full.

  As they pulled away, I turned my binoculars to Starla’s house and noticed movement in her window. A closer look caught her taking another peek out her window blinds. It was a subtle movement, but she had been watching the whole time.

  If one of those men had seen her watching, who knows what could have happened. It was bad enough having them at the bar. It put a potential target on her back.

  I had to figure out enough to send in my unit before she got hurt.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN - STARLA

  Sundays were always unpredictable with the bar being closed. It was the only day where I didn’t have to anticipate the bar opening, but at the same time, it could sure be lonely with nothing to do.

  I had slept in after staying up late to see what Scott had been up to. I could always count on him showing back up the next night after a visit and last night had been no different. They came in at the end of the night and hung around in the office until everyone cleared out and then they’d leave with an oversized bag full of something. I knew whatever it was, wasn’t magically appearing. Scott was stashing it there somewhere until he returned for it. I’d looked all over, in every cabinet that something that big could fit in, but never found a thing. There wasn’t anything I didn’t know about the bar, not a nook or cranny that something could be hidden in. I’d gone through the entire place the day before and used my pool urges as a cover.