This Cruel Love (A Dark Hearts Stand-Alone Novel Book 2)

by Nikki J Summers

  He moaned and ran his cock up and down my folds, licking his lips.

  “I’ve waited so long to do this to you. To fuck you hard. I…”

  “Just fuck me, Jackson. Please,” I begged, and he didn’t need telling twice.

  He thrust his cock into me and we both cried out with how fucking incredible the sensation felt. He stretched my walls to an unbearable pull, creating a pain laced with mind-blowing pleasure.

  “Oh God, it’s been too long. You feel fucking amazing,” I said as he pounded into me with long, hard strokes. My head snapped back, lost in the passion and emotion of it all. He was still kneeling, pulling my hips up onto his cock. Grabbing my ass hard, he rammed himself into me at an unforgiving rate, all the time keeping his eyes on his cock and where he was slamming into me.

  “Harder,” I pleaded, as I felt the familiar burn and tickle building inside me again. I was heading for another earth-shattering release, and this time, he was right with me.

  He moved to lay over me, holding his weight on his arms as he jacked into me harder, pushing me farther up the bed with the force of his thrusts.

  “This pussy is mine,” he growled, as we fucked like wild animals.

  I threw my arms around his neck to pull him farther down into me then ran my nails down his back so he could feel for himself how feral he made me.

  He grabbed my ass with his left hand and then yanked my leg over his hip, allowing him to fuck me at a different angle, for deeper penetration. He plunged his cock in hard and rotated his hips with perfection. He was like a conqueror to my body and he knew exactly what to do to take ownership, to make it come alive. I was his puppet, and he was the fucking master.

  “Please, don’t stop,” I begged, as his thrusts became furious, more erratic.

  “Never,” he panted, sweat dripping down his face. Then he plunged his cock into me more forcefully and brutally than before. Slamming his hips ruthlessly into my clit, his balls brushing against my ass. It was the extra pressure I’d needed and I exploded like a fucking firework, clamping down on his cock as my pussy contracted and I lost all control of my body.

  “Fuck!” he shouted, as he held himself still for a split second to feel my orgasm. Then he started to pump into me again, and it wasn’t long before I felt his cock swell and his breathing turn shallow. He grunted something into my neck as he rutted into me, then I felt him come, throbbing inside me and finding his own release. I clung to him, like he was my salvation. My heart felt ready to burst as he slowed down his movement and buried his face into my neck.

  Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to tell him I loved him. Hold him in my arms and never let him go. I swallowed it down, not wanting to scare him away. I didn’t want him to think I was some needy psycho. Even if I did feel these crushing emotions of love, I guessed a man like Jackson could get easily spooked. He didn’t seem to do relationships and feelings. Why would I be any different?

  JACKSON

  Being with her, making love to her, was everything I’d dreamt it would be and more. Now, holding her in my arms, I felt like I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted her to be a part of me forever, for me to be inside her always. I had to be careful though. She’d been hurt enough already, and I didn’t want to scare her away. God knows we hadn’t had the best start, and a relationship with me was probably the last thing she’d want. What would a girl like Ryley want with a man like me? It didn’t stop me from crying out that I loved her though, as I came harder than I’d ever come in my life. I don’t think she heard me. I said it into the pillow as I sank my head into her neck. I meant it though. I loved this woman, and I was never letting her go.

  “Why couldn’t I have met you first?” She sighed and wrapped her slender arms around me.

  ‘You did, beautiful, you just don’t remember.’ I thought, holding her tighter and breathing her in to calm my overpowering surge of jealousy.

  We lay together, holding each other and coming down from the incredible high we’d both experienced. It felt so good to be in his warm, strong arms, revelling in the endorphins that were swimming through our bodies.

  He rolled onto his back, but kept me closely pinned to his side. I felt my eyelids growing heavy, but I didn’t want to fall asleep. I wanted to stay awake and make the most of every second I had lying with him. Who knew when I’d be held by him like this again?

  I lay my head on his chest, and I could hear the fast-paced thump of his heart, beating a steady rhythm. He brushed his hand through my hair, stroking my scalp as his other arm held me in place. It all worked against me, and lulled me into a deeply satisfying sleep.

  I don’t know how long I’d slept for, but when I woke, the sky outside was inky black. Jackson was rolling me onto my side, feathering kisses on my cheek and caressing my waist and across my hips with the most delicate strokes. I moaned like a satisfied kitten and stretched my arms above my head, then snaked them around his neck, as he slotted his solid hard front against my back. I arched my back and pushed my ass into him, grazing over his stiff cock, and he groaned, pushing right back into me.

  “That ass of yours is going to get you into trouble,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck and licking just under my ear, making me curl into him.

  “I like your kind of trouble,” I teased back, rubbing his cock with my ass and reaching around to hold him.

  “Hands where I can see them,” he ordered. “I’m the one in control tonight.”

  He pushed my arms out in front of me then pulled the covers off us and balanced himself on his elbow. He pulled my legs apart and wrapped one over his hip. We were spooning, but he was moving me into position so he could fuck me. His talented fingers found my folds again, and rubbed small circles around. Then he slid up to find my clit and rubbed it in the most tantalising way. I rocked my hips in time with his teasing. I was like a horny kitten, desperate to be petted, and willing to do anything to get what she wanted.

  “I love how wet you are for me, angel. I love how responsive you are to my touch.” He pushed two fingers inside me, making me moan and writhe with the pleasure he was giving me. I wiggled my ass and I could feel him rubbing his cock against my cheeks. Shit, I hadn’t ever done anal. I didn’t know if I was ready for that. I didn’t want to say anything though; I didn’t want to kill the mood.

  “I need more.” I turned my head to look at his stunning face, and he leant down to kiss me, his tongue taking ownership of my mouth, licking and massaging my tongue with his. Reluctantly, I broke away. “I need to feel you,” I said, reaching for his cock and arching forward to rub him across my entrance.

  “This,” he said, taking hold of his cock and pushing the tip into me as a wicked temptation of what was to come, “is mine.” Then he rammed hard into me from behind, making me buck forward with the force of his thrusts.

  He was right when he said he couldn’t be gentle. He was raw, feral, and brutal in the way he pounded into my body. But I loved every savage second of feeling taken and devoured in this way. He might’ve been brutal, but it wasn’t harsh. It was dirty in a delicious way. He made me feel worshipped and desired. Like I was the only one who could drive him to such levels of lustful insanity. He sure as hell was the only one who’d ever made me this wanton and crazy. He knew every button to push to unleash me into the spiral of pure ecstasy.

  The way he grunted as he pushed harder and harder into me was the ultimate turn-on. I moaned back, holding onto the edge of the mattress to stop myself from falling over the edge. I pushed my ass further back into him to spur him on, coaxing him into a harder, faster pace. He held my hips in place, his fingers biting into my skin as he jerked his cock upwards, then swivelling his hips, he hit the spot every damn time, making me shiver as I lost control. My body had become his playground, my mind a heady mix of delirium and sensation overload.

  I came faster and harder this time, and then as the orgasm looked like it was going to wane, another ripple of exquisite pleasure ripped through me. My muscles squeezed his pulsa
ting cock, milking him with everything I had. He cried out, “Jesus, oh fuck,” as I contracted hard around him.

  He yanked me up onto all fours, my ass in the air, ready for him. Then, without warning, he plunged back into me, pounding his thick, hard cock, chasing his own release. I could barely keep myself upright. My legs were quivering, and I was gasping for breath. I was so over-sensitive I didn’t know how much more I could take.

  “So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he moaned on each thrust, as he pushed so hard into me that I lost the strength in my arms, and my shoulders fell forward into the mattress. He hooked his arm under my hips to hold me steady. Then he bent forward, resting his front over my back, fucking me like an animal. The sweat from our bodies made it harder for him to keep me in place, but he was so close. I could feel his cock thicken and throb inside me. He had one arm held in front of my head and I reached across to hold his hand. He threaded his fingers with mine then dropped his head on my shoulder as he came.

  I buckled under his weight, and he lay with his whole body covering mine, rutting into me as he rode out every second of his climax. Then as he stopped, he wrapped both arms around my waist and held me close.

  “I’m never letting you go,” he groaned into my neck.

  “Promise?” I smiled to myself and then turned my head to give him a tender and loving kiss, hoping he could feel the love behind it. “We need a shower.” I chuckled, not wanting to move.

  “Yeah,” he said, showing no signs of wanting to move either.

  Before I knew it we’d both fallen asleep, but not before I’d realised that this, right here in his bed, in his arms, was my favourite place to be in the whole wide world.

  I slept better in his bed than I had done for weeks, and waking up in his arms was the best feeling ever. I could’ve lay under those warm covers forever, hypnotised by the smell of him all around me, all over me. I felt a slight movement as his chest expanded, and then he sighed and kissed the top of my head.

  “Good morning, angel. Did you sleep okay?”

  I glanced up at him as he stretched underneath me, and then pulled me close to him, wrapping both of his arms around me.

  “I slept like a log. I think I have you to thank for that.” I wrapped my own arms around his waist and kissed his chest. “I can’t believe we spent a whole day in bed.”

  He chuckled softly. “Best day ever.” Then rolled me onto my back.

  “Stop! I haven’t brushed my teeth.” I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand to try to stop him kissing me.

  “Like I give a fuck,” he groaned, yanking my hand out the way and kissing me anyway. “I like waking up with you in my bed.”

  He kissed his way across my jaw and down into my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes, savouring every goose bump and chill he gave me. I could have happily lost myself to this man; he was so dangerously intoxicating.

  “We need to shower,” I whispered into his ear.

  “But I’ll only dirty you up again,” he moaned into my neck as he continued driving me wild with his kisses.

  “Dirty me up in the shower then, it’ll be easier to get cleaned up after.” I ran my hands down his silky warm back and grabbed his rock hard ass, making him laugh. He leant up on his elbows to look down at me.

  “There’s no amount of soap and water that can clean up my dirty thoughts,” he growled. “But if that’s what the lady wants.”

  He pushed himself up and climbed off the bed, standing naked in front of me and looking like a Greek god, with his golden skin all taut and flawless. His cock was already standing to attention, ready for round three, or was it four? If we were going by orgasms, well, I’d lost count on that score.

  “Come on.” He held his hand out to me, and I slid out from under the covers to walk with him into his bathroom.

  His bathroom was twice the size of mine, with a massive walk-in shower. Perfect for two occupants. Hell, it could’ve housed more, but I’d be damned if I’d ever share him. He was all mine. For as long as I could keep him, anyway.

  We stood side by side brushing our teeth like an old married couple. Then we stepped into the shower area and Jackson twisted a few knobs, creating refreshingly hot jets of water that helped to massage my tired, aching muscles. I certainly felt like I’d done a strenuous workout last night. The best, most satisfying workout I’d done in a long time.

  He squeezed shampoo into his palm and made a circular motion with his other hand, letting me know he wanted me to turn around. I did as he asked and let out a low moan as he rubbed the shampoo into my hair, using his fingers to massage my scalp. Prickles rippled down my back as he leant into me and kissed my shoulder as he cleaned my hair. I could feel his cock pressing into me, nudging me. So I leaned back into him, turning my head so I could kiss him back, and show him how horny he was making me.

  He rinsed my hair then stepped in front of me. He poured more gel into his hands and lathered up, then ran his hands over my shoulders, and down my front to circle and knead my breasts.

  “If I get to do this every morning, I’m gonna dirty you up more often.”

  The water cascading down our bodies cleared the soap suds, and he lowered his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He hummed as he sucked and then bit gently, using his tongue to circle then soothe the pinch of his bite. I held his head and rubbed myself against him. I knew where this was heading, and I was loving the build-up.

  He moved to my other nipple, pulling and teasing until he was satisfied he’d driven me crazy. I went to grab the shower gel but he shook his head.

  “No. It’s your turn first,” he commanded, and ran his soapy hands down my stomach and then in between my legs.

  I moaned loudly this time as he rubbed his hand over my pussy and used his talented fingers to clean between my folds. I held onto his shoulders, expecting him to push his fingers inside me, but he didn’t. Instead, he sank down to his knees and pushed his head between my legs, using little licks over my clit to drive me wild. My head exploded as he flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves and then darted his tongue out, making me gasp and grab a handful of his hair.

  He moved my legs so I was sitting on his shoulders, and buried his face into me, sucking hard and pushing his tongue into my entrance, tasting me and pushing me over the edge. Looking down at him, watching him pleasure me like this, was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen or experienced. He was on his knees for me, loving me with an intensity that no other man ever had. It made me feel special, powerful and shameless. I rubbed myself over his face and gripped his hair tighter as he alternated between flicking his tongue over my clit and sucking hard, circling and driving me into a mind-blowing release. All the time, he held me up in his strong arms to keep me safe. I felt every muscle in my body tense as my inner walls started to convulse, and my clit pulsated on his tongue.

  “Jesus,” I cried, as he gave me the most delectable, breath-taking orgasm. My legs were like jelly, and the force with which my release was pulsing and vibrating through me made me slump forward, lost in the intensity of the moment.

  “God, you taste even better than you look,” he growled up at me as he gently licked and brought me back down from the orbit I’d been circling for the past few minutes.

  “Your turn,” I managed to say through my panting breaths.

  He stood up, but kept me steady with his sturdy frame and strong arms.

  “I want you,” he said, pushing his forehead against mine, “anyway I can get you.”

  I leant against the wet, slippery shower walls to help me gain some balance to my body following the earth-shattering bliss I was coming down from. He had well and truly rocked my world. I could barely breathe. But I desperately wanted to taste him too, feel that same power, as I used my mouth to bring him to his knees.

  I poured shower gel into my palm and ran it over his chest, enjoying the feel of his solid muscles under my fingers. The suds trickled down his stomach and over his long, thick cock. I ra
n my hand down over his stomach then between his legs to cup his balls and stroke him. Tease him into the same frenzy of lust he put me into. He opened his legs further to give me better access, and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip in silent suggestion. His breathing became deeper, more erratic, as I tickled and massaged his balls before moving to his shaft, rubbing it in a steady pace. He rocked his hips into my hands then groaned as I knelt down and ran my tongue around the tip, then down the length of him. He smelt delicious, with that manly musk that could drive any woman wild. Mix that with the clean soapy scent, and I was a goner. I licked across his balls gently, using my tongue to caress them. Then he moaned louder as I rubbed and massaged them with my tongue, his groans adding to my already horny state of mind.

  “That’s… oh, fuck, angel. That feels so good.” He could barely speak; I knew I had him where I wanted him.

  I pumped his cock with my fist, and licked and sucked back up to the base of his shaft. Then I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, circling around him with my tongue. I wanted to take as much of him as I could. Give the same level of pleasure to him as he gave me. So I sucked him, pushing his wet, swollen cock into my throat as deep and as far as I could, swallowing back, to give that extra squeeze I knew he’d love.

  It didn’t take long before he was holding my head in place, grunting and fucking my face with everything he had. I wanted this for him. I wanted to please him any way I could.

  I heard him moaning and mumbling incoherently, then I felt his cock swelling and throbbing at the back of my throat.