This Cruel Love

“I need to be inside you.” He yanked and snapped off my bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth before biting down then using his warm tongue to soothe the ache.

He nudged in between my legs with his knee and I felt his cock graze against my entrance. I was swollen and over-sensitive, but I needed to feel him so desperately. He leant back on his heels and grabbed my hips, pulling me forward towards him and angling me so he could slide into me easier and watch as his cock penetrated me over and over again. The look of lust on his face made me desperate to please him. To take him inside me and squeeze the same insanely intense orgasm out of him as he gave me.

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.