This Cruel Love

He clenched his jaw tight at my filthy words and smacked my ass in response.

“Come and get me then, baby.” He grinned with an evil twinkle in his eyes.

I sat back and pulled at the elastic of his sweats and boxers. He lifted his hips to help me, and when his gorgeous cock sprang out of his pants, I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips.

“Damn, Ryley. Your face right now. It fucking turns me on how sexy you look. Sit on my cock, angel. Fuck me.”

I reached forward and ran my hand over the top of him, smearing that little drop of pre cum across my thumb. Then I sucked my thumb into my mouth and sighed.

“It’s all yours,” he said, caressing my face with the back of his hand. “Every inch of me is yours.”

I leant forward to kiss him again, and reached beneath me to hold his cock and stroke him, rubbing him along my folds and teasing him by hovering oh so temptingly over the head. Almost sinking onto him, but not quite. Giving him a taste of what was to come. Jax wasn’t a patient man though, and before I knew it, he had my hips in a vice-like grip and was spearing himself into me, thrusting upwards and making us both cry out.

I rolled my hips over him, fucking him hard and taking what was mine. I could feel my muscles clenching and the warmth spreading through me. I slammed my hips down, impaling myself on his thickness, then I lifted up until he was almost out of me, pushing back down again and revelling in the feel of him stretching me wide and ramming into that magical spot inside me every single time. I held onto his chest as I rode him harder and harder, pounding my pussy onto him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock. My head fell back as I moaned and gasped with every thrust. His fingers dug into the skin of my hips, then he slid them down to my ass and pulled me forward slightly, allowing him to move my ass up and down his length in the way he wanted. I didn’t mind the shift in power. I loved when he took charge, took control of me in the best way. He started to thrust his own hips harder upwards into me, and the pressure building inside me made me lurch forward and bury my face into his neck. He didn’t miss a beat, just kept thrusting and pounding into me, grabbing my ass firmly as he rolled it up and down his cock, and drove us both towards the perfect ending.

“I’m gonna come,” I managed to get out on a gasp.

“Hold it, angel. Come with me.” I tried my best to hold it but that was pointless. When you’ve got the biggest and most delicious cock ramming into you, sending you over the edge, there is no holding back.

I shuddered and clung to him as my pussy clamped down on his cock and my clit went into spasm.

He cried out as my orgasm milked him of his own. His cock swelled inside me and the throbbing soon turned into erratic hard thrusts and cries of, “Fuck, baby, yeah. So fucking good.”

I came again as he spilled inside me, whimpering as I did, and feeling like I could die from how sensitive I felt. I couldn’t handle the intensity of the orgasm and I started to shake and cry.

He wrapped both of his strong arms around me and kissed my neck as I panted and tried to gain control of my body again.

“I love you, Ryley,” he said as he clung to me, his throbbing cock still inside me. “Always have and always will.”

Monday morning, and I was a blithering wreck, pacing around the bedroom trying to find something to wear to my dad’s offices. I had hundreds of outfits that would suit, but for some reason, everything felt wrong.

“It’s just your dad. He won’t care what you wear.” Jackson came up behind me, giving me a reassuring squeeze and a kiss on my cheek. “You look beautiful whatever.”

I sighed and spun in his arms to face him. “I know he won’t care, but I’m so nervous. I don’t even know why. Anyway, I need to dress to impress. I’m networking too.”

He nuzzled into my neck and inhaled as if he were breathing me in. “You always impress, you don’t need to dress for that. Are the nerves because of what I told you? About my father?”

“No. I know you still have your doubts about him, but I know my dad would never hurt anyone. It’s not that. You know… I’m just being silly. It’s nothing. Once I get into the office, all my butterflies will disappear and I’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.”

He nodded. “Don’t forget, I’m always with you. So, if you get nervous, imagine me wrapping my arms around you to protect you, okay?”

The thought made me feel all warm inside. I liked that we had developed this unbreakable bond that tethered us to each other, even when we were apart.

Jackson let me borrow his flashy sports car, ironically the one he’d used when he came to taunt me the day that Justin went into rehab. He told me to consider it mine now, but I didn’t want to rely on him financially. I would get my o

wn car soon enough.

I parked up in my dad’s underground car park and made my way up to his office on the top floor of his building; a huge steel and glass tower gracing the city’s skyline for as long as I could remember. I recognised my brother’s car in the car park, and the nerves started to consume me again. Had Travis told our dad about Jackson? Was I walking into some kind of intervention?

Once the doors of the lift opened, I saw Dad standing outside his office talking to one of his colleagues. When he saw me, his face lit up, and all the panic I’d felt on the way over dissolved in an instant.

“RiRi, sweetheart. Come on over here and give your old dad a hug.” He grabbed me into a bone-crushing embrace and then held me out at arm’s length to look over me, as if he was checking for any visible damage to his precious treasure. “Still beautiful, just like your mother.”

“I’ve missed you, Dad.” I hugged him again, feeling safe and instantly at ease. The smell of home and childhood still clung to him and made me feel calm. “How’s Mum?”

“Missing you like crazy. She said to go over and see her when you’ve finished up here. She’s making your favourite for lunch. She mentioned something about Gloria seeing you recently, and some new man on the scene?” he said flippantly, not really interested in my answer. “But I’m sure she’ll quiz you all about that later.”

I didn’t feel like elaborating on that now. I was there to network for the charity and see my dad. Baby steps, Ryley. Baby steps. There’d be plenty of time to broach the Jackson issue another day.