Cruel Temptation: An Age Gap Romance (Cruel Beauty Trilogy Book 1)

by C Standing

“Rick,” I whimper, letting my eyes flutter.

  Palming the side of my head, he glides his lips over the curve of my neck. “I want to taste you everywhere.”

  My mouth parts on a silent moan as I tilt my neck to the side, basking in the phenomenal feel of his mouth caressing my skin.

  “Please…”

  Agile fingers creep under my cropped sweater, his thumb brushing the skin on my hipbone in a feather-light touch.

  “Tell me what you need, baby.” Rick’s voice rumbles between us. “You run the show here.”

  “You,” I breathe, taking his lips with mine. “I need you.”

  “You have me, sweetheart,” he promises, the tip of his tongue snaking out and licking the shell of my ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  The flames from his rather luxurious looking fire pit sizzle and snap behind us, and the music playing quietly in the background changes from the soft, romantic tones of Sam Smith to Maroon 5’s “Animal.”

  I pull back, an amused grin etched firmly into my cheeks. “Maroon 5? That’s quite an eclectic taste you have, City Boy.”

  A low and sexy groan erupts from him as he mutters, “Fucking Spotify playlists,” under his breath.

  “Don’t get grumpy,” I purr, biting down hard on his lip. “This is a good song. Besides… it’s very fitting.” I trail a hand provactively down the taut ridges of his chest, until I feel the twitching hardness in his slacks. Curling my fingers around him, I give him a firm squeeze and skim my lips across his. “I am preying on you tonight.”

  “Oh yeah?” he hisses, clenching his eyes shut and falling back against the cushions.

  Leaning into him, my lips latch onto the side of his neck, my tongue licking and savoring the addictive taste of his skin. “I want to drive you as crazy as you do me,” I croon, the gravelly accents of my voice are foreign to my ears.

  On a low groan, Rick’s rocks his erection between us, gripping my hips for leverage. “Too fucking late for that, baby.”

  Nipping his earlobe, I roll my groin in time with his thrusts, and slowly unbutton his shirt. “Prove it,” I taunt him, wanting to feel him lose control.

  Growling, something feral and animalistic flashes in his eyes, and he lurches forward, yanking me flush against him. “You want proof that I’m fucking obsessed with you?”

  Taking his fingers, I bring them to my lips, keeping my eyes locked with his as I kiss each one. “I want everything.”

  Rick lifts my hand to the center of his chest. “Is that proof enough?”

  His heart pounds under my palm, and mine thunders alongside his. “Your heart’s racing.”

  “That happens a lot around you.”

  I glance up at him through my lashes, stunned by his honesty. Those beautiful eyes lock with mine as the cold New York air between us becomes dense and alive with electricity. “You want to know a secret?” I murmur.

  “I want to know everything about you.” Rick’s coarse reply has desire pooling between my legs.

  Mischief surges through my veins. “Who says it’s about me?” I rock against his rigid length, unable to help myself.

  “Gut feeling.” He winks.

  Such a smug asshole, but I love it.

  I stroke a finger along his jaw. “I want to feel you inside me, Rick.”

  A look of intense turmoil mars his face. “I want that, River. So fucking badly, I can taste it. But I won’t rush you into something you’re not ready for.”

  This man… God.

  Complete adoration for this man floods my bloodstream and has my heart racing so hard, it feels like it’s about to explode from my chest.

  How did I get so lucky?

  Clutching the hem of my sweater, I lift it over my shoulders in one smooth motion, revealing my emerald-green lace balconette bra. “Does this look like I’m not ready?”

  Swallowing hard, Rick’s nostrils flare as his large, stormy eyes roam over my chest, drinking in the swells of my breasts, and rolling down to my stomach. “Christ, River.” He cups the back of his neck in amazement and shakes his head. “You’re fucking flawless.”

  Feeling empowered by his reaction, I slip each strap off my shoulder, making sure to keep my gaze trained on his. “Take it off me, City Boy.”

  Surging forward, he splays his hands against the small of my back, and urges me into him. “You’re a fucking Goddess, River.”

  He maps hot and hungry open-mouthed kisses along my bosom, as assertive fingers expertly open the clasp of my bra. The delicate fabric falls to my sides, baring me to Rick’s smoldering gaze. “Absolute perfection.”

  Framing his face in my hands, I capture his lips in a loving kiss. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes, Mr. Blackley.”

  A slow and crooked smile lights up his face. “Maybe we should do something about that, Miss McKinley.”

  Grinning from ear-to-ear, I make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, making sure to christen every new inch of skin with my mouth as I go. “The things you do to me.” I flick my tongue across his nipple, marveling in the way he grits his teeth, and tenses.

  “I could say the same to you, baby.”

  Easing the shirt from his shoulders, Rick sits forward and helps me take it off. “Let me take you inside,” he implores, lacing his fingers with mine.

  “No.” I shake my head. “Here, I want you here.”

  A deep groan reverberates in the back of his throat as I kiss each of his tattoos. “Baby, it’s minus fucking nine out here—you’ll freeze.”

  “And you won’t?”

  “I’m a man, River. I can handle a little cold.”

  “Well then, I guess you’d better do everything you can to keep me warm as well.” I flick my tongue over his lip.

  “God fucking dammit,” he grunts, bringing himself forward until our bare chests are flush together. My hard nipples are pressed against his skin. “Can I touch you?” Rick’s desperate rasp is like a bolt of lust, straight to my pussy.

  “Please,” I mewl, already arching into him.

  “You are a Queen,” he murmurs, pulling back slightly to rain kisses down the valley of my breasts. “My fucking Queen.” He cups me, taking care to lick and kiss my plump flesh, and doing everything in his power to avoid my nipple.

  “Rick, please…” I moan, shamelessly.

  Dangerous eyes peer up at me. “You need my mouth on these pretty nipples, baby?” He teases me further by swinging a thumb over the hardened peak, making me buck against him.

  “Yes…” I keen, my spine curves as I slide my hand through his hair, urging him to where I need him the most.

  “Fuck yes.” His feral growl is muffled as his lips seal around my nipple. Wrapping both arms around me, he tightens his grip and takes his sweet time worshipping each breast. Lapping, suckling, and nipping.

  “Oh God.” I writhe in pleasure on top of him, pushing myself further into his mouth. Every nerve-ending in my body alight with desire.

  Taking my hand, he places it over my center and gently rubs. “Touch yourself for me, baby. Get that pussy nice and wet for Daddy’s cock.”

  Holy fuck.

  I don’t hesitate.

  At this point, I’d do anything for this man.

  Dipping my hand under the waistband of my stockings, adrenaline rushes through me as my fingers sink inside my panties, and delve into the wetness gathering there.

  Yesss.

  My body takes on a life of its own as I give into this overwhelming sensation inundating my system. My eyes close as I circle my clit in slow, purposeful ministrations, wanting to prolong this for as long as possible.

  Growling, Rick attacks my other nipple in aggressive, unforgiving lashes, and clutches my hips in a vice-like grip, guiding me over him.

  “Cup your tit,” comes his ragged demand. Again, I obey, and I watch in rapture as his eyes flare with excitement. “Pinch your nipple.”

  I’m simultaneously stroking my clit and squeezing my nipples, when his hand disappears betwe
en us to palm his erection.

  “Goddamn, baby. Always so fucking obedient.” He gives his shaft a rough knead.

  “Rick, please,” I whine, moving my hand faster, but it’s not enough. I need him. “I can’t wait, I need you.”

  “I need to get you ready for me,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m not exactly small. I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

  Anticipation swirls inside of me, reaching a critical level and I can’t hold it in anymore. Ripping my hand from my panties, I cup his jaw and smash my lips to his is a bruising kiss. “Fuck that. I’m more than aware of how hung you are, City Boy. In fact, I recall struggling to fit your monster cock inside my mouth not too long ago.” His eyes blaze at the memory. “I’m more than ready for you, but even if I wasn’t, make me. Hurt me if you have to, I don’t care. Just fuck me and put us both out of our miseries.”

  The savage look shadowing his eyes tell me I’ve just given him the keys to the kingdom. “You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed.” Lunging at me, Rick’s mouth collides with mine and our bodies crash together with a brutal and blazing force.

  I can’t control myself.

  I feel him everywhere.

  His hot lips slant over mine, kissing and attacking me with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

  Over and over again, he nips, bites, and lick my lips, tasting me with reckless abandon.

  “You going to ride Daddy’s cock like a good little girl, baby?”

  Exhilaration licks up my spine as goosebumps scatter across my skin. “God, yes.”

  I yield to him because Christ, I need this.

  I need him.

  My hands fly to his slacks, grappling with his zipper as his mouth moves to my breasts, greedily fastening onto my nipple.

  A breathy moan falls from my lips as he bites down hard. “Oh fuck,” I whimper, frantically clawing my nails down his back, and nuzzling my nose in his neck.

  “River,” Rick snarls, eyes blacker than I’ve ever seen them as he fists my hair and yanks my head back. “I’m going to fucking own you.” His free hand engulfs my throat, compressing just a little and cutting off my air supply. “Mind. Body. And soul.”

  Fear seizes my heart for the faintest of moments, but it’s quickly erased when I remind myself that this is Rick. He’d never intentionally hurt me.

  Even though I’ve only known him a short time, I trust him with my life.

  “Not if I own you first,” I threaten, pouncing on him.

  Framing his face, I drag his lip into my mouth and sink my teeth into his flesh so hard, I taste copper on my tongue.

  “Christ,” he hisses, swiping a droplet of blood from his lip. Smirking up at me, Rick takes in the red liquid smeared across his thumb, and brings it to my mouth. “You want to play rough, sweetheart?” He glides said thumb over my lip, staining me in his blood. “Taste it,” he orders, and my tongue darts out to sample the tangy fluid. “You fucking love it, don’t you, baby?”

  From the way he reared back when I bit him, I expected him to be angry. Instead, when he looks up at me, it’s not rage I see in his eyes… it’s a ferocious, insatiable arousal.

  Rick lays a stinging smack on my ass, making me yelp. “Answer me.”

  A sharp zing of euphoria shoots up my spine, as pain radiates through my body. “Yes,” I cry out, rolling my groin against his.

  “Yes, what, baby?” Rick’s voice is a feral growl, next to my ear.

  The savagery in his tone should have me running for the hills. The harsh and unapologetic way he’s handling me should have warning signs going off in my head like fog horns, but it doesn’t. Instead, I find myself craving more.

  I want to feel the bite of his smack again. I want him to pull my hair, and squeeze my throat so hard, I black out from the lack of oxygen. I want him to use me. To fuck my body like I’m nothing but a filthy whore.

  “Yes, what, River?” he seethes, taking my face in his hands and forcing me to look at him. I remain quiet, basking in the way my silence riles him up. His eyes narrow into menacing slits. “Fucking say it.”

  I slam my lips to his. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Fuuuck!” He releases a deafening roar, as his cock pulses violently beneath me. “Show Daddy how much you love the taste of me in your mouth. Spread those sexy fucking legs for me.”

  Not needing to be told twice, I part my legs just a little wider, jerking against him as he fists the crotch of my panty-hoes and rips them down the middle.

  Good lord.

  My excitement soaks my panties as he runs the tip of his finger up and down my center. “Such a dirty slut. So wet for me.” He toys with my clit over my panties and I buck against him, collapsing into his neck. “That’s it, sweetheart. Grind that beautiful fucking body onto Daddy’s fingers.” Launching forward, he captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking long and hard, before releasing with a loud pop. “Push your panties aside, baby. Let Daddy see that pretty little cunt.”

  Whimpering, I do as he asks, lifting up on my haunches to slide the saturated fabric to the side.

  “Fuck yes.” Wild eyes lock on my quivering sex, every muscle in his body flexes as he fights for control. “Get your ass up here and sit on my face. I want to fuck that tight snatch with my tongue until you’re dripping down my chin.”

  I’d never deny him anything, but right now I’m coiled so tight, I might explode if I don’t feel him inside of me. “Not tonight, City Boy,” I murmur kissing my way down his body, aching to feel him move deep within me.

  The low growl of displeasure I get in response, makes me smile.

  “Tonight, I want to ride your cock so long and so hard, we feel each other when we walk tomorrow.”

  A twisted and sadistic look haunts his eyes as his lips curl into an evil grin. “Oh, trust me, baby. I have every intention of fucking you so goddamn hard, you’ll need a motherfucking wheelchair by the time I’m through with you.”

  My mouth falls open at his sordid promise, and the coil inside me finally shatters.

  “Time for talking is over.” I lower his zipper, and bite my lip when I spy the engorged head of his cock peeking out from under his black Calvin Klein. “My turn to have a little fun.” I give him a sexy wink and shuffle off him. Shimmying out of my panties and skirt, I move my attention to the gorgeous man before me. I tug on his pants and briefs, sliding them over his ass as Rick lifts his hips to assist me.

  Shoving the clothing past his ankles, I fall to my knees and crawl between his parted legs. My mouth waters I watch his oozing cock spring out and slap against his stomach.

  “Such a fat fucking cock.” Needing another taste of him, I spread the white pre-cum over his crown with my hand; and with my mouth, I lean in and trail my tongue up the sensitive seam of his sack.

  “Mother…” His hips jolt off the couch, and his hands white-knuckle the cushion as he throws his head back on a sigh.

  Kissing my way up his thickness, I’m just about to take him in my mouth, when he hauls me back up and plonks me on his lap. “I don’t think so.”

  “I wasn’t finished,” I grumble, gripping his shoulders and kneeling over him.

  Positioning me, Rick clasps the base of his shaft and guides the head through my wetness. “The road goes both ways, baby,” he mutters on a groan, shuddering as he connects with my clit.

  Oh, you son of a bitch.

  “You’re fucking evil,” I jeer, grinding down on him.

  He gives me a slow and sexy smile. “Yeah, but you love it.” He grasps my hips. “Now, be a good girl and sit on my cock.”

  “Oh God, Rick…” River mewls, carefully working herself over my length.

  Goddamn, she feels incredible.

  Her eyes close and her lips part in pleasure as she rests her hands on my stomach for leverage.

  “Ahh fuuck,” I grit out, stroking the small of her back and holding her steady as she lowers further, taking me deeper.

  The vein in my neck throbs, my heart pounds, and my eyes
squeeze shut as I summon every ounce of strength I have not to slam her down.

  I’m not an idiot, I know I’m bigger than most, and that isn’t me being conceited. I’ve been blessed with a larger than average cock, and I know despite the blatant bullshit she spews, it’s going to hurt, especially if she hasn’t been with anyone in a while.

  My heart soars knowing she’s given me the freedom to be as rough as I want with her, but I fucking refuse to be the reason she’s in pain—even if it is pleasurable.

  My eyes fall to where we’re connected, and I swear, my cock grows another inch at the sight of us. So fucking sexy.

  “Look at you taking Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.” I tweak her nipples and let my hands roam her flawless figure. “So fucking hungry for this dick, aren’t you, baby?”

  She’s so tight, she’s squeezing me like a goddamn glove.

  “Rick,” River pleads, reaching down between us and stroking her clit.

  A possessive and jealous growl rips through me as I watch her pleasure herself. I give her precisely five seconds of playtime before I’m batting her hand away and replacing it with my own.

  Not fucking happening.

  As sexy as it is it to watch her caress her swollen little bud, she doesn’t get to touch herself unless I say so.

  “This cunt is mine,” I remind her, tapping her slick muscle and feeling her spasm against me. “You only touch this pretty pussy when I tell you to.”

  Christ. She’s drenched.

  A deep frown contorts her beautiful face and her mouth falls open on a silent gasp as her walls stretch to accommodate my size. “Jesus.”

  Sensing her discomfort, I sit upright and take her lips in a long and slow kiss. “Easy, baby.” I savor the taste of her, and try to convey to her that we don’t have to rush. This isn’t a race. We have all the time in the world. In fact, I’m more than happy to spend the entire fucking night cherishing and worshipping her body the way she deserves. “Relax for me.” I smother kisses along her shoulder. “Just take it nice and slow.”

  Needing to get her mind off the initial ache, I dip my head down and suck her delicate bud into my mouth. “That’s my girl,” I praise her, rolling her nipple between my teeth.