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

by C Standing

  God, I don’t know how much more I can take.

  The blissful mix of his tongue and fingers is almost too much.

  Grabbing a fistful of Rick’s hair, I mewl as he brings me closer.

  The erotic echoes of my moans combined with his slurps and grunts fill my bedroom.

  Pushing a thick finger inside of me, Rick flattens the length of his tongue over my sex and wiggles it around.

  “Oh Jesus...” I gasp, my body jolting and arching off the bed.

  However, before I get the chance to enjoy every plunge of his fingers, he’s pulling out and crawling back up my body.

  “I need to be inside you before I explode,” he demands gruffly, licking my juices off his lips.

  “Let me feel you,” I purr, running my hand over his straining length, and making sure to give his balls a firm squeeze.

  Eyes pinching shut, Rick groans and sags against me, the pleasure racking his body clearly too much to bear. “Baby.”

  His desperate plea doesn’t go unnoticed.

  I know he’s barely holding on; I can see it in the way his exquisite body tenses.

  “Now, honey,” I implore, breathlessly. “I need you now.”

  Groaning, he towers over me, lacing our fingers together, and looking deep into my eyes. “I love you, River McKinley,” he rasps. “Forever.”

  Kissing me softly, he enters me in one smooth motion.

  “I love you, too.”

  We spend the rest of the night making up for lost time, showing each other with our bodies and mouths just how much we cherish and worship one another.

  The sun is coming up the next morning when we finally stop for some sleep. Sated, content, and completely at peace, I lay in his arms, listening to the soothing sound of his heart, and smiling when he pulls me close.

  “Just in case you need reminding, you’re mine forever, sweetheart. And I’m never letting you go.”

  For the first time in over ten years, I finally feel like I belong somewhere, and that somewhere is with him.

  “Ditto, City Boy.”

  I kiss his chest.

  I’m finally home.

  “You don’t have to do this, you know,” I say to Rick as we sit on the beach in Malibu, the shore lapping at our feet as we watch Skylar build sandcastles next to us.

  He introduced me to his little girl two weeks after we reunited. I’d flown over to L.A., and stayed with him for a couple of weeks—which inevitably turned into months. We took her out for family outings to the zoo, trips for ice cream, we even had girly dress-up play dates, karaoke sessions, and endless Disney movie nights.

  After living together for a few weeks, Rick was chomping at the bit to have me living there permanently, but I didn’t want to rush Skylar into something she wasn’t ready for.

  I wanted to ease her in and get her used to me.

  It only took me a matter of hours to fall head over heels for his adorable little angel, and when the time came for me to leave, Rick made it his mission to spend the whole night fucking me into submission, and making me promise I’d stay.

  Powerless to deny him, I stayed.

  I wasn’t keen on living in the house where she had been, but I didn’t want to uproot his or Skylar’s life.

  Being the incredible man that my guy is, he came home a few days later with the keys to a new house. Needing to show how thankful I was, I dropped to my knees in the kitchen and worshipped his cock until he came down my throat.

  I didn’t have the heart to sell my house in Charlestown, so we often use it an escape when he needs to get away from the madness of L.A.

  As soon as he could, Rick filed for divorce from Sadie, and strangely, she didn’t put up a fight. I’m not sure if he paid someone off, but he was a free man within a matter of weeks.

  I’m not going to lie, I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop with her, but he assures me she’s no longer a problem for us, so I put her out of my mind.

  The night his divorce was final, all five of us had gone out for dinner, and he’d used Skylar to propose to me with the ring I’d seen at the silent auction he’d taken me to, all those months ago. The fact he’d made sure Joey and Christian were there to witness this huge milestone in our relationship, made me fall in love with him even more.

  Naturally, I said yes.

  How could I refuse a four-year-old?

  “I’m not doing it because I think I have to,” he assures me, lifting my hand up and kissing the engagement ring glistening in the midday sun. “You’ll be my wife soon, baby. Is it so bad that I want to watch my wife's beautiful stomach grow round with my baby?”

  The other night after an intense love making session, he’d been resting his head on my stomach, when he peppered kisses all over the sensitive skin and told me he wished he could see my stomach grow round with child.

  The thought crushed my heart, because it's been something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.

  I've been aching to feel my body grow with pregnancy, and experience those maternal instincts that only a mother can feel, but with him having a vasectomy, I haven’t let myself hope or dream.

  Feeling so consumed with love for the man behind me, I snuggle into him, kissing him softly. “Of course, it’s not. You know how much I want to carry your child, but I don’t want you to feel pressured into this. Skylar is more than enough for me.”

  And she is.

  His little girl is a dream come true.

  The moment she called me Mom for the first time, I broke down in tears.

  Bringing his finger to my chin, he turns my head toward him. “There’s no question in my mind that my children see you as their mother, and I couldn’t be fucking happier about that. But I want a child with you, sweetheart. I want to watch you grow, be right by your side when you bring our son or daughter into the world, and I want to raise them knowing they have the best mother they could ever ask for.”

  “Stop,” I say, my voice cracking as tears sting the backs of my eyes. “You can’t say this stuff to me and not expect me to get emotional.”

  Chuckling, Rick kisses the top of my head. “I’m going to have this operation and wait the excruciating two fucking weeks until I can make love to you again.” Honestly, I think he’s dreading that more. The fact he has to wait a few weeks before he can be inside of me again. “And when I’ve healed, I’m going to dedicate every waking minute to filling this sexy little body with as much of my cum as I possibly can until you tell me there’s a little one growing in there. One way or another, sweetheart, I’m knocking you up.”

  Sniffling, I wipe my eyes and huff out a laugh. “Wow, City Boy. You’re that determined, huh?” I tease.

  “Tenacity is my middle name, baby.” He winks, warming my heart.

  “You and your tenacity.”

  “Hey, it got me you, didn’t it?”

  “Well,” I purr, taking off his cap and putting it on me. “That, and your magic fucking cock.”

  Growling, I feel him twitch in his jeans. “Let’s go home so I can show you how magical my cock really is.”

  Biting my lip, I peer up at him, desire rushing through my veins. “Let’s go, City Boy.”

  “Aren’t you coming in?” my beautiful wife asks as she steps out of the water to our swim-up villa, looking like a fucking vision as the water cascades down the stunning curves of her body, cresting at her baby bump as she waddles toward me. “The water's gorgeous.”

  Not as gorgeous as you, baby.

  I finally made an honest woman out of my girl a month after our talk on the beach. I’d wanted to marry her the second I proposed, but she’d wanted to wait until Mali and Lydia could be there. They were her best friends after all, so of course I agreed, but under the stipulation that she didn’t make me wait years. I’d already waited long enough for her, I wanted her as my wife as soon as fucking possible.

  The moment the church doors opened and our guests stood to greet her, my entire fucking world stopped. She’d always been b
eautiful to me, but seeing her walk toward me in a flawless yet simple white dress, she ripped the air from my lungs.

  I already knew I was the luckiest asshole on the planet, but this just solidified it.

  Every goddamn day she brings me to my knees without even trying, and our wedding day was no different.

  The moment the officiant pronounced us husband and wife, I’d cleared everyone out, needing to be alone with my new wife. Dragging her into the confessional, I’d lifted her dress, bent her over the bench, and drove home, fucking her hard in the house of God, while our guests waited outside.

  I’d been fighting an erection the entire ceremony, there was no way I was waiting until the evening to make love to my wife.

  I was strong, but I wasn’t that strong.

  We’d decided we wanted to start trying for a baby pretty much straight after the wedding, so every opportunity I had, I was inside of her, filling her with my seed and making her cum until she passed out with exhaustion.

  Everyone had said we were crazy to even think about starting a family at our ages. I was in my fifties and she was heading toward a dangerous age herself, but that didn’t stop us. But being the selfish fuck that I am, I couldn’t give a shit what everyone else thought.

  I wanted to see my wife pregnant with my child, and I’d do anything fucking possible to make it happen.

  It wasn’t easy.

  In fact, it was damn right excruciating.

  We had several failed attempts, and endless nights of tears and heartache when the pregnancy tests came back as negative, but I refused to give up. Watching the woman I love sob her heart out, because she wasn’t pregnant, fucking gutted me. But I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

  Then one night seven months ago, out of the blue she’d started to feel a little queasy and under the weather, so we’d taken a test on the off-chance, both of us prepared for that goddamn single pink line, when it came back as positive.

  Fucking positive.

  We’d finally done it.

  Since then, we’ve been insatiable for each other.

  Every chance we get, we’re sneaking off for a quickie. She’ll come to my office and I’ll take her over my desk, or I’ll go into hers and have her ride me in her office chair. Christ, it’s gotten so bad, she’s giving me blowies in the parking lot of grocery stores, or I’m pulling off to the side of the road when we go out for date nights and fucking her up against a tree or over the hood of our car.

  We can’t get enough of each other.

  My woman pregnant is easily one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen. If I were a younger man, I’d dedicate every waking minute to keeping her pregnant.

  This is our last vacation before she’s due to give birth, so I wanted it to be an amazing one. I’d brought us to the Maldives and rented out the entire island so she could just relax and enjoy our vacation without the worry of offending other guests of the resort with our sexual antics.

  Because let’s face it, we’re fucking animals.

  Can you blame me? I’m madly in love with my wife, and I like to show it.

  The only other people here were the island staff I’d hired to cook and clean, and they know to look the other way when they see us in any kind of compromising position.

  “I’m just enjoying the view.” I wink, my cock hardening when I see a stunning shade of pink tint her cheeks.

  Shuffling over to me, River purses her lips together, fighting a smile and tapping my knee. “Stop being such a horndog, and come join your wife.”

  Snagging her hand, I pull her into my arms. “Never going to happen.”

  Cupping her cheek, I bring her in for a soft kiss.

  Smiling against my mouth, she murmurs, “Didn’t you get enough this morning?”

  What can I say? The woman was teasing me with strawberries, so I made her pay for it. Several times.

  Gripping her ass, I rock her over my erection, loving the sexy little moan I get in response. “It’s me, baby. Enough isn’t in my vocabulary.”

  Linking her fingers around my neck, she melts into the kiss. “But I want to go swimming with my husband.”

  My fingers move to her neck, untying the string on her bikini top. “And I want my wife’s hot little cunt tightening around my cock.” I slowly peel away the material covering her full tits, and brush my thumbs over her hardened nipples. “You willing to compromise?”

  Whimpering, her eyes close as she pushes herself into my touch. “What did you have in mind?”

  Trailing my tongue along her cleavage, I taste the salt from the ocean, and trail my hand down between her legs, dipping my fingers inside her bottoms.

  Fuck, she’s so wet.

  Circling her clit, I rasp, “How about you ride your husband’s thick cock now, and then I’ll take you into the ocean so we can make some more waves out there.”

  Rearing back, my little vixen arches a brow. “You think you can go again so soon?”

  Sassy little…

  Growling, I slide a finger inside her wetness, watching intently as she whimpers and rests against me. “I think you’re extremely aware that stamina isn’t a problem for me.” I swat her ass for good measure. “But why don’t you fuck me and find out.” I pinch her nipple before taking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the peak.

  “Oh fuck…” she moans, grinding down on my cock. “Daddy, please.”

  Christ. After all this time, she still remembers to call me Daddy during sex.

  Desperate to get inside of her, I push her bikini bottoms to the side, and pull my cock out. “Fuck me, baby, before I go insane.”

  River grips my base and guides me into her until I'm as far I can go. “I love you, City Boy.”

  Taking charge, I squeeze her hips, getting lost in the euphoria of having her warmth around me again. “Fuck,” I grit out, “I love you so fucking much, sweetheart.”

  We make love to each other, right there on the sun bed, out in the open, teasing and caressing each other until we’re both crying out in pleasure.

  “Jesus,” I pant, “how does it always get better?”

  Chest heaving, River turns onto her side and traces my abs. “Because it’s us.”

  Turning to face my girl, I lay a protective hand on her bump and pull her in for another kiss. “I’m so fucking glad you came to New York, Mrs. Blackley.”

  “Me too, Mr. Blackley. Me, too.”

  The End

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  Acknowledgments

  I’m not going to lie, this is probably going to be a tough one to write, but here we go.

  Mum – you aren’t here anymore, but you’re always with me. This book was written for you—in honour of you. I miss you more than words can say, and I wish you were still here with me, but I’m at peace knowing you no longer have to fight. You’re the bravest and strongest woman I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. You fought your hardest for five years, and you truly kicked ass, but in the end the battle proved too much. There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think of you. I’ll hold you in my heart forever. I love you, always.

  To my husband – babe, thank you so much for always being there, supporting me, and giving me the freedom to follow my dreams. I love you, always and forever.

  Zainab – bish, what can I say? How was I luck
y enough to not only find an awesome editor in you, but also one of my closest friends. Thanks for answering my endless questions, for always being excited when I showed your snippets, and for being one of my biggest cheerleads. Your friendship is invaluable, and despite all our BS, your friendship truly means the world to me. Thank you for everything and here’s to many more years of friendship and books!

  To my reader group – thank you for being so awesome!

  About the Author

  Sexy. Angsty. Romance

  Author of mature, sexy contemporary romance, C Standing lives for writing swoony, brooding males who will do anything to be with the women they love.

  She resides in England with her husband and daughter. In her spare time, C Standing loves to read and listen to audiobooks by her favorite authors.

  When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s spending time with her family. Connect with me!

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