A Hard Man To Love (A Dark Alpha Romance) (Nice and Dirty Series Book 2)

by Lola StVil

  Oh my God, the pleasure.

  Oh my God, the pain.

  Pleasure. Pain

  Pleasure. Pain.

  “OhhhhhhhmyyyygoooooooodRex.” I pant out in short breaths.

  I feel like I’m dying, but at the same time, I’ve never felt more alive. I am bodiless, weightless, and yet I am a prisoner, a slave to my body’s most primal desires. I can’t breathe. My heart is slamming in my chest. It’s terrible. It’s amazing.

  And then, just like that, it’s over. His hands are gone.

  I feel relieved. I feel empty. I feel lost and found. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I only know Rex is bringing me to life in a way I never expected. He’s making me feel like I can never get enough of this.

  I don’t have long to recover from the delicious assault before his touch is back on me. He licks my lips and my clit, tasting me. His tongue is soothing, warm, easing the pain of his brutal, relentless fingers. He licks me again, and I feel my body respond to him. Another wave of wetness rushes from me, and I gasp. He sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s battered and sore and swollen from the multiple orgasms I’ve had. It’s so tender that I can’t bear him to suckle on it that way, but I can’t bear the thought of him stopping, either.

  He sucks harder, and my leg muscles tense up. I cry out, begging him to stop, then begging him to keep going, all in the same snatched breath. He sucks hard again, showing me who is in charge, hurting me and healing me in one movement. He pushes his fingers inside me as he suckles harder, teasing my tip with his tongue. I feel myself stretching as he forces his way in. My muscles clamp around him as an orgasm seizes me with no warning. I scream, my raw throat stinging as the feeling smacks through my body, battering it.

  I feel my clit throbbing as my peak hits, and as it throbs, he bites it. It’s more than I can bear. It’s everything I ever wanted. It’s everything and nothing. It’s agony and ecstasy.

  “Fuck. Stop. No, don’t stop. Ahhh. Oh my God. Rex. Reeeex,” I scream.

  My whole body shudders, I feel my eyes roll back in my head, and, for just a second, everything goes black. I come back to myself, and his touch is gone.

  I am jelly inside. I am a mess, waiting for his next touch. It doesn’t come quickly enough, and I crave him. I need him to hurt me, to pleasure me, to punish me and to praise me. I need it all, and I need it now, but the thought of him touching me again while I am so battered, so physically past it, scares me. The fear brings with it a wave of desire stronger than anything I’ve felt before. It’s the most basic primal need. The animalistic need for him. I need him to devour me, to break me, to ruin me. I need him to hold me and kiss me and tell me everything will be okay.

  I start as something touches my lips. His fingers. He pushes them inside my mouth, and I suck on them, the physical feel of them keeping me grounded. Sane. I can taste myself on his fingers. I taste of excitement, pain, passion. I taste of us.

  He pulls his fingers from my mouth all too soon. I feel him shift his weight again. I can feel the outsides of his legs touching the insides of mine. He’s kneeling between my thighs. He runs his fingers lightly down my stomach, tickling me with his nails. I push myself up from the mattress as much as I can, arching my back, pushing myself into his touch.

  He moves his hands. A clear warning for me to behave. I force myself to flop back onto the mattress. His touch comes again, lightly scratching down my body. I resist the urge to move into his touch. I let him tease me. I need more. I need him to pound against my flesh, to twist it, knead it, grab me. I need his strong, physical touch.

  His runs his tongue from my belly button to my neck. He nibbles on my neck and collarbone, and I gasp in a breath as he sets me on fire all over again. My pussy and clit are sore, overused. It feels so good as they throb, sending painful, amazing waves through my stomach.

  He kisses me, pushing his tongue in, filling my mouth. I gasp in a breath through my nose and kiss him back. I can feel the need in me reflected in his kiss. This is driving him as wild as it’s driving me. Knowing my body has that effect on him pushes me further over the edge, and it’s all I can do not to try to break the bonds that hold me.

  I want to run my hands through his hair, run my nails down his back, leaving behind long red welts. I want him to fill me up. I want to cup his ass and force him in deeper with each stroke.

  He pulls back from my mouth, and I feel him move back down my body. He runs his fingers through my slit. I can feel how wet I am down there. I can feel the puddle beneath me soaking into the mattress. I want to shut my legs, to not be this exposed, this vulnerable. But I can’t. I am stuck this way. On show for him. And knowing that turns me on so much.

  He runs his finger through my slit again, and I suck in a breath at the stinging feeling as his fingers caress my swollen lips.

  The music in my ears changes then. The soft piano notes become harsh, pounding. They bang through my head, and he slams into me as they reach their crescendo. I scream his name as I take his full length. My pussy stretches, and it hurts like hell where it’s so raw, but it feels so fucking amazing.

  He thrusts in and out of me, long, slow strokes that make me beg him for more. I need the release that will only come from him fucking me hard and fast.

  The music is still pounding through me, and he matches his strokes to its tempo. Long, drawn-out notes match the long, drawn-out strokes. He lowers himself onto me. I can feel his weight pressing down on me. He moves his hand to my throat and wraps it around it. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t try to choke me.

  He leaves his hand there, and the message is loud and clear. He owns me. He can do whatever the hell he wants to me. It makes me feel so good. I am his, and that’s exactly as it should be. I am at his mercy.

  He runs his nails down my throat, and then his mouth is on mine again. He kisses me, a long, passionate kiss that sets me on fire.

  The music starts to speed up, and his thrusts get faster too. He is hammering into me, faster, faster. The music builds up, and my orgasm builds up with it. It hits a long, drawn-out note, and my release comes. My pussy clamps around Rex’s cock. His cock twitches inside me, and as the music fades out, we come together, our juices mixing and mingling inside me, hot against my tender skin.

  I scream out his name one last time as the orgasm holds me in its delicious fingers. I hear him shout my name too as the music ends, his face pressed into my neck. And then it’s over.

  He reaches up and takes the headphones off me. He unties the blindfold and removes it. I try to talk, but I can’t find my voice yet. My breathing is still a series of pants; my heart is still racing. And every part of my body stings. I feel sated, satisfied. Alive.

  He unties my hands and feet without a word. They flop to the mattress, and I make no effort to move them. I just leave them where they fall. He gently moves one arm and one leg and then he lies beside me. He rolls onto his side, props his head up on one elbow, and puts his other hand flat on my stomach.

  “Are you all right, Ava?”

  I nod, not trusting my voice to work.

  “How did it feel?” he asks.

  I think he’s worried he’s broken me, so I find my voice.

  “It felt like everything I ever wanted.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  REX

  I wake up with Ava wrapped in my arms. Last night was mind-blowing. I took her places she’d never been before. I pushed her further than I should have, but I knew she could take it, and the way she looked at me when she told me it was everything she has ever wanted told me I was right.

  She was exhausted after, and lay on the bed until she got her breath back. She didn’t get up. She just rolled over, wrapped her arm around me, and fell into a deep sleep. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I stayed there until, eventually, sleep took me too.

  It’s still early, but I already need to feel her pussy clamping around me again. My hard cock is pressing into the small of her back. I move lower so it’s against her ass and thrus
t my hips. She mutters something I can’t make out. I kiss her neck and run my tongue along her collarbone. She stirs slightly.

  I move my hand off her stomach and gently rub it along her slit. Her lips are swollen, and they must be tender, because she wakes up with a gasp. I start to move my hand away, but she covers it with hers, holding it in place.

  I push my fingers inside her lips, slowly massaging her clit. She turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder.

  “Good morning,” she says in a low voice.

  “It is now,” I say with a grin.

  I lift my head and kiss her. I speed up my hand, and she gasps again, sucking in a breath from my mouth. She moans.

  She breaks our kiss and moans again, louder this time. She reaches behind herself and wraps her hand around my cock. She moves her hand up and down, squeezing me and making me even harder.

  When she comes, she still doesn’t stop milking me, and I know I’m not far off myself. I gently take her wrist and move her hand away. I lift her top leg and slip inside her. I release her leg. Her thighs are pressed together, and it makes her already tight pussy grip me even harder.

  I want to ram into her, to take her roughly, but I know she’s sore and swollen, and although she enjoys pain, I don’t want to hurt her more than she can take. I thrust slowly, almost lazily into her. She meets my thrusts with her own. The tightness of her around me sends me to the edge quickly. I reach around and pull on her nipples. It drives her wild, and she writhes against me, pushing her body back against mine as she comes hard. Her waves of juices coat me, and I feel myself slipping over the edge too as my own orgasm grips me.

  “Oh my God, Ava,” I cry as I come hard inside her.

  I slip out, and she collapses back against me as her own orgasm fades. We lie that way for a long time, neither of us wanting to break the closeness that has fallen over us.

  EPILOGUE: SIX YEARS LATER

  AVA

  “Ava?” I hear Rex shout as I finish putting Luke’s lunch into his bag.

  “What?” I shout back.

  “I can’t find my keys. Any ideas?”

  He walks into the kitchen looking stressed. “I’m going to be late for work.”

  I smile. “You work for yourself, Rex. You can go in when you want.”

  I go to him and wrap my arms around his waist. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.

  “Do you think maybe you’re a bit stressed about Luke’s first day at school rather than your keys?” I say gently.

  “Maybe,” he says.

  I feel a warm rush on my head as he laughs.

  “Oh, forget maybe.” He holds me out at arm’s length. “I’m fucking terrified. What if he hates it?”

  “Then he’ll be like eighty percent of the other kids.” I laugh.

  I move away from Rex and go to the bottom of the stairs. We’ve moved from the apartment to a house now. We needed the extra space once Luke came along.

  “Luke? Luke? Come on, let’s go.”

  “Coming,” he shouts.

  I hear a clatter as he races from his room. Rex comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. He rubs my bump.

  “Kids are hard, and you make this parenting thing look so easy,” he says into my ear.

  “Then maybe I should be an actress rather than a journalist, because I doubt myself every day.”

  “You shouldn’t,” he says.

  He kisses mt neck as Luke appears at the top of the stairs.

  “Eww,” he says, his little face twisted in disgust.

  Rex laughs and stands back from me. “Charming.”

  Luke starts down the stairs. He looks so cute in his little uniform. A real little man with his shirt and tie, dress pants, and blazer. I try not to focus on the fact he looks so small. He’ll be fine.

  He reaches the third step from the bottom, and Rex scoops him up and spins him around. Luke giggles as Rex sets him down.

  “So, how are you feeling about your first day?” Rex asks.

  “I can’t wait,” Luke says with the enthusiasm only a child can bring. “Come on. Let’s go.”

  “Lead the way, champ,” Rex says.

  Luke slips his hand into Rex’s and starts pulling him toward the door. I head back to the kitchen to grab his bag. I rub my hands over my bump and smile to myself. Our little family is growing. A new chapter is beginning. And I know instinctively that it’s only going to get better when Rex and I meet our daughter…

  THE END.

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