Page 35 of Cruel Love
He groaned as warmth flooded between my legs, his body freezingas his cock pulsed inside me.
Glaring at me with hate still sparkling in his eyes, he pulled out ofme, his cock glistening with my juices and his come. But he was still hard, his cock demanding more attention.
“See what you do to me, Mouse? I fuck you, and yet it isn’t enough.I need more.”
He grabbed my arms, pulling me up, and maneuvering us so I wasstraddling his lap. Moving his hands to my hips, he shoved me down, impaling me on his shaft, and causing another moan to burst free. From this angle, he was impossibly deep inside me.
“That’s it, Mouse, take my cock like a good little whore.”He lifted mebefore slamming me back down on his cock, the pleasure that had been building in me reaching new heights.
I’d never experienced an orgasm before, but I was sure that if Jamescarried on fucking me the way he was, I would experience my first one.
As he began thrusting up into me, I rested my hands on hisshoulders to steady myself, admiring how hard his muscles were underneath his suit.
Without meaning to, my hips started grinding as a desperate need torelease the pressure building in me grew.
“That’s it, Willow. Ride my cock so I can fill you with my come.”James released my hips, raising his hands to yank the straps of my dress down and freeing my breasts.
I wasn’t able to wear a bra with the dress, something which Jameswas now taking full advantage of. He wrapped his mouth around a nipple, sucking it between his lips before tugging with his teeth. Pleasure crashed through me, heading straight for my core and joining the pressure that felt like it was going to erupt out of me any second.
I couldn’t stop myself from throwing my head back and exposing myneck to him as I continued to bounce on his lap. His mouth moved over to the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth like he’d done with the first one.
“James,”I breathed, unable to stop his name falling from my lips.
But as if I’d just dumped a bucket of ice-cold water over him, hefroze before popping off my nipple, the burning lust in his eyes completely extinguished.
His hands returned to my hips where he quickly flipped me over soI was on my back.
“You do not call me that,”he snarled in my face.“You call me Mr.Carter, you fucking slut. And don’t think because I’ve had my tongue in your mouth that this is anything but me fucking you to get you pregnant.”
He thrust twice more, grunting when he emptied his load inside ofme. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, his sudden coldness toward me felt worse than it had ever been before.
He slid out of me tucking himself back in his pants. Slowly, I sat up,ignoring the way my body ached, the confusion running through me, and why I was so disappointed it had come to a sudden end.
Avoiding James’ eye, I corrected my dress before looking out thewindow with tears burning my eyes to find we’d arrived back at the house.
“Get the fuck out of my sight, Willow,”James barked, refusing to lookat me.“And don’t come to my room in the morning. I don’t want to see you.”
Chewing my bottom lip to stop it from wobbling, I got out of the car,needing to get far away from him and his black heart.
Chapter 13
James
Tapping the code to the private elevatorthatwould take me up toJackson’s penthouse, I clenched my jaw, Willow’s taste still lingering on my tongue.
Why thefuckhad I kissed her? I couldn’t stand seeing Billie upset,thinking I wasn’t being true to our deal, and I’d thought one simple kiss would be tolerable.
So why the fuck did I kiss her, not once, but twice in the back of thecar?
I lost control.Thatwas why. Ineededto taste her again. For amoment, I wasn’t thinking. I was acting purely on primal need. I needed to feel the way Willow submitted to me when my mouth was on hers.
Needed to feel her want me, instead of being the statue she usuallywas when I fucked her.
ButthenI made the mistake of looking at her while I was inside her.Seeing the way her face twisted in pleasure as I pounded into her wet pussy. She’d never been wet for me before, and the feeling of her slickness drove me in-fucking-sane.
It was only when she moaned my namethatreality crashed into meat lightning force, reminding methatWillow was meant to be nothing to me. A means to an end.
Ifthatwas the case though, why couldn’t I stop thinking about thehurt written all over her when she got out of the car? And why did the urge to go home and spend the night buried in her cunt feel all-consuming?
