Chasing Beautiful (Chasing 1)
Page 11I shook my head, “No, none.” His smile was predatory and victorious, eyes gleaming.
He slowly entered me and pulled out almost immediately.
“Baby, you feel like a virgin! I love it that your pu**y’s like this—best f**king pu**y I’ve ever had.”
I looked at him as he was watching our bodies joining together. He’s staring down candidly as his c**k slid cautiously to my tightened core.
He seemed to cherish the idea of being the only man I’ve ever had sex with and groaned like a caveman as he shoved his c**k inside me, thrusting hard with no inhibition and no restraint. My vagina walls immediately enveloped him, accommodating his size.
“You’re mine! All mine!” growling like an animal.
“I love how you feel…so silky, wet, and f**king tight” He groaned loudly. ‘I’ve been constantly thinking about—when I can have you again and again. I can’t get you out of my head—when I saw you tonight, I couldn’t help myself…. I needed to have a taste of whatever you can give me. I needed to be inside you or I’ll go insane,’ he sounded raw with want, as he took the pace and held my hips tighter and have my legs wrapped on his hips in an angle where it hits the spot and taking him deeper inside me.
Thrusting harder, filling me, stretching me, taking as much as he can with no restraint. His penis was undeniably stretching me to its capacity.
I can’t deny him this…. I can’t deny us both, this. Sex with Kyle was always this good when we were together.
So, it was hardly a surprise when we couldn’t help ourselves.
I felt my body and pu**y tighten around him building up slowly for an orgasm, the friction more intense, fervent and exquisite. I’m almost at the tipping point as I felt my body convulse around him as my climax coming to close. I held his shoulders—digging my fingers—and screaming hard as I came.
Kyle held my hips harder and placed his lips on my neck as he f**ked me harder with building intensity, trailing close behind me.
He screamed my name against my lips, “Sienna—I love you—always been you,” as he spilled his seed inside me with one hard thrust of his hips.
Thank god I was on the pill.
Six
Deep breaths.
He said he loved me.
He still loves me.
I have so many questions I needed to ask him, but can’t seem to find the strength or the wherewithal to look him in the eye without breaking.
I might’ve just deluded myself that this was over...Could it be possible that it’s one of those ‘you-don’t-realize-what-you-have-until-you-lost it’ syndrome? I groaned.
I really am in the shitter.
I slowly opened my eyes and drank him in. His hair and clothes looking all disheveled and eyes that seem to be raging something from deep within. He got up and started to get dressed without even giving me a glance.
Thinking that whatever comeuppance this situation brings, I played a major part in it—so I should hold my head high and act like the mature person that I am.
I sighed.
“Kyle—” I whispered him.
He was staring at the window his back towards me like he’s trying to gather his thoughts.
Distant and unreachable.
Why isn’t he talking?
I straightened up my clothes and tried my best to fix my fair through my shaky fingers.
I didn’t ask for this, but yet I couldn’t stop or deny myself the opportunity to have him again.
Even for the last time.
Wanting him and him wanting me, it was just all too much and yet it was something I couldn’t just walk away from.
Oh, damn it to hell and back.
“Kyle, say something!” I croaked, still, no response. What in God’s name was he playing at?
“Oh! I get it! You just needed one last f**k out of your system and walk away! That’s it isn’t it?” The feeling of being used was something I have never encountered before and that feeling didn’t sit well with me, especially when the person in question was Kyle.
He moved against the window and the moonlight shadowed behind him making him appear like he was some sort of dark angel and breathtaking to look at.
And now this fallen angel is staring back at me—with a carte blanche expression.
His facial expression gave me an idea of what was to come and for the first time, I am at a loss for words.
Seven
Kyle
God, she’s gorgeous!
Even in her bedraggled state from our crazy romping, she still has the ability to take my breath away by just standing there, demanding my attention. Her skirt twisted to the other side and not properly fixed, her lips—red and swollen from my lovemaking, her hair disheveled and those beautiful crystal green/gold eyes flashing at me, immobilizing me on the spot from her sheer beauty.
She doesn’t have any clue how she affects me by just a look.
She has this effect on most men.
She doesn’t see it, but I knew and saw how men wanted to possess her, her beauty, her body, her beautiful heart.
She’s next to perfection. And she was mine.
How did I even manage to convince myself that I could be in a same party with her and not feel this? Savagely, cursing myself with my stupidity.
She always possessed power over me. No one has the capacity to drive me up the walls like Sienna can. Back then, she was it for me and yet she still walked away.
I wasn’t enough for her. And never will be.
I have to harden my resolve for my sanity’s sake.
God, this was difficult! My throat ran dry as thoughts ran the scenes a few minutes ago in my head, vividly. How she looked lying there, waiting with desire—all for me.
All mine and mine alone. But not any longer—she will eventually find someone—it wouldn’t be hard. I bet there’s already a line waiting.
The idea of another man possessing her brought ferocious feelings out of me. Jealousy eating me alive.
I can’t go there.
Not tonight.
“Sienna—I’m not going to apologize for this.... seeing you again made it impossible to resist you. I remembered us being good and I just couldn’t seem to help myself…. I had to have you….”
“So, that was just a one-time thing then?” she said in a shaky voice. Her beautiful eyes rimmed with unshed tears, how I want to possess this woman. My heart ached. I hate seeing her hurt, but I can’t let her get to me.