Chasing Imperfection (Chasing 2)

Blake.

My eyes opened quickly in recognition. Blake…is here…next to me…he’s tucked nicely on my neck sleeping peacefully…and his semi-hard dick still jammed in me.

Gosh, last night was crazy! It was amazing, carnal…raw.

It was still dark but the sun was going to rise soon. It’s probably about six in the morning or so. I altered my position a little but his steel arm hauled me back to him. I felt his c**k slowly grow inside me. His breathing accelerated, and his heart thumped fiercely on my back.

Shit, he’s awake. What do I do? Does he even know I’m wide awake? Crap. Do I turn around and say hi?

He started to move his hips, burying himself deeper. He moaned against my ear. A flood of liquid sprouted from my core. He snaked his hand around my stomach to get in between my thighs. His breathing hitched as he parted my pu**y lips and rubbed my clit with two strong fingers. I whimpered as I arched my back, angling my bottom so he can have better access. “Are you awake, poppet?” Blake’s husky voice made my shiver.

Sexiest f**king voice ever!

He toyed with my breast while his c**k stroked me passionately. “You know I am…you slept with your dick inside me,” I stated in a matter of fact tone.

“Much easier for us in the morning, don’t you say? I love the feel of you stretching to accommodate me. I feel honored to share this with you.” My God, when he says things like that—I become undone.

I’m so turned on I’m going postal.

I’m fantastically sore from last night—but feeling him harden inside me—and the fact that I love how he f**ks me—I couldn’t deny myself.

This will be the last time…I made myself promise.

He pulled out and rolled me on my back, parting my shaky legs, he positioned himself over me. His heated gaze seared me—dynamic eyes paralyzed my mind and body.

“You’re beautiful Blake,” my mind is racing and my throat felt like a rock is stuck in it. I’m so in love with you…I don’t know how to stop…but I must.

“Sienna…when you look at me like that—I feel….complete.”

No, let’s not go there.

It’s too much…too soon.

I reached for his c**k and guided him inside me. I recoiled from the burning pain his shaft caused from parting and stretching my pu**y. But when he filled me—the pleasure of having him inside overran the seething pain. “Are you sore, poppet?”

“A bit.” He instantly tensed. “I can stop. I don’t to want hurt you—last night I was too rough with your body—I was out of control. I’m sorry.” My palm touched his cheek. I gazed at him, my heart swelled at the sight of the man I love.

“I was with you all the way, Blake. I wanted you to be out of control. I was so turned on I didn’t care.”

He smiled charmingly, his eyes twinkled mischievously. “When you say things like that—I go ballistic. I can’t enough of you and your beautiful body, Sienna.” He folded my legs, pushed and pressed them against my br**sts, pinned them with his hands. “I need you. Stop me if I become too rough—I get so carried away….I forget if you are being pleasured.”

My hunger was growing adamantly and I wanted him out of control—I loved seeing him out of control. “Pound my little raw pu**y, Blake. Don’t be scared—I love the pain and pleasure you give me. Don’t hold back! Give me your all.”

A guttural sound came from him, “Jesus f**king Christ woman, have mercy on me.”

We mated like animals and I devoured every single touch he gave me. I was hopelessly addicted to Blake, it’s unhealthy. If he wasn’t so exceptional in bed, he would’ve been easy to forget. Okay, maybe not, total bull—but suffice to say the man in question is The Trojan horse.

And boy—never did he hold back. He was like a wild beast—utterly beautiful and so out of control!

We came together screaming. My orgasm was so powerful and violent I passed out.

There was some clanking and other annoying noises coming out of the other room. The smell of breakfast wafted through my door. My stomach growled. I reached for Blake but he wasn’t next to me. He’s probably outside talking to Toby.

I slid off the bed and paused after a few steps. Goodness, I’m sore. I slowly made my way to the toilet and viciously hissed when I peed. Shit, I did ask for it. I did ask for him to go crazy…damn worth it though.

I ran a hot bath and soaked in it for awhile. I sighed happily when I felt my soreness and pain subside. Oh, the magic of hot water. I washed my hair and scrubbed my sticky skin. I came out of the bath after I felt better. I lathered my body with rose scented cream. I was relieved when I didn’t flinch whilst walking. There was still a little stinging going on but nothing acute. It was just a reminder that I had wild delicious sex, no biggie.

I wore white leggings and a white fitted spaghetti top. I ran my hands through my damp hair and hunted down food and coffee.

“Well someone looks radiant after little sleep,” Lucy smiled cheekily.

Oh, fudge cakes. They must’ve heard us. Crap-crappity-crap.

“Good morning Lucy, Toby…Blake.” I felt like I was floating on cloud nine, the wonders of multiple orgasms, surely.

“How many orgasms did Blake reward you hmmm?” Toby sputtered his coffee. Blake chuckled pulling me close to him. “We were that loud, I take it?”

“Yup!” she said it with a popping sound.

That’s the thing when I’m with Blake, I lose track and simply lose my head along the process. “Uh, I apologize.”

She gave me a flashing smile. “Don’t be silly love! The only way to drown out your heavy loud moaning and groaning was to have Toby do the same to me. You two sounded quite….animalistic,” she winked and went back to frying eggs and bacon.

Toby started coughing. “Blimey, Lucille!—I don’t want to discuss our sex life with our friends during breakfast—save those juicy bits for dinnertime.”

An unladylike snort came from me, “You guys—I need coffee before I join this madness.”

“Sure you do—Blake did a splendid job, eh?”

“You two better not bombard me like this now that Toby will be sleeping over when he’s in London.”

She smiled sweetly, “Of course not.”

They both started talking about her sister who happened to call earlier, so that left me with Blake.

“Are you still sore, poppet?” Those dynamic eyes eyed me like laser beams.