Chasing Paradise (Chasing 3)

“Gentleman, as much as I want to prolong this meeting, I must say I have to end it. My fiancée has been patiently waiting and I don’t want her waiting a second longer or she might change her mind about marrying me. You’ll be hearing from me tomorrow. Good day.” Blake spoke with authority, his tone precise and succinct, before he cut the videoconference and turned his full attention on me. “Let go of my dick, Sienna,” he said curtly, eyes trained on me.

I did as he asked and then pushed myself up and faced the commanding, mercurial man while I was heady and potent with sexual electricity.

Fourteen

Blake

Sienna looked enraptured, eyes hooded with lust like a purring cat eyeing for her next scrumptious dessert.

I was dumb-founded when she untied her black coat. Who would have that a normal looking woman from the exterior was actually donning some scandalous scraps of see-through lace of next-to-nothings lingerie. Black pumps, Embroidered thigh-high stockings, lace garter belt, intricate black lace-cupped bra…and no underwear. Smooth. Bare. Skin. Vying. For. My. Attention.

Still seated in my chair, my mouth watered at the bloody sight of Sienna. If I thought I was speechless now, I could think again, because I let out a strangled groan when she audaciously flung her right leg on the table, pushing my laptop and whatever else onto the floor. I should’ve gotten mad—or some sort of reaction, but I was too tongue-tied at the full-frontal view of her slick wet cunt, pink and deliciously inviting me to take a damn taste and have a ball with it.

“Hungry for some pu**y, Knightly?” she cocked her brow at me, the vixen all in her glorified pose.

Sexy.

Saucy.

Sinful.

The Triple Threat.

I was famished, but I wanted to savor this memory slowly. “Play for me Sienna, la mia bella fica.” My beautiful cunt. When she gestured to touch herself, I stopped her. “Suck on your fingers first.” I was beyond fascinated when she did as I asked, making me shift uncomfortably on my seat. The need to stroke my aching c**k and watch her play was too tempting to resist. “Give me a show, cara.”

Sienna blatantly rubbed herself with her middle finger whilst watching me stroke my shaft. She then stuck it inside her hot hole, slipping it a few times before she took it out and inserted it in her mouth, sucking it. “Mmmm.” She moaned in earnest; before she placed it back into her core, while her other hand, peeled the lace cups of her bra to the sides, thus pushing her br**sts together for the desired combust-on-your-cock-at-a-glance effect.

She then sucked on her other middle finger before she circled her nipple, then she tugged on her pebbled rosebuds, moaning deeply.

“Baby, please…how long must I wait for you?” Sienna frowned, brows furrowing, not in a cute pouty way, but the desperate kind.

Without breaking eye contact, I took off my silk tie, before handing it to her. “Here, tie this on your neck.”

She licked her lips, staring at the tie, then back at me. “What for?”

“You won’t know unless you follow my instructions. Make sure it’s secured and tight.” I might seem unaffected to her, but I wanted to f**k this goddess so badly, it was beyond mental.

Cautiously, she took hold of it, and then tied it on her neck.

I nodded towards her leg that sat on my desk. “Take your leg off. Bend over the desk. Stick your arse out. Legs together.” I commanded, as my imagination ran rampant in all the ways I wanted to take her.

Standing up, I unbuckled my pants, not bothering on my dress shirt as I stood behind her, feeling the heat exude from her hot body. Her chin was on the table and I maneuvered it to the side, so her head sat on her cheek.

“How often do you think about him, Sienna?” my mouth blurted out a question I never intended to ask, but one that always hounded my thoughts whenever I thought of her—all alone in London, might be missing a warm body next to her at night. From what I gathered, she hasn’t seen him after that one time, but her calls and messages were ones I didn’t know about. As much as I wanted to monitor them for her safety, deep down, I knew I couldn’t hold back and not read all of her messages or listen to any phone conversations. Not to mention it was tampering heavily on her privacy, I didn’t want to take that small piece of freedom from her.

“Blake—that’s not what I wanted to discuss after not seeing you for weeks.”

True, but my confidence was battered, my heart was gutted and my faith in myself was somewhat shattered. I knew it was jealousy that was eating me whole, but the images of her crying in his arms were disturbing. It was as it she didn’t want to let him go. I saw it—the love in her eyes shone through the tears. “Oblige me. I beg to know the truth.”

My breathing halted as I tuned for her words, but she took longer than expected to respond to my question.

“I—I do think of him, a lot…after that day.” Sienna’s voice was so little I could barely hear her.

Each word punctured me. I knew what was coming, but hearing them magnified the wounds, the pain much profoundly. It f**king eviscerated me. As much as I wanted to be angry and lash out, I needed to think properly, placing myself in her shoes. “Should I be worried, Sienna?” I rasped out, feeling the dark pitted emptiness descend on me before I plunged into her slick hotness. Wanting to possess this mirage that was impossible to tame, no matter how much I tried. It seemed that the more I wanted to secure it, the more it wants to leave and disappear on me.

Her hips locked against the curve of the desk, before my hand reached out around her neck and took hold of the tie, twisting it around so I had it around her back. I tested the tie, tugging it a few times, making sure it was secured, twisted the end and wrapped it around my right knuckle, before I reared my c**k and slammed it back into her.

“Sweet Jesus. BLAKE!!!” She screamed, while my c**k f**ked her.

Her body bobbed and bounced with each slam of her hips, before I gripped the tie tighter and pulled on it, making her head lean towards me, her beautiful back arched in a curve while my hand steadied it, grounding it down on the table. “Whatever you’re thinking. Whatever you’re going to do, about to do.” I groaned against her ear, f**king her harder. “Always know that this man is yours. The heart that beats inside this body only ever knew one woman. The c**k that’s slithering inside you, maybe have been around, seeking gluttonous pleasure—but once you claimed it, it has never cheated.”

Each stroke of my shaft wrapped and enveloped in her wet tightness gnawed into me, even sex it seemed, was not enough any longer. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still exquisite, but the extra pizzazz that I got from it back in the day was no longer apparent. That bewitching magic I used to get from one woman, no longer provided me with it…because I was having massive doubts…about her. Our future. Our love.