Chasing Imperfection (Chasing Series 2)

by Pamela Ann

  “I don’t know—I mean—it will eventually happen.”

  “You don’t have the fucking right to speak about taking another man while I’m buried deep about nine inches deep within your beautiful cunt! You gave yourself to me—and I’m taking what I’m entitled.” I nudged my cock forward.

  She looked angry. “Fuck you, Blake! You’re the one who’s been fucking every goddamn woman who’s willingly opened her legs for you. Why can’t I do the same, huh? Double standard much? You don’t have a say in regards to my sex life. I AM NOT YOURS!” When she’s angered, she looked breathtakingly beautiful.

  Incensed with rage from her ranting outburst, I buried my cock all the way to the tip of her—grazing the outer part of her cervix, she flinched. I remembered her pussy would tighten tremendously a week without fucking and it’s been over two months now—she felt like a bloody virgin—a very drenched virgin. I withdrew from her and went on my knees and slammed my cock back inside. “Fuck me, Sienna? I’ll show you FUCKING!” My angered voice thundered, reverberated throughout the room.

  Lifting her hips in acute critical angle, I hammered her tight little pussy. I was eaten alive with vehement jealousy but I couldn’t stop fucking her. I wanted to punish her—my cock will make sure she understood how angry she made me. But my gorgeous wench wanted it just as much.

  It’s was nonsensical.

  We were nonsensical.

  I was about to orgasm, but stopped it from happening. I pulled out and harshly flipped her on her stomach. She barely managed to get on her knees and elbows before I pounded her again. Holding her hips firmly, I felt uninhibited and unleashed as I fucked the breath out of her. “You want another cock, Sienna? You want another man to fuck this sweet little cunt of yours? Answer me, damn you!” I snarled. My demons were hounding my livid thoughts and I was enslaved to it.

  Moaning and panting, she barely got a word out. My cock was demanding every inch of her and I didn’t want it any less.

  “ANSWER ME!” I bellowed in her ear.

  “I don’t—want another—cock—” she stuttered.

  “You just want mine, Sienna?” She moaned when I pummeled deeper.

  “Only yours Blake,” she whimpered, compliant.

  Contented with her response, I wanted us to orgasm together. “I own this cunt, Sienna! You should ingrain that into your pretty head.” I pounded her hard, my balls brashly slapped against her pussy lips. The friction made her drenched. Her cunt was dripping, overflowing with juices—I felt it trickle down my balls. “Whether you like it or not—this body belongs to me! It knows its owner, its master….do you hear that? That’s your cunt my love—welling uncontrollably with need—for me and my cock.” I felt her tighten and her body started to come apart. I pounded a few more times before finally releasing us into blissful satisfaction.

  “Mine. Only mine,” I hissed through gritted teeth as I unloaded my seed inside her. Her body convulsed marvelously around me.

  She sagged on the bed and I followed suit and shifted us on the side with my cock still buried within her.

  I didn’t want to pull out.

  I want to feel her all night—to be connected to her somehow. I kissed the back of her neck as she sighed contently.

  Sleep came upon us.

  “Thank you, Sienna—I will never forget tonight.”

  I kissed the back of her ear and held her securely on the waist. Her soft breathing lulled me to sleep.

  8

  Sienna

  My body shifted from my uncomfortable sleeping position, I wanted to roll over to my other side but a strong hand hindered me from moving.

  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 cock 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 pussy 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 fucking voice ever!

  He toyed with my breast while his cock 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 fucks 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 cock and guided him inside me. I recoiled from the burning pain his shaft caused from parting and stretching my pussy. 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 breasts, 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 pussy, 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 fucking 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 h
ot 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.

  I grinned, “I did, but not anymore. I ran a hot bath.”

  He pulled me to his lap and kissed my forehead. His fingers caressed my cheek as he handed me his cup of coffee and we shared it.

  We never shared coffee, ever. This is weird…but nice?

  “Food’s ready. Let’s transfer everything on the table lads.” Both men swiftly did their tasks. Blake made me another cup of coffee after I finished his and placed it next to my plate with a glass of orange juice. I graciously thanked him and he sat next to me. Heck, what is going on?

  What happens now? I weighed my confusing thoughts. Well, what do you want to happen? Uh nothing…it was just sex, wasn’t it?

  There was a knock on the door. Toby left the table and went to go answer the door and meet the intruder.

  “Sienna—Kyle’s here.” Toby called out.

  “You’ve got to be shitting me, do you want me to shoo him out?” Luce asked eyeing me and Blake. Luce was obviously panicked.

  “You invited him over, after last night?” Blake’s dark biting voice made me tense. Oh, boy. He’s back to being angry again.

  “I didn’t—but we’ve been spending breakfast together most mornings—I guess he thought—” I trailed off when Kyle came to view with a puzzled looking Toby.

  “I brought you your coffee,” he gestured with the Starbucks in his hand.

  “Thank you—” getting up from my seat and went to go get it.

  “Join us for breakfast Kyle. We have enough to go around.” Luce offered politely.

  Kyle sat on the corner side of me. “I didn’t know everyone was here or I would’ve called. It’s usually just me and Si. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

  “You weren’t…we’re all going to head out to see Chad anyhow.” I reassured him.

  We all started eating but the tension was thick. “Are we still leaving as scheduled to Marbella or wait until we hear more of Chad’s condition?” Toby asked in between bites of bacon.

  “We’ll wait until tomorrow. Chad needs us here for awhile and I promised Camilla that I’ll take her out for lunch.”

  Lucy dropped her fork, “The Camilla Clayworth? Your Camilla Clayworth?”

  “The very one,” he confirmed smoothly.

  This is so messed up. But I had no right to be angry when I invited Kyle to join us to eat knowing quite fully that Blake would be infuriated. I couldn’t possibly boot Kyle out the door. The man’s been so good to me, I can’t do that. I’m not heartless.

  Breathe, just breathe. You can confront him later.

  Toby and Blake’s phones kept ringing and they were engrossed with whatever business it was they were handling. Luce was thinking deeply. I knew what she was thinking about. She was probably asking the same questions as I was. If I was having monkey sex with Blake last night, why am I with Kyle and why is Blake planning a date with his ex-fiancé?

  I stared at the coffee mug and the glass of orange juice he planted in front of me before Kyle interrupted. He was actually being sweet all morning. I suppose that was one last shebang before breaking bread with his “very one” Lady Clayworth.

  After breakfast, Kyle decided to leave. I guessed he felt he was intruding or something. “I’ll be back…I just walk him out,” I called out to Lucy and she nodded sadly.

  Once out the door, I took a lungful of air. “That bad huh?” Kyle looked amused.

  “Just weird is all.” He pulled me close to him and kissed my hair as we walked towards the elevator. He held me close as we rode all the way down to the main lobby. He turned me around and faced me squarely.

  “Hey—I was thinking, can take you on a real date soon? Just you and me.”

  “It’s always you and me, Kyle—what’s with the date?” He smiled boyishly as his eyes danced.

  “As I said just you and me, no other people around, no work commitments, no one bother us. Save me a weekend? It’s a surprise.”

  “Surprise huh…” I lightly punched him in the arm. “What is wrong with you? You totally know me well enough that I hate surprises Matthews!”

  “I know baby, but this time I’ll make sure you love it.”

  “Better be good, this surprise or it’ll cost you dearest.” He pulled me close and connected our noses. “It’s going to be better than good. Promise.”

  “I’ll let you know when I can. I have to see how Chad’s going to be then I can tell you the exact date.” I kissed his cheek and untangled myself from him.

  “Thanks babe. I’ll call you later on. I love you.” He flashed me another great smile before exiting the elevator.

  My heart thudded loudly and I’m having trouble breathing. I imagine going back upstairs. Toby and Blake look downright mad.

  Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?

  Upon entering the apartment, Luce was nowhere in sight and Toby was in the living room on his laptop, phone in his ear. I went to my bedroom and found Blake sitting on the rumpled bed. I closed the door softly and tensely sat next to him. What happens now?

  “I guess this is really the end, Sienna,” he whispered toying with his phone.

  “What—what do you mean?”

  “It means I’m done. I’m done obsessing about you. I’m just….done.”

  “Oh.” It was all I could muster. He’s moving on….really moving on.

  “Are you going to be with Camilla, Blake?” I waited for him to answer and while I waited, all I could hear was my heart breaking again. I stared at his neck. My bites from last night left red marks on his neck. Unknowingly, my finger traced them. His warm skin tingled against the tip of my finger.

  He turned around and faced me, trying to search something in my eyes but I don’t know what. “It was all sex to you wasn’t it?”

  I shook my head, “No. It wasn’t just all about sex.”

  His eyes thundered, “Don’t lie to me! We both know it was. You used me to get over Kyle. Just come clean with it.”

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sp; Did I really do that? Use him to get over Kyle? Did I?

  I honestly don’t know. Everything happened so fast, I remembered being consumed by Blake every waking second after I got back from LA. I probably used him one way or the other—I mean who wouldn’t want to be distracted with a man who looked like Blake?

  “I’m sorry you felt that way. We happened so quickly—I didn’t understand what was going on but I knew I wanted you. You made my body sing and it was addictive.”

  “Aren’t you going to add ‘and the mere fact that I fell quickly in love with you didn’t help with my confusion’? I can’t. I’m not ready…and our relationship is shattered. It’s done,” he said. “It all comes down to sex, does it not?” his soft voice sounded strangled.

  “It does but don’t pretend you didn’t relish the opportunity. You practically ravished me and swallowed me whole the minute you could.”

  “Why wouldn’t I? I waited for months to have you! I’ve been so enchanted by you—you simply took my breath away!”

  My eyes started to tear. “If you wanted me that badly back then, why didn’t you tell me about your engagement?”

  “I was afraid you’d leave me and I didn’t want to take a chance. But in the end it didn’t matter because you left anyway.”

  “It wasn’t easy for me to leave you—you must know that! But I had to—you lied! You were engaged and God knows what you’ve been doing behind my back. I didn’t know if you kept seeing her while you were with me. I couldn’t handle it.” His jaws clenched.

  I sat there vigilantly until he spoke again.

  “Is there any chance for us….to get back together?” His eyes looked desperate and pained.

  “Blake—we’ve been here before.” I nervously bit my lip to stop it from wobbling.

  He wiped away tears that were escaping my eyes. “I’m sorry. Don’t cry. I don’t ever want to see you cry. I’m sorry.” He gathered me in his arms and cradled my body while I silently wept.