I pulled my finger out and started kissing her ass and trailed it all the way upwards. When I reached her neck, I moved her hair and kissed her neck.
“Beg for it,” I ordered.
She shook her head. “NO.”
I laughed at her adamant refusal. “Playing hard to get tonight, my sweet?”
“You don’t deserve me begging for sex after what you did tonight, Blake.”
I positioned my c**k over her dripping cunt and grinded it lasciviously. Sienna started to gasp for air, panting like a woman in heat. I murmured against her ear, “it’s so close—are you sure you don’t want to beg?”
She shook her head in response.
I cupped her soft breast, kneaded it and bit into the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. She moaned loudly and I felt a spurt of wetness on my cock. “Please—”
“Please what Sienna?”
“I’m begging. I’m begging for you to take me like a feral animal—for you to dominate me, mark me and feast on my body.”
With a quick thrust, my c**k jammed inside her. “Bloody f**k! You’re so f**king perfect!”
I stabbed my thumb inside her anus and she became shameless. My shameless wanton woman, who was screaming and panting loudly with each thrust of my rock-hard cock.
I gathered her long hair and tugged on it as I f**ked her cunt like it’s my only salvation. To a certain extent it was—I needed to possess her mind, her body, her heart.
“Tell me you love me!”
Her hands were gripping the sheets and moaned. The force of my c**k driving inside her was hard and punishing. Her dripping cunt loved each thrust. “I love you!” she whispered in panting breaths.
“Louder!” I bellowed in her delicate ear.
“God! Seriously! I f**king love you, Blake. I love you. I LOVE YOU!” she shrieked.
My heart swelled each time she tells me she loved me. I can’t get enough of it. “Bout bloody time you do!”
Twisting her hair I pulled harder and hammered her tight wet pu**y a few more times and we came apart together. I pumped my twitching c**k a few times as I unloaded my se**n inside her. The man in me rejoiced every single time I came inside her womb. The only woman I had without a condom on and she’s worth it.
I collapsed on her back and rolled us onto our sides. She pulled off of me and turned around with only inches away from my face. She lowered her lips and kissed me ever so gently. “I love you,” she murmured as she looked into my eyes. Without voicing my answer, I kissed her back.
I cannot expose myself when I didn’t deem her worthy. She has a long way to go because things between us aren’t that simple anymore.
The trust is gone. My faith in her has completely vanished.
Given all those essential and relevant facts, a wise man would’ve walked away and thanked his bloody stars for giving him some sense. But not I. The need to have her in my bed and in my life again—even for a short span of time—was enough enticement for me to become foolish and illogical.
The main objective is to leave unscathed after a month with her.
She sighed and tucked herself next to me. I waited and made sure she was fast asleep before I unlatched my arm around her waist.
I rolled over to my side of the bed and as far away from her as the bed allowed.
23
Sienna
My small body was thrown in the dark murky ocean. Once I resurfaced, my lungs were heaving, gulping for air. My shaky hands were trying help me stay afloat but something tugged my foot and forcefully yanked me down in the depths of the dark ocean.
The ocean was so dark, I couldn’t see a thing. I tried to fight but my small body can only do so much. The grip on my foot was so strong it was hard to fight against it. So, I just let it pull me down. Down to the dark depths of the ocean until there was no fight in me left.
Papa…..can you hear me? I’m about to join you and mama soon….
My body jerked me awake. I looked around confused and the realization hit me I was in Blake’s room. When I looked beside me, he was on his side and quite far from me. I couldn’t even reach out and touch him. How odd. This is a first, he always slept holding me.
I shivered and when I checked the time, it was past four in the morning. I got out of bed and looked for something to wear. Since my camisole was ripped, I had to borrow his shirt and silently left his room and went to mine.
Once I found my Mickey Mouse shirt and a comfortable sleep shorts, I padded my way to the kitchen with my phone in hand. There was a soft light in the kitchen and I went over to grab a glass and poured myself some orange juice.
I sat on the barstool and contemplated calling Kyle. My dreams are back and the only person who used to comfort me possibly hates my guts. It doesn’t matter; I needed to hear his voice.
After a few rings, he picked up. “Hello?” a woman’s sleepy voice answered. I tensed. I certainly didn’t expect that. “Hello?” she asked again.
“Hi—could I possibly speak with Kyle?”
There was some rustling and a few murmurs then Kyle came on the phone. “Hello?” He sounded annoyed.
“Kyle? It’s Sienna.”
“What’s wrong? Did something bad happen?” he sounded panicky.
“No—everything’s okay. I didn’t mean to wake you and your friend. I’m sorry. I’ll call some other time.” I ended the call before he had a chance to respond.
What is wrong with me? Why do I feel hurt? Kyle deserves to be happy. But I’m selfish and I felt simply devastated. I suppose that part between Kyle and me is kaput. I should be happy, but the feeling of loss was much greater. Now, the man I chose couldn’t be bothered sleeping close to me. This was probably a case of feeling abandoned.
I felt a movement behind me and I jerked around. “Sorry to startle you, but are you alright?” Clive asked, wearing only jeans and his chiseled chest. Damn, that’s hot. My tear ducts stopped threatening tears at the sight of him.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked suspiciously.
“I heard some commotion, that’s why I came downstairs to check. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the house is rather quiet so it was easy to hear you.”
Hell, the entire conversation? “Oh.”
“Yeah—I gather your ex Kyle was with another woman then?” Clive strolled to the other side, pulled a chair and sat across from me.
“Yup.” I stared at the granite counter-top replaying the voice of the woman.
My phone started ringing and Kyle’s name flashed on the screen. I tensed again. “Go on—take the call.” Clive pressed.