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Chasing Beautiful (Chasing #1) Page 10
Author: Pamela Ann

He wants me.

His desire was emanating from him—from every pore in his body. I knew this look so well. I suddenly had the urge to touch his chest, to feel his heat, his warmth but willed myself against it.

I wetted my lips slowly with uncertainty and swallowed. I’m having a hard time breathing.

All I can hear is my heart pounding—so loud against my ribcage—as I anticipated Kyle’s touch.

And he would touch.

That look said it all.

He would devour me with no concession.

I stared at this man before me, wide-eyed and waiting… waiting for him to make a move…Can I let this happen?

There’s hardly any option of backing out now.

He’s here for a reason.

He’s a man on a mission.

There’s no room for negotiation. Oh, hell! I’m going to be in big trouble.

He’s lowering his head to kiss me.

He kissed me softly at first, like he was trying to gauze my reaction if I will respond back to him. I certainly did. I kissed him back matching his pace as I was fighting all sorts of sensations inside me.

Tidal wave of emotions rolled off me—like missing him, the angst of seeing him with a new girlfriend, amongst other things—bottled in all at once—kissing him back as fervently—like I couldn’t get enough of him—demanding his full attention and titillating hunger that’s driving us both in a magical wanton spell.

His signature smell enveloped me and I surrendered to this madness of lust and want.

He groaned as my fingers touched his hair and slowly touched his back all the way down to his ass—cupping it hard with both greedy hands—and pushing him hard against me.

The friction was palpable. We both groaned at once.

Yes, I definitely want this.

How I’ve missed this man.

I opened both of my legs wider to accommodate him more against me, riding up my miniscule skirt up higher, flashing my magenta lace thong.

I was still holding him firmly and tightly on his ass, pushing him hastily and fervently against me to be nestled on my hot core. We both groaned in unison.

His soft kisses trailed down my neck slowly, he licked and nipped it.

Writhing and panting against his hot body—as I lost myself in the overwhelming, all-consuming need to be possessed.

His hand skillfully loosened my top, kissing his way to my very aroused and very erect ni**les. He found one and playfully bit it.

I whimpered from pure ecstasy that was taking me in a whole different sphere.

I was already horny, but that drove me over the edge of the precipice. My thong was soaked as I rubbed myself with a driven mission over his jeans that showed bulging erection.

God, he feels wonderful.

Fuck.

“Can I take you baby?” he asks in a raspy, sexy voice of his, panting with need to consume me. Full of promise, full of wicked urgency.

Of course, this was the old Kyle, my Kyle. “Yes—yes,” out of breath, ‘Please hurry, I—’

He didn’t even let me finish before I heard him groan as he touched my thighs slowly finding his way to the edge of my thong.

Thank god I just had a Brazilian wax couple of days ago, I thought to myself.

He slid my thong on the side and I felt him playing with my pu**y lips, gently torturing me as he teased it by making chaste rhythmic circles around my sensitized mound.

“TAKE ME!” I commanded.

I can’t focus on anything other than this throbbing suppressed ache.

‘Missed me, Sienna?’ he whispered hoarsely in my ear. His hot breath sending tingles all the way down to my very wet opening.

I opened my eyes and looked him straight in the eye. ‘Yes’ I halted as he stuck a finger inside me. Twirling and twisting his fingers and hooked it in the upper wall of my vagina and started to frantically move his fingers, flicking it up and down in a fast rhythm.

‘Oh God!’ I yelped.

Yes, yes, yes! I chanted in my head.

I grabbed his bulging c**k and started to rub it hard.

I took charge of his belt swiftly, opened the button and his zipper down, taking this predicament in my own hands. His pants were pooling on his knees and I tugged his boxer briefs south, next to his pants. I eyed him, man wasn’t he aroused. I gently cupped his balls with my left hand—squeezing it as I was delightfully moved my right-hand up and down his cock, twirling his erection with such voracious determination.

I’m in such delicious state of sexual euphoria, and can’t seem to hold it back—for much longer. Nine months of celibacy made me desperate for him.

“Kyle, please…FUCK ME…,” I pleaded.

“Not yet, baby”

Our foreheads joined together and as we panted so hard. His thick rock-hard c**k had a small drop of juice—that was enticingly sitting on the head of that enormous manhood.

I hastily licked my dry lips as I greedily eyed that drop of juice, waiting for my attention.

If he thinks torturing me will work then I will give him the same satisfaction.

I slightly bent over again and licked that sweet juice off—oh-so-slowly—at the same time watching his face through my lashes with pure fervor of lust. Hovering over his cock, I sucked the head with just enough pressure to get all of his sweet moist essence—tasting more of his manhood like it was nirvana.

His face almost combusted with desire and turned him on like a savage animal, ready to pounce.

It definitely drove my point home.

He took his fingers out and spreading me a little wider on the wall. He kneeled down just above over my throbbing pu**y. He hooked one leg over his shoulder and opened my other leg wider.

Licking and nipping the outer lips with his hot-teasing tongue, nipping and sucking.

I buckled and threw my head back from the sensations that were racking my body.

He quickly grabbed my hips and hooked my legs on his body as he pulled me down to the large bed. My dark mane of hair splaying everywhere, still wearing my cowboy boots, my top and skirt sat on my stomach, open and ready to be ravished. My thong was still was lopsided from his drastic invasion.

He loomed over; his eyes intensely flickered to my ni**les and to my wide open legs. He pulled his dick and started to stroke it—hard, big hands squeezing and stroking as I watched in fascination.

He took my shoes off and pulled down my thong. “You’re beautiful, Sienna,” our eyes locked as he gently rubbed my pu**y with his pulsating head, ready to combust.

Teasing, probing—driving me insane.

I whimpered as I anticipated the feel of him inside me.

He paused, his c**k just a mere centimeter on my soaked entrance, “Has there been anyone else? I know I was your first, but that could’ve changed since we broke up—so, was there anyone else?” his face passive as he waited for me to reply.

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