Free Chasing Imperfection (Chasing Series 2) by Pamela Ann Page A

bloody well I have a hard time resisting you.”
         “You’re doing great— you’re resisting now . ” Tease , what a bloody tease. I growled and reached inside her silk camisole and stroked her soft navel in rhythmic circles.
         Dear Almighty, she felt marvelous.
         My lips clenched against her ear as I softly whispered , “ D o you w ant to test my limit, Sienna? Try me an d see where it will take you.” H er bre athing hitched, her chest rose rapidly from her sh ortened breath ing .
        If she wanted to play… well, I a i m to please.
         I stroked upwards and leisurely traced the outline of her boob; she moaned and ground her plump ass on my rigid cock. 
         FUCK.
         ME.
         The fricti on of her grinding made me a squirt —a drop of juice seeped out of my throbbing dick. I kissed her neck and fiercely bit into her hot flesh and at the same time I pinched her nipple. She gasped and moaned my named.  I love d how she moans my name. It’s the best sexy fucking sound in the world, I thought with hungered desire.
         She turned over and c aptured my mouth.
         The moment our lips touched—all hell broke loose. I forgot anything and everything that I am. I was lost and the only thing that mattered was the woman I love kissing me hungrily, passionately.
         I never kissed another woman after you… only you . Only you have the power to unman me and drive me senseles s with such abandon , a wild need to possess you, m y thoughts streamed.
         She hooked her leg over my hips and shamelessly grinded her soaked silk shorts against my shaft. She halted and lifted her cami off her upper body and went back to scavenge for more kisses. The feel of her breasts erotically pressed against my hard chest made me rampant with lust. I greedily thirsted for more…and I’m thirsty …very fucking thirsty … to drink up and suck all that succulent juice of ambrosia from her well of dripping cunt until she begs me to stop.
         “I want to feel…. touch you Blake—”
         “I won’t oblige you with sex Sienna —I’m not going to do that to you.”
         She lo oked lost for a second. Her beautiful face contorted.
         “ I had sex with Ivanna earlier. I don’t plan on tainting you that way . You’re worth more than that.” My wretched voice matched what I felt, dastardly.
         Sienna looked pained as she nodded.  S he then whispered, “O kay, definitely no sex. But —could you slip your boxers off and kiss me again?”
         Hell .
         Damn it to hell and back!
         I s lipped off my underwear and threw it on the floor; I went back to the awaiting beautiful siren who had her swollen lips slightly parted as she hungrily stared at my manhood .  As much as I love d for her to get on her knees and suck me dry, I couldn ’t do it— not to her . Memories of Ivanna doing the s ame act slightly snapped my senses back into reality. I really had to harness my raging libido to not have her suck me off , or fuck her.
         I badly wanted to position myself above her while we made out—but it was too utterly close and too dangerous. So, I settled back on my old post and kissed her senseless. Cupping her cheek, I obliterated her lips. She hooked her blasted leg again and my cock sat underneath her hot cunt but thankfully she refrained from grinding. We kissed and I blatantly moaned when she ran her nails over my sensitive nipple.  Still kissing , she took her leg off my hips and lifted her ass and slipped off her skimpy shorts.  
        I groaned in agony. No, Sienna will definitely not make this easy now, will she?
         She jumped back in to my arms and I grabbed her face— trapped her with my lips. I c ouldn’t get enough kissing her. This was the very reason why I couldn’t kiss someone else. Kissing is intimately closer to your soul than the mere act of fucking a nameless hot stranger. Sex can be