Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3)

by Pamela Ann

  “Okay,” she whispered, breathy as I checked her cunt. Her pussy was swollen, aroused and prepped to my satisfaction.

  Sienna wouldn’t even know what she’d gotten herself into.

  “Come here and get on your knees, Sienna.” I commanded the wanton woman in front of me. I watched as she moved and slowly removed herself off the bed. Once she knelt on the carpeted floor, I carelessly took off the robe and let it fall on the floor. “Go on, make use of your mouth and suck my cock.”

  She licked her lips and watched in fascination as she took me slowly in her mouth. The head of my shaft twitched once it hit the back of her throat. Bloody fucking hell, I love this woman. I hardened even more when she took my entire length without gagging. My cock was deep, into her ridged depths, down her throat. “Perfect,” I muttered as she did it over and over again.

  When I felt the tightening in my groin, the stirrings of my orgasm climbing higher, I instantly pulled out of her mouth, panting as I looked down at the beauty before me. “Get on all fours, cara.”

  Sienna positioned herself without complaint. Kneeling behind her, I teased her pussy entrance with the tip of my cock. “Back up on me, slowly push down on my cock and stop when you feel the balls, then do it again.”

  Her arse gently pushed, aligned with my shaft as she slowly swallowed my length. “Everything feels so full.” She moaned out, slowly repeating the moves.

  This was only the beginning, Sienna, you’ll know the feeling of what full really means.

  “Ready?” I asked, pulling out, before the wet tip of my cock circled her anal hole. She nodded, before I pressed into her opening. The tight band of muscles slowly stretched for me to go further. A deep grunt of pleasure and the feel of her tight walls around my shaft, I was dying to rear my cock and fuck her hard, but I wanted to make sure she was okay, before I plan to annihilate her holes.

  Sienna held her breath as I explored further in, noting how the balls made it even much tighter, before I pulled back a bit, then pressed a little further in this time.

  “Fuck. I feel them rolling! I feel so full. So tight!” Sienna fingers dug into the carpeted floor, steadying her breath as I started to pick up pace.

  I leaned over, kissing the top of her spine, trailing kisses. “Whenever you feel uncomfortable, just say the word, amore.”

  Sienna shook her head, before she twisted it and looked at me. “Kiss me, Knightly.”

  To enable for me to reach her lips, I had to be fully dislodged inside of her ass, and I slowly did that, making her gasp. Once I reached her lips, I stayed put and didn’t move. I wanted her to get used to the feeling as my shaft throbbed and expanded inside. Sharing this kink side to Sienna, felt different entirely.

  I wanted her cunt. I wanted to see it raw—the look of a pussy that was well fucked, destroyed, seeping out with my semen and Sienna passed out from screaming my name in vain, in pain. I craved to see it swollen for days on end. I wanted to stamp it down. Own it like no ones business but mine, because this cunt was mine to fuck, desecrate and inevitably demolish.

  “You’re kissing me, but I can hear you thinking.” She pulled back from my kissing, looking at me square in the eye. “Do what you do. Don’t hold back. I want this. Ravage my cunt, Blake. Let the beast in you out. I want to see him.”

  “Amore, I’m going to say it now—I’m sorry, because I won’t hold back.” I groaned out, before I wrapped my hand around her neck, the other, pulling her hair. I made a guttural roar when the balls rolled manically along with my hard rhythm, burning inside her. “My cock won’t leave this greedy cunt. It will kill this cunt, do you hear me?” I bellowed, gripping her hair tighter, while she spasmed around my shaft, muttering incoherently. “Tight little pussies were made to milk a man’s cock good.” I slapped her ass, not holding back. “I’m coming in your ass. Breathe and grip those fucking balls as if your life depended on it. I’m going to make you sing like you’re in a bloody fucking opera!”

  Sienna sobbed, violently shaking as I fucked the living hell out of her. It was brutal as I pounded into her, that it borderline demonic, because it felt like it—but fuck! When I did come inside her, the first spurt of release—was celestial. I exalted in it, basked into it. I had never felt so connected to Sienna—there was nothing left to hide because she catered to everything I had ever dreamt of. “Too rough?” I whispered against her back, out of my mind—no—blown out of my mind.

  “You seriously just—rocked. My. World.”

  That was something unexpected. “Cara…” I slowly pulled out, and groaned at the lovely sight before me. “Beautiful.” I teased her pussy opening, dripping wet. “Push the balls out, amore.”

  “A sec.” She panted out, taking a deep breath, before she started to push them out, one by one. “Oh God.”

  This was a dream. “Sienna!” I smacked her nice bottom, gripping them both, needing more of it. “Go walk straight ahead, up against that padded velvet wall. Once you reach it, bend over and touch your toes. Make sure your back is leaning against the wall. Don’t let up until I’m finished with you. Capisce?” Understood?

  Sienna got up slowly, legs shaking. Once she reached the wall, she carefully planted her feet apart, against it, before bending over and held on to her toes, then she slowly pushed her back against the wall, leaning over it, breathing in, and out. “I’m ready for you.”

  Yes, this woman was fucking mine! I wanted to yell atop my lungs and announce it to the world.

  I took my time stroking my coated cock as I watched my beauty, hot and ready to be conquered, slowly strolling towards her.

  “Am I enough for you, Blake? We can always call them back in. They can help—assist without sex.” Sienna was still having doubts.

  Somehow her pressing the subject, made me want to prove a point. And fucking yes! She was enough, more than enough. She was everything. “Shut that ungrateful mouth of yours, amore, and just enjoy what I’m giving you.” I cupped her ass, massaging as I tested her angle, pressing her against the wall. “Close your eyes. I won’t take long.”

  The first thrust pinned her against the wall, her pussy tunnel were scorching from the balls earlier. It was like a hot, slippery oven, compact, boiling my cock to perfection as I jammed into her snugness. The hard wall, gave the perfect angle, hitting her spot as it did with mine. Rubbing it until it was ready to well—to quake and unleash—what I had thrived for, my completion.

  I felt my soul give out, my complete submission, to my body—to hers. Instead of her submitting to me, it felt like it was the other way around. By giving me a taste of this heaven, I was undoubtedly hooked.

  Her warrior.

  Her man.

  Her slave.

  Twenty-six

  Blake

  I was on my way to work, being chauffeured by Robert since early morning traffic and catching up with the events that happened while I was asleep on the other side of the continent and driving, didn’t mesh well with Sienna.

  Stuck in traffic, a family of four caught my eye. They looked quite happily as they chatted happily, crossing the street to get into the café before the father lifted the toddler, carried him and kissed him on the forehead. The child then kissed him on the cheek and then wrapped his arms around his neck, head resting on his shoulder. A faint smile played on my lips, seeing Sienna and I in the same position, hopefully in the next few years.

  Something just clicked in my head. Before I knew it, I was dialing a real estate agent I’ve used for years. I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to set-up everything I wanted my family life would be, now would it? After all, I was the kind of man who looked at his glass half-full, instead of half empty.

  ~B~

  A week later, I surprised Sienna after school. She glowed when she spotted me leaning against the side of the car, watching her look for Robert.

  “Fancy seeing you here, Knightly.” She leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss.

  I kissed her back, speaking in between kisses. “A certain woman p
layed havoc with my mind. Certain events from the weekend made me a tad nostalgic.”

  “What are you waiting for then, get us home, please.”

  Home, most definitely. “Certainly, amore.” I grinned, guiding her inside the car, making sure her seatbelt was secured before I went to my side and gunned the engine.

  She was chatting happily about her day, simply distracted, until she paused and made a complaint. “Ugh. What’s taking so long for you to get us home?” Sienna looked around, taking in the direction we were going. “Are you taking a new route?” She glanced at me. “I’ve never been around here before.”

  “We’re almost there,” I assured her, grabbing her hand, kissing it and placing it on my leg.

  Stopping outside the gate, I took out the remote to open it before I heard a loud gasp beside me. “Whose house is this? It’s amazing!”

  “It’s your new home.” I squeezed her hand. “It’s ours.” The estate was in Bishops Avenue in north London. Price tags around this side of town were notorious. I knew Sienna was going to protest, but it was already done.

  I decided to move and get out of the car. I was about to go to her and help her out, but she was already out of the vehicle, frowning at the house.

  It was a beautiful ten-bedroom home. It had a state of the art gym, a library, office, indoor and outdoor pool, spa, massive kitchen, a large garage that could fit eight cars in it, staff quarters, sprawling English gardens, but most of all, I had something to entice her. “I had a studio installed for you.”

  “Blake—” she started before I interrupted her.

  “Do you love it?”

  “I do, but how much does a house like this cost? Ten million pounds?” Sienna wondered out loud, head shaking, skeptical.

  “Forty-one, actually.”

  “Holy shit! You’re insane. We can’t live in a place like this! Let’s get the hell out.” She motioned back, retreating.

  “It’s already paid for.”

  Sienna gasped, eyes popping. “What?” She paused, staring at me with eyes full of shock. “But that’s a lot of money.”

  “I can afford it. Don’t you worry; there’s plenty where that came from so I can spoil you rotten.” I strode over to her, wanting to soothe her troubled face.

  Sienna shook her head, disbelieving. “You sure you didn’t take some out from your grandfather’s bank account?”

  I laughed, amused at where her head was going. “I assure you, mi amore, the money came from my bank and no one else’s.” I pulled her close, circling my arms around her neck, kissing her cheek as I rested her head against my shoulder. “If I tell you that I have billions in the bank, would it change your mind and marry me tomorrow? I don’t want a pre-nup either, so you’re going to win either way.”

  Those gorgeous eyes flashed at me, ticked off. “Funny, ha ha. With or without your billions, the answer remains the same, buddy. We had an engagement party. Baby steps, please. I love you, but please let’s slow down.”

  “I’m sorry. I just want to be your husband. I’m obsessing over it, is that so bad?” I groaned when Sienna kissed my cheek, stroking it with her fingertips.

  “Can’t believe a man like you is obsessing about getting married at this age. Usually, they run the other way and enjoy their freedom.” She spun around to face me, cupping my face, pulling it close so I could see her enlightened one. “I’m lucky to have a man who’s obsessed to be with me. These things only happen in books, but you—you became my fairytale.”

  “I used to run the other way, mind you. It could be because you were in a relationship then that made me want to get close you because if you weren’t, my guard would’ve been high up and no woman can break through it. We became friends and for months you couldn’t stop talking about how much you loved him. Back then, I used to imagine what it would be like if you were mine and you spoke that way to everyone about being with me. It made me realize how badly I wanted to be that man. I fell for you in ways unimaginable. Ways where Shakespeare used to describe how Romeo felt for his Juliet. I thought it all rubbish until you came into my life.” My gaze caressed her loving face, meaning each word I’d spoken out loud, full of devotion and intense love for this one being, right before me.

  “I got to know the real you, the beautiful woman inside, and the flawless, stunning exterior beauty was just an added bonus to the package.” I paused, noting the teary look she was giving me, smiling as she bit her lower lip, trying in earnest not to cry. “And of course, it doesn’t hurt a bit that sex with you is truly phenomenal, that it surpasses anything and anyone I knew before I met you.”

  She giggled, smacking me on the arm. “Stop being such a horndog.”

  I laughed, kissing her. We were moving forward, thinking about the future. I couldn’t wait until my dreams turned into reality. This massive estate will be filled with laughter, our children playing football in the garden and chaos will reign with dirty socks, muddy shoes, sticky bits everywhere, tantrums and tears.

  Yes, I could imagine family was going to be chaotic and I would love every second of it because I would be sharing that life with Sienna.

  Of course I didn’t voice out, but one by one, the pieces will fall into place and she will be sharing this dream with me. One day.

  ~B~

  A week later, we were moved in and settled into our new home. I liked coming home to this new home compared to my penthouse because this one felt like it truly was a home for a family.

  I was on my way up the stairs when I passed by Freya, asking where Sienna was.

  Freya smiled, finger pointing to the left. “She’s in the studio, sir. She’s been in there for over an hour now,” she informed me with a smile.

  “Thank you. I’ll go ahead and check on her then.” Loosening up my tie as I strolled towards the studio downstairs, I held my breath when I finally opened the door and saw my woman, dancing with a slow beat of Ciara’s “Body Party” she’d been singing for the last week. Candles lit the studio. The surround sound and surrounding mirrored-walls made everything so sensual—sexual.

  Sienna had white sweatpants that rode low on the hips and hugged her nicely shaped buns. A white sports bra that made her breasts looked smothered and flat, toned stomach that had that beautiful two-contoured deep line on the sides, showing how fit she was.

  She danced to the beat, eyes closed, legs apart as her hips moved in slow rhythmic grind while her hands splayed from the sides of her breasts and skimmed it lower. Her hips then rocked lower before she spun around and did the steps all over again.

  Never in my life had I seen a woman that could arouse me like this woman could. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She was in tune with her body as she moved fluidly in erotic movements. It took awhile to register that Sienna had her eyes open, watching me in the mirror.

  A sharp quick gasp came from me when she spun around and directly faced me, slowly dancing for me. FUCK. ME. LEFT. AND. RIGHT. HEAVEN AND HELL. I almost came in my pants when I saw her bite her bottom lip, left hand went through her hair as she sexily moved it to the side, looking more sultry than any woman had a right to. She then smiled at me; a knowledgeable smile that said she knew the effect she had on my body.

  My throat was dry, but I couldn’t utter a mere word, nor could I move an inch because my cock was about to explode and a stead, tiny flow of my essence was starting to seep out of my puny slit.

  I should’ve known that the witch barely started in teasing me. She took hold of a nearby chair, smiled at me, hips swaying and forefinger waving at me to come and sit, enjoy the front row private show I was getting.

  When she saw I was not sure if I should go over there or not, she shook her head. “Get your sexy, tight arse on this chair, Knightly!”

  Bloody hell. Straining my tie as I pulled it from side to side, I started to get a move on. I barely raised a brow at her when she simply pushed me down to sit. My eyes flickered at the mirror right before me, noting the blatant hardness of my shaft in my pants.
My attention quickly darted back to the woman who was behind me before she held my shoulders, gently skimming them up and down in seductive strokes as the same song repeated again.

  “Take your cock out, baby, and stroke it,” Sienna rasped against my ear, making my hairs stand out and my toes seriously curl. I was past turned on when she spoke again, bringing me to heel, knowing I was never going to stop loving this woman. “Watch me. Feel my moves. Connect with me. Feel how I badly want you.”

  If I weren’t so turned on, I would’ve held back from stroking my shaft right this instant, but I needed some sort of release and freeing it would help a great deal. When it was released from its closed confines, the tip glistened with moisture. Stroking it, my gaze followed the enchantress.