“Excuse me! Where the hell do you think you’re taking me! How dare you, Kyle!” Unleashed fury roared off me.

How dare he manhandle me like that!

He opened a door and brashly shoved me inside with him. I quickly scanned the room. It was dark, but it was illuminated with the glowing light of the moon from the bay window. The room was quite large, but uninhabited, a guest room perhaps.

I slowly glanced back and found Kyle looking down at me, furious to a point which I had never seen him before. My heart slammed wildly against my chest.

“Are you trying to embarrass yourself, Sienna!” he raged at me, face thunderous with seething anger. “Are you trying to prove something?” He glared and spit fire. “Are you trying to prove that you’re a big girl, now? Taking offers and sampling men to your liking?” Kyle was accusing and livid.

“Excuse me? I was dancing with James! Mind your own fucking business and go back to your amazing girlfriend!” I screamed like a banshee at him. “And if I am taking offers and sampling them, it’s my goddamned business. Now, leave me the FUCK alone!” I yelled with barely suppressed rage. How dare he? After how he had been cold toward me all night, without even a backward glance, and now he gives me this blasted brutish treatment? Seriously? I was done dealing with that crap; I was going home, back to London.

I tried to grab the handle of the door, but he quickly caught my hand and swiftly placed me on the wall next to the door. Both of his hands landed securely on either side of my head so I was imprisoned and had no chance in hell of escaping. I stared at him, wide-eyed and reeling.

Not only was I shocked at his attitude and his chauvinistic demeanor, but I was more surprised that he had even bothered to. “Are you fucking drunk, Kyle?” I asked him angrily. “Did you not hear what I just said?” He simply kept staring at me like he wasn’t even listening to my questions.

He moved closer, his eyes burning into me.

I could smell him, his smell that I used to adore so much. The smell that reminded me of long nights sleeping in the nook of his neck. Being that close to him tested me to the hilt and drove me insane with acute lust. I was becoming nostalgic with pure longing.

His molten eyes roved all over my body, reacquainting himself with it. They stopped on my lips and his eyes darkened. My heartbeat quickened, my breathing shallowed. My body quivered from his close scrutiny. Goose bumps covered my body as my nipples tightened and my stomach had butterflies flying about. Damn him.

His gaze was too powerful and like prey, I was hypnotized and captivated by him; by his closeness, by that sudden reminder that he was my first love, my first everything. I closed my eyes and tried my damnedest to steady the wild beating of my heart.

His thumb traced my full, bottom lip slowly like he was trying to ingrain it in his memory. The moment his thumb grazed my skin, I was enthralled.

“Sienna,” he said my name in a whisper that was full of pain and hunger. My heart twisted.

I slowly opened my eyes and was tormented by the look in his. He wanted me. His desire was emanating from him; from every pore in his body. I knew that look so well. I suddenly had the urge to touch his chest, to feel his heat—his warmth—but I willed myself against it.

I wet my lips slowly with uncertainty and swallowed. I was having a hard time breathing. All I could hear was my heart pounding incredibly loud against my ribcage as I anticipated Kyle’s touch. He would touch. That look said it all. He would devour me with no concession.

I stared at the man before me, wide-eyed and waiting, waiting for him to make a move… Can I let this happen? There was hardly any option of backing out. He was there for a reason, a man on a mission who would give no room for negotiation. Oh, hell! I’m going to be in big trouble.

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

A tidal wave of emotion rolled off me; from missing him to the angst of seeing him with a new girlfriend, amongst other things. All bottled in together as I kissed him. My lips demanded just as fervently as his, like we couldn’t get enough of each other. The titillating hunger was demanding his full attention, driving us both in a magical, wanton spell.

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

He groaned as my fingers touched his hair and slowly traced his back, all the way down to his ass, cupping it hard with greedy hands and pulling 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 better, riding my miniscule skirt up higher, flashing my magenta lace thong. I couldn’t stop holding him firmly and tightly by his ass, pulling 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, 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 nipples. He found one and playfully bit it. I whimpered from the pure ecstasy that was taking me to a whole different sphere of being. I was already horny, but that drove me over the edge of the precipice and straight into a state of absolutely wanton desire.

My thong was soaked as I rubbed myself with a driven mission over his jeans that showed his bulging erection. God, he feels wonderful. Fuck.

“Can I take you, baby?” he asked in a raspy, sexy voice, panting with the need to consume me. It was full of promise, full of wicked urgency.

Of course, that was the old Kyle, my Kyle. “Yes—yes.” I was already 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 had just had a Brazilian wax a couple of days ago, I thought to myself.

He slid my thong to the side and I felt him playing with my folds, gently torturing me as he teased them by making chaste, rhythmic circles around my sensitized mound.

“Take me!” I commanded. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the throbbing, suppressed ache inside of me.

“Did you miss me, Sienna?” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. His hot breath sent tingles all the way down to my very wet opening.

I opened my eyes and looked him straight in his. “Yes.” I halted as he stuck a finger inside me, twirling and twisting it, hooking it in the upper wall of my slick channel. He frantically moved his fingers against my clit, flicking it up and down in a fast rhythm.

“Oh my God” I yelped. Yes! I chanted in my head.

I grabbed his bulging cock and started to rub it hard before taking charge of his pants, swiftly opening the button and pulling his zipper down. His pants were pooling around his knees and I tugged his boxer briefs south, on top of his pants. I eyed him, man he’s aroused. I gently cupped his balls with my left hand, squeezing them as I delightfully moved my right hand up and down his cock, twirling his erection with voracious determination.

I was in such a delicious state of sexual euphoria, and I couldn’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 as we panted hard. His thick, rock-hard cock had a small drop of juice that was enticingly sitting on the head of his enormous manhood. I hastily licked my dry lips as I greedily eyed it. It was just waiting for my attention.

If he thought torturing me would work, then I would give him the same satisfaction. I slightly bent over again and licked that sweet juice off oh-so-slowly and at the same time, watched his face through my lashes with a pure fervor born of lust. Hovering over his cock, I sucked the head with just enough pressure to get all of his sweet, moist essence out, tasting more of his manhood as though it was nirvana. His face almost combusted with desire and he was beyond turned on. He seriously looked like a savage animal ready to pounce.

He took his fingers out and spread me against the wall. He kneeled down just above my throbbing pussy and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder as he opened my other leg wider. Licking my outer lips with his hot, teasing tongue while nipping and sucking, I buckled and threw my head back from the sensations racking through my body.

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

He loomed over me; his eyes intensely flickering to my nipples and wide open legs. He pulled on his dick and started to stroke it, hard; big hands squeezing and stroking as I watched in fascination.

He took my boots off and pulled down my thong. “You’re beautiful, Sienna.” Our eyes locked as he gently rubbed me with his pulsating head, ready to combust. He teased and probed—driving me insane. I whimpered as I anticipated the feel of him inside me.

He paused, his cock just a mere centimeter from 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 was passive as he waited for me to reply.

I shook my head. “No, no one.”

His smile was predatory and victorious, eyes gleaming. He slowly entered me and pulled out almost immediately. “Baby, you feel like a virgin! I love it that your pussy’s like this. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

I looked at him as he was watching our bodies joining together. He was staring down candidly as his cock slid cautiously into my tightened core. He seemed to cherish the idea of being the only man I had ever had sex with. He groaned like a caveman as he shoved his dick inside me, thrusting hard with no inhibition or restraint. My walls immediately enveloped him, accommodating his size.

“You’re mine! All mine!” he growled like an animal. “I love how you feel… so silky, wet, and fucking tight. I’ve been constantly thinking about when I can have you over and over. I can’t get you out of my head. When I saw you tonight, I couldn’t help myself… I needed to have a taste of whatever you could give me. I needed to be inside you or I was going to go insane.” He sounded raw with want as he picked up the pace and held my hips tighter. My legs were wrapped around his hips in an angle where it hit the spot, taking him deeper inside me.

Thrusting harder, filling me, stretching me, taking as much as he could with no restraint. His cock was undeniably stretching me to its capacity. I couldn’t deny him that. I couldn’t deny us both. Sex with Kyle had always been good when we were together. So, it was hardly a surprise that we couldn’t help ourselves.

I felt my body and pussy tighten around him, building up slowly for an orgasm. The friction was more intense, fervent and exquisite. I was almost at the tipping point and then I felt my body convulse around him as my climax came to a close. I held his shoulders, digging my fingers in and screaming hard as I came.

Kyle held my hips harder and placed his lips on my neck as he fucked me hard with building intensity, his orgasm trailing close behind my own. He screamed my name against my lips, “Sienna, I love you. It’s always been you.” He then spilled his seed inside me with one hard thrust of his hips.

Thank God I had continued taking the pill.