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He notices my reaction. The sudden slickness, the clenching, and his eyes burn despite his composure. “You like hearing that,” he states simply as he tilts my ass further upwards, allowing him to stroke deeper. “You like it when I say that, don’t you? Because that’s what we’re doing here, Harper.” He swallows and his jaw clenches, like he doesn’t want to continue. “It makes me think that maybe no other man’s done it to you like that before,” he murmurs, and I bite hard into my bottom lip, trying to stop my soft anguished sounds.

“Is it true?” he asks gruffly. “Am I the first?”

I can’t keep it in anymore. I grip at the hard swells of his chest, moaning and nodding.

“Yes,” I whimper. “You’re the first to do that. You’re the only one.”

He presses down onto me hard, pinning my back completely against the table, and he rolls his hips between mine with long rough strokes.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, looking down at me. He allows barely a millimetre of light to penetrate the shield that his shoulders have formed above my face.

“You’re gonna break the table,” I whisper back at him as it scrapes another five inches across the floor.

He breathes a laugh and shakes his head. “I promise I made it real secure,” he murmurs. Then he thinks about it and says, “I can make you another one.”

I laugh too but suddenly he’s hunching as far down as he can, kissing me in a frenzy and grunting with every thrust. Then I’m clenching and writhing, and he’s pulling back to hold me in place whilst I climax, watching me with a jaw set harder than steel. His own strokes begin to turn sloppy and he makes gruff snarling sounds, his biceps bulging as he grips me against him, until he can’t control it any longer and he growls as he finally unloads.

I cling onto him as he settles his heavy body down against my own, our breathing laboured as we recover from what just happened.

When he finally lifts himself up our eyes lock together. Then we both look backwards, sensing something amiss.

Laughter bursts out of both us.

The table has scraped all the way to the other side of the room.

Chapter 16

Mitch

Like clockwork I wake up at 5:29.

At first I keep my eyes closed and regulate my breathing back to its usual steady rhythm. The calendar in the back of my mind tells me that it’s Sunday – no work today – so I’m off the hook unless I want to get ahead on next week’s paperwork, which is what I’d usually do.

Then I feel what I’ve got my hands on, last night comes racing back to me, and I suddenly don’t want to keep my eyes closed anymore.

Harper’s lying on her back, her head turned to face me, with her hair poufed around her in a soft golden halo. Her cheeks are flushed with heat. Maybe from the warm sheets bunched around her, maybe from my right forearm lying heavy on her stomach, or maybe she’s not recovered from last night, when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

After dinner there was no stopping us – I wanted it, she wanted it, and once we had it there was no going back. The second that we got her perfect ass perched up on her new table we both knew what was going to happen. I got her out of her clothes, ripped a condom out of my wallet, and saw to the job I’d been meaning to see through since that first morning way back in October. She wrapped herself around me, lithe, golden, and gorgeous, and I took her right there on the table, so damn lost in it that when we finished we were on the other side of the room.

And I couldn’t even bring myself to pull it out. I stayed on top of her and inside of her until I was ready to give her round two, only then dragging it slowly out and watching her as I rolled the condom off. Tossed it on the floor and stood there for a few seconds, letting her take it in without a rubber to shield it. She looked up at me, biting into her lower lip, and let me peruse her lying back on the table as brazenly as she was looking at me. Flushed cheeks, panting breaths, those soft sexy breasts. Then a little further down, over her smooth soft stomach, all the way until I got to that area at the apex of her thighs, blushing, and swollen, and ready for me.

I went to the other side of the room, yanked the chair back over to the table, then took a seat as I tore open a new condom, Harper’s legs dangling on either side of my thighs and her body slightly raised as she watched me from her elbows.

As soon as the rubber snapped into place I reached forwards to grip her hips and eased her right onto my lap, her arms automatically wrapping around the back of my neck and her soft little tits pressed up against my pecs. I used one hand to keep her ass hovering just above my thighs and the other to grip the thick base of my shaft, rubbing the head against her pussy to get her writhing and ready to take it again. Then I got the tip in place, clutched both my hands over the sexy curves of her ass, and pushed her right down the length of me, all the way until her cheeks slapped off my thighs and her eyes rolled back in her head.

She was in the position to ride me but all she could do was cling on, her legs spread wide and her body limp as I held her hard against my lap and rutted deep thrusts into her belly. She was moaning from the feel of my muscles scraping her nipples alone, so by the time that she was on the verge of her climax she was the hottest mess that I’d ever seen. Her brow arched in desperation, and her tits bouncing like they were made to taunt me. I got a hand on them as I lifted her up, ready to take her to the bedroom to finish her off, but the movement before I stood got me shoving it in so deep that she was already coming, and all I could do was get us over to the bedroom doorway and pound her up against it until she slumped bonelessly against my chest.

I jerked it into her a couple more times so that I could come quickly, and then I laid her down on the sheets, subtly knocking that toy bear to the floor behind her because I wasn’t going to have those beady little eyes on me.

I pulled out and then kissed her until those pained whimpers turned into sleepy moans. Tucked her in, then went to the dining area to grab my shirt and the rest of the condoms, chucking them onto the bedside table when I was back inside the bedroom.

I got myself under the quilt with Harper and wrapped her up in my arms, expecting her to already be in a sex coma, but the second that my rigid cock poked into her side she was kissing at me again, begging for just one more round. She wrapped her legs up around my waist as she rolled herself onto her back, and I reached over to the bedside table as she scratched her nails hard down my skin.

I dipped down to kiss her and filled her up with those slow deep strokes of tongue.

And then I gave it to her, just how she wanted it.

In my head a mental alarm clock beeps 5:30. I want to brush my thumb down Harper’s belly and then roll her tightly against my chest but the need to let her rest prevails. She’s wearing nothing but my shirt and I’m wearing nothing but the sheets, and the sight of her breasts gently poking through the fabric makes my bare cock grow heavy and thick. I steel my jaw to stop myself from groaning and I close my eyes.

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