Page 53 of Sweet Deception

I let her nipple pop free and command her to ride me. My teenage fantasy is fulfilled, watching her bounce on my dick and seeing her beautiful fucking tits jiggling in front of my face.

I won't last long.

I growl, desperate for her to come first. To help her along, I place my thumb on her clit and apply pressure while moving around in circles. And because I can't resist, I lean forward to take her other nipple into my mouth and suck.

She moans loud and her movements become erratic. I'm so desperate for her to come, to gain control. I stand with her in my arms and swipe the dishes off the table before laying her down.

Oblivious to the breaking sounds of china, I straighten while bringing her legs to my chest and pound into her.

"I need you to come, baby." I rasp. She responds by moving her hand down her body until she reaches her clit, my eyes following its path as I continue to ram into her. With each thrust, her ass comes off the table as my hands hold her legs immobile.

Fuck, seeing her writhing on the table will forever live in my head.

I'm struggling to hold back my orgasm when she finally cries out with hers, enabling me to let go. I shove my dick inside her so hard her whole body scoots back on the table as I come harder than I ever have in my life.

When I stop unloading into the condom, I relax my hold on her legs and open my eyes. My breathing is ragged as I lower Kylie's ass to the table, but I don'tpull out just yet. I revel in the feeling of being surrounded by her warmth, while appreciating the view she's providing me.

I desperately want to take a picture of her right now, just as she is. If she was truly mine, I would do it. Something tells me she won't let me otherwise.

When my breathing calms, I smooth my hands down her legs and look around at the mess we made while she catches her breath.

"Shit. There's broken glass on the floor. Don't move while I grab a broom." I slide out of her and fuck if that doesn't feel good, too. When I lower her legs to dangle off the table, she raises herself onto her elbows and eyes the damage. Her eyes grow big when she snaps her gaze to mine.

A giggle escapes her. "Oops."

I grin at her as I admire the beautiful shade of red that climbs her chest to her cheeks. That she can still blush amuses me as I take care of the condom and pull my sweats back on. Then I grab her shirt and hand it to her. As much as I would love to keep her naked, I understand that she'll feel more at ease covered. Soon, I'll get her to where she won't mind staying naked.

When I come back into the room, Kylie's sitting on the edge of the table, leaning back on her hands and swinging her legs. She's leaning to her right, surveying the damage on the floor. Her hair is an adorably disheveled mess with a piece of fruit stuck in her hair.

Shaking my head, I pluck the fruit out of her hair, causing her eyes to widen as she straightens to run her fingers through her tresses, checking for more food.

"So fucking cute." I lean in to kiss her before seeing to the broken glass.

"Um, I think we need to sanitize this table now. Do you have any bleach wipes I can use?" She scoots to her left, where I've already swept the glass.

"Be careful. Let me do one more sweep before you step down." Last thing I want is for her to injure herself and derail the plans I have for the rest of the day. When I'm sure I've picked up all the shards on this side of the room, I lift Kylie off the table and set her down. "I have cleaning supplies under the sink."

As she heads to the kitchen, I squat down where most of the food spilled onto the floor. "Angel, can you grab the paper towels as well? Coffee is all over this floor."

"Here." Kylie hands me the roll and goes to work on the table with the bleach wipes. "After we're done here, I need to check my phone. I want to make sure my parents haven't tried to contact me, and I need another shower.

I shake my head. "No shower. I want you just as you are today. Besides, I'm just going to dirty you again." I take the last of the mess into the trash and dump it. "Your phone is on my dresser. You didn't have any missed calls when I placed it there last night."

Kylie whips her gaze to mine, pausing mid swipe on the table. "You … checked my phone?" She scrunches her brows, but doesn't seem angry.

"Yeah. I wasn't sure how long you'd been asleep before I got home, so I wanted to make sure you didn't miss a call from your parents. You worry over them, and rightly so." I'm studying her face so I don't miss it softening.

Most women would have a fit if I checked their phone, but I honestly don't care. She's mine. At least for now, and that means nothing is off limits to me.

"Just curious … how would you feel if I checked your phone?" She's resumed cleaning the table and isn't looking at me.

I return the broom to the closet before I answer her.

"If you think that will discourage me from looking at your phone, you're wrong." I move to stand behind her with images of taking her from behind as she's bent over the table already filling my brain and my dick responds.

When I touch her hip, her movements stop, leaving her arm stretched to the center of the table, making her almost prone. When I bring my other hand to her hip, she looks over her shoulder at me and I respond with a lopsided grin. Taking the hem of her shirt, I lift it, exposing her to me.

I glance down at the view and decide that I'm still hungry.

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