Deceived - The Complete Series

by Walker, Kylie

  After he’d given both breasts the attention he thought they deserved, he inched further down her belly and kissed across it. He nibbled at her hips and molded his big, warm hands around her as he kissed his way down towards her pussy and she groaned loudly as he skipped over it and she felt his mouth on her thighs. He molded his warm hands around her and kissed down to her toes, sliding his tongue slowly between each one and sending chills up to her thighs. She was moaning and writhing, trying to get him to come back up. He finally did and on his way, his fingers played across the supple skin of her thighs and made her quiver with lust.

  He smiled up at her before closing his eyes and dipping his head down between her legs. Her chest was rising up and down with an excitement she’d never felt before. She couldn’t believe how badly she’d missed him. He slid one finger along the center of her lips, parting them slightly and feeling how wet she was. She’d never felt so aroused and she moaned and gasped, surprised at her own sounds of ecstasy.

  He was still kissing and sucking on her inner thighs, teasing her to the point of her feeling like she might lose her mind. She whined and instantly felt him smile against her aroused flesh. Her body was teeming with excitement and before she even realized it her hands were on her own breasts and she was kneading and squeezing them.

  “Please,” she whispered in a hoarse croak. She bent one leg and brought her toes up to skim across his rock hard cock. He moaned and sucked harder on her thighs, inching closer yet to her sopping wet pussy. Her hands found the back of his silky head and she pushed his face between her legs. She felt him smile again and then she cried out as he parted her with his tongue. He was finished teasing and he dove right in now...hungrily. He slid his tongue inside of her and she gasped. She pulled her thighs apart further and he began to lap at her clit with his tongue. He probed even deeper inside of her and she screamed out his name. Up and down he licked her from top to bottom, stopping to probe inside and suck on her clit. Angela was out of her mind with desire, gripping his hair with both hands and making animalistic sounds as he feasted on her pussy.

  Finally she literally screamed and clutched his face to her with her hands as her thighs closed on his head like a vice. He left his tongue inside of her, riding her through the orgasm. When she finally finished coming he began to lick softly again, but she couldn’t take it any longer. She pushed him back. “I can’t...no more...too sensitive...” She could barely form her words. The only thing on her mind at the moment was the pleasure he was giving her and what was yet to come. He pulled up his head and locked eyes with her. “I need to touch you,” she said. “I need to wrap my hands around your cock...I need to taste you.”

  He grinned and rolled to his back. She climbed up on him and brought her mouth down to his waiting one. He kissed her passionately, letting his tongue slide in and out erotically, fucking her mouth. She could taste herself on him and it made her even hungrier for his cock. He had hold of the back of her neck, holding her to him, playing his tongue across hers, and licking her lips, sucking on them. His hands made their way to her breasts and he pinched her nipples hard.

  She finally got her hand down between them and grabbed hold of his throbbing erection. He groaned and broke the kiss. “Mm...” she moaned as he lay back against the bed and she made her way down, licking and sucking on his chest and abdomen. When her tongue reached the head of his cock she let it glide across and he moaned loudly. She let the tip of her tongue trace across the mushroom head and lick the pre cum off the tip. He had one hand fisted in her hair and the other reached down and took a nipple between his fingers and began to roll and pull and tweak. She sucked and circled the head of his cock finally taking it into her mouth and sucking him in all the way to the bottom of his shaft.

  “Fuck!” he cried out as she sucked and licked the underside. She bobbed up and down, sucking and licking and even nibbling a little bit as he moaned and writhed underneath her. “Shit, baby! You have to stop! Please, stop!” She gave the head of his cock one last sweet kiss before allowing herself to be lifted up on top of him. His hard cock pressed up between her lips as she straddled him. She bent forward and let her hard nipples press against his hard chest and they locked eyes again as she leaned back and lined herself up with him. He slipped the head in and then grabbed her hips and said, “Are you ready baby?”

  “So fucking ready,” she breathed out.

  He grinned and lifted her slightly before thrusting up into her hard. They both moaned in ecstasy and as he cupped her shapely thighs, she began to ride him. He picked up his head and caught one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth, sucking it in, running his tongue around the nipple. “Oh Steve! Oh my God!”

  “Good baby?”

  “Not even close to the right word.” She bounced up and down on him as he drove his hips up, slamming into her harder and faster, rubbing the shaft of his cock against her hard clit as he did. He felt amazing inside of her and she never wanted him to stop.

  “Jesus Angela! You feel so good! So wet...so tight...so perfect. Jesus!”

  He grabbed her suddenly and flipped her over. She dug her nails into his back and cried out for him not to stop. Her legs were open wide and he lifted them with his hands and put them up on his shoulders. New waves of passion flowed through her and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more pleasure, he reached down and pressed a finger against her clit. She cried out... “I’m going to come! Oh fuck!” He didn’t stop thrusting and he didn’t stop fingering. She was shaking all over and she was on the verge of tears because it felt so good she didn’t know what to do with her emotions.

  “Come for me beautiful,” he whispered, urging her on.

  “Oh God!” She screamed. “Oh Steve! God!”

  She shook all over again and then came harder than she ever had before. Her body was thrashing and bucking and he kept on going, riding out her storm. Angela lay back against the bed, reveling in each stroke and trying to get her breathing back to normal. Her chest hurt from the intense hammering of her heart.

  She could feel how close he was now. He let her come down from her high but the whole time she felt him growing and swelling inside of her. His hard ball sack, filled with his come was slapping against her with each stroke.

  “So sexy,” he whispered, letting down her legs and leaning in to kiss her. She thrust her hips up at him as he thrust down and as he pumped faster and harder, she felt herself racing towards another orgasm. Suddenly he cried out, “Oh God! Fuck baby!” She reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into her hard. “Come with me baby!” She watched his gorgeous face as his excitement grew and the look of pure ecstasy she saw there pushed her over the edge. She dug her fingers into him and they both cried out. He buried himself in her, as deep as he could go and they both twisted and moaned through their climaxes.

  Steve collapsed forward as soon as he finished coming, and they both lay there, panting and gasping against each other, trying to catch their breath. When they did, Steve rolled off of her and rolled her to face him. He pressed his lips into hers, kissing her gently and then said, “I think you stole my heart Angela.”

  Chapter 7

  The next two days, both of the apartments Angela was supposed to look at cancelled. They both said they’d rented out suddenly. She was growing more frustrated because Thomas’s behavior was growing stranger and more intense. When she’d gotten home from her night with Steve to get ready for work the next morning, she’d found him still up on the couch, half drunk.

  “What are you doing?” she’d asked him. “You have work today. You’re drunk.”

  “You have work today and you smell like a two-bit hooker.”

  She’d gone into her room, closed and locked her door and when she came back out, he was passed out on the couch. She hadn’t talked to him since. It was now Wednesday afternoon and she was getting ready to wrap things up for the day when Kimberly walked into her office and plopped herself down into the chair uninvited.

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��How did the meeting go with Candy Cosmetics today?”

  “It was good. I think Hannah and I are clicking well. We have a photo shoot set up this week down on Olivera Street. It should be fun.”

  “Good, what day?”

  “Friday at four.”

  “Okay, I’ll be there.”

  “Oh...okay...has there been a problem with my work?”

  “No, your work has been spectacular. I am a little bit concerned that your personal life is bleeding over into your professional one. I’d like to make sure you understand that there are clear guidelines in your contract with regards to that.”

  Angela was beginning to get the picture. Thomas must have told Kim that she and Steve are back together. Kim can’t fire her or harass her in any way because of it. Angela has a two year contract. She can however, nit-pick and look for things that puts Angela in violation of her contract.

  “I’m sorry, what was it that gave you that idea?”

  “I heard a rumor there was a confrontation between you and Steve McAllister and Thomas in the lobby last week.”

  “Really? Where did you hear that?”

  “From one of the security guards. It looks bad, Angela. You really need to get your affairs in order before you come into work. Then there is the idea of you crossing that line with your client...”

  Angela couldn’t help it; she let out a harsh laugh. “I’m sorry, but, are you kidding? You were sleeping with Steve before I ever got here. How is that any different?”

  “My personal life and professional ones both have boundaries which I do not cross. That’s the difference.”

  “Fine, I will keep that in mind. Perhaps you should have this same talk with Thomas.”

  Kimberly stood up. “Don’t worry, I will. You have a nice evening, Angela.”

  “Thanks,” she said, sarcastically, “You too.”

  Angela was infuriated by Kimberly’s veiled threats, but she wasn’t about to let them ruin her day. She’d been floating on cloud nine since her night with Steve and this evening he was taking her out to the track to drive one of the cars. She was excited about that. He’d told her she stole his heart when they were in the throes of passion too. They didn’t talk about that at all later...but she hadn’t forgotten it. The look in his eye when he said it was so sweet and so sincere. She hadn’t said it back. She felt it, that was undeniable...but she just wasn’t sure she was ready to say it yet. She wanted to give them a little more time first, but she already knew that she would get there. She grabbed her things and started to head out. Her afternoon went from bad to worse when she ran into Thomas in the hall.

  “Hey,” he said, as if things were okay between them.

  “Hey,” she kept walking towards the elevator. He followed her. She pushed the down button and he said, “Will you be home for dinner tonight?”

  “No,” she said, pushing the button again. The doors opened and she stepped in. Thomas stepped in behind her.

  “Going out with Steve again?”

  “Why do you care, Thomas? Would you like to call me a whore again?”

  “What?” he looked genuinely confused. “Why would you say that?”

  “Are you telling me that you don’t remember telling me I smelled like a...and I quote, “two-bit hooker?”

  “Oh my God! No, Angela...” the doors slid open and he followed her out. “I swear, I don’t remember that. I was so drunk.”

  “That’s not an excuse.” She walked faster, trying to get away from him. She looked around the lobby as she did. No one was paying attention to them. She knew it was Thomas who told Kimberly everything. She pushed open the doors and he followed her out.

  “I know...Angela wait! Please stop and talk to me...”

  She sighed heavily and stopped walking. “We don’t have anything to talk about Thomas...unless of course you want to talk about your bad behavior and how it’s only gotten worse lately. Or maybe you’d like to talk about your excessive drinking?”

  “I’ve been an ass and you have every right to be mad. I’m sorry. Please Angela...” he had tears in his eyes. “If I lose you, I lose all I have left of my best friend. Please don’t hate me over this. Give me a chance to do better.”

  “You’re running out of chances, Thomas.”

  “I know. One more chance. Have dinner with me at home on Friday night. No alcohol, I’ll cook, we’ll watch a movie...please.”

  Angela hated the thought of losing the man that he used to be...but she was afraid that she already had. Still, she owed it to Blake to at least try, she thought. Thomas was her only real link left to him too. “Okay Thomas, one more chance. No crap, no getting drunk and saying things you want to apologize about later and no talking crap about Steve either.”

  “Okay, it’s a deal. How about some of my famous Chicken Parm?”

  “That’s fine,” she said. “I have to go.”

  Angela flagged a cab. Before she got in, Thomas tried to hug her. She warded him off with a look. All was not forgiven and forgotten in a five minute conversation. He stepped back and watched her get in the cab. She didn’t turn around, but if she had, she would have seen him hail the cab right behind hers.

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  Angela was surprised at how excited she was to be driving a race car. Cars never meant much to her in the past...maybe it was just the idea of being in one with Steve that really got her motor running. She arrived at the track right after he did. As soon as he saw her his face lit up. She loved the look he got in his eyes when he saw her...it was pure joy. He put his arm around her and pulled her in for a long, hot, passionate kiss. When he let her up for air she was actually dizzy. “Wow, that was...something,” she said when she caught her breath.

  “I missed you,” he said with a grin. She really looked at him then. He was dressed in some kind of racing suit. It was one piece and he looked really sexy in it.

  “I missed you too,” she said, “I really like your suit.”

  He leaned in and kissed her softly again. “Good, because I have one for you too...and wait until you see how sexy we’re going to look in our helmets.” He took her hand and led her into a huge garage. It was filled with car parts and tires and wheels and any kind of tool you could think of. He went over to a metal closet in the corner and pulled out a racing suit like the one he was wearing. He handed it to her and said, “This is the smallest one I have. It should work for you. Don’t wear your clothes underneath it though.”

  “Are you being a perv?” she said with a grin.

  He reached over and gave her butt a squeeze. “With you, I’m always a perv...but no. It gets really hot in the car. You’ll be too hot in all of that.”

  “Oh, okay. I thought you wanted to take me in the racecar.”

  “Don’t give me ideas,” he said, mischievously.

  “Ha! Like you need me to put ideas in your head. Where should I change?”

  “Just you and me here. I don’t mind if you strip right here.”

  “No way buddy. I’ll strip, you’ll touch and I’ll never get my racecar drive.”

  He laughed. “You’re right. In the office is fine.”

  Angela went into the office and took off all of her clothes except for her panties. Then she slipped on the racing suit. It smelled like oil and gasoline. She took a hair band out of her purse and pulled her long hair back into a ponytail. When she was ready, she went back out where Steve was waiting. When he saw her, he let out a low wolf whistle. “Damn! Even in a racing jumpsuit you’re hot.”

  “Thanks,” she said with a giggle. “I was thinking the same about you. Where’s my car?”

  Steve went over and took the cover off of a burnt orange stock car that had the number 28 painted on top in yellow and “McAllister Racing” along the side. “She’s pretty,” Angela said. He grinned and without taking his eyes off of her he said,

  “She sure is.”

  “I meant the car.”

  “Oh...me too,” he said, still smiling. “Okay, focus,” he told h
imself. He began to describe the car to her in detail with engine size and horsepower. After a few minutes he said, “Your eyes are glazing over. You don’t care about all of that, do you?”

  “Not really,” she said, “But I am excited about driving it.”

  Chapter 8

  “Okay then, let’s get you a helmet.” Steve had to try three on her before he could find one that fit her small head. Then they had the same problems with the gloves, but finally found her a pair. They went back to the car and he climbed into the passenger seat and her into the driver’s seat. “I would have loved to let you run with one of the Formula one cars...but I thought you might be more comfortable your first time with me.”

  “You thought right,” she said. She slid on her helmet and Steve put his on.

  “There’s a microphone in your helmet so I can hear you and vice versa,” he told her. “Can you hear me okay?” She nodded. “Okay, let’s go.” He talked her through how to start it since the ignition was a lot different than on a regular car. She revved the engine a few times just because she thought it was cool. “Ready?”