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“True, right. Lucky bastard.”

“I am right here and can hear you both.” Ambra rolled her eyes.

“Well, if he doesn’t sati—”

Michael gave a low growl, and with another laugh, Colin was gone.

Michael paused, but when he saw Ambra reach for the water and gulp it down quickly, he knew he needed to relax and calm down. Colin was right; he needed a distraction, and eating would do the trick. He wanted it to be a good night for her too and not come off like an adolescent with his first girlfriend.

He tried, he really tried, but when she started eating, Ambra was making these sounds of pleasure over the food that he soon couldn’t take anymore. He was so fucking hard that he was going to burst, and he wanted to be in her when he exploded.

“Put the food down and come and ride my cock,” his finesse all gone, commanded gutturally.

She paused, holding a fork full of steak that she had been about to take another bite of and stared at him incredulously.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me. I want you now. Take off the wrap.”

“Michael, we should really think about this, and I don’t appreciate you blackmailing me with that video.” She pointed a finger at him, her bosoms jerking in outrage.

“You know better. I never took a video. I just wanted you downstairs without having to break down the door.”

He then tilted his head and tapped his finger against his chin pensively.

“There, I have thought about it. Now take it off and come here.”

“I—”

“Stop denying to yourself what you want and what I want. I bet your pussy is wet right now for me, isn’t it?”

She firmed her lips.

He sighed, now sounding tired. “Ambra, I want you.” He stood up, showing her the obvious tent that was still in his boxers before sitting back down and pushing his chair away from the table. “And clearly you want me too, or you wouldn’t have raised that paddle.”

She still hesitated, irking him. He never had to work this hard to have someone fall into bed with him.

“You started this; now have the balls to act on it,” he taunted, knowing that Ambra could not resist a dare.

He was right. She put down the steak, giving it a longing look, and rose up to her magnificent height. He loved the fact that she was tall and that he didn’t have to bend down to reach her. His gaze traced the delicate structure of the bones in her face, which complemented her dark-brown eyes and lush lips. He watched as the expression on her face changed from uncertainty to anticipation, her eyes now showing a woman’s confidence that her man was going to like what he saw and did.

Not taking her eyes off him, she loosened the wrap and then shrugged the lace cover from her shoulders, letting it drop. He didn’t see it fall or realize that he had moved until he had both her luscious breasts in his palms and was bent over suckling the tight dark tip into his mouth before moving over to its twin. She was big on top, and he hadn’t noticed just how big until the lace body suit with the cutouts made them the features of the piece.

He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes, heavy from the pleasure he’d just given to her sensitive tips with his sucking. Now he was pinching and stroking them, causing her body to tremble.

“How?” he breathed.

“I used specialty minimizer bras, or I bind them.”

“Why?”

“It’s easier on my chest when I do sports and less jarring when I run or work out. Plus, I wanted to avoid the ogling. This just made it easier. Being big-breasted can be painful too.” She shrugged and then let out a moan when he began to massage them.

“When you are with me, don’t confine them,” he ordered and then lowered his head, running his tongue down her neck to her breastbone and then onto his target. Her areola covered a good portion of her breast, and her nipples were big and plump. He pushed her breasts together and suckled one dark berry into his mouth and then the other before pulling both in at the same time, swirling his tongue back and forth as he sucked. He felt her hands in his hair, gripping his strands tightly, and he listened to the sweet sounds of her cries.

He moved his leg in between hers, knocking them apart for him to delve his hand down and cup her pussy. He had been right—she was wet, so wet that his hand was coated in her essence.

Micheal began to move his head down her body, licking and sucking every available bit of exposed flesh until he reached the heat of her. He took her leg and lifted it over his shoulder as his mouth hit her core and his tongue entered her slick velvet pussy. She tasted delicious, and he was a man that liked to slowly savor a good meal. He took his time exploring her while she screamed and begged him for release. Her moisture was in his mouth, cheeks, and chin. He was enjoying his feast and could have tasted her all night, but another part of his body needed release, and from the way her legs trembled, he didn’t think she would be able to stand it much longer either.

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