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and smiled while he did the same with her.
    After they’d finished the first piece, Bree licked the tips of his fingers clean. David did the same with her bottom lip. “More?” he murmured.
    Bree wanted it all. “Are we talking about food?”
    “What do you think?”
    He wanted her to decide if the right time to begin was now. “I want more.”
    Smiling, he reached beneath her hair and untied her top, letting it fall away. The built-in bra dragged the stretchy fabric down, exposing her breasts to the heated air and him, her nipples tightening at his intense gaze. With a new piece of pizza in hand, he trailed the sauce over her areolas and the tips, sending threads of delight through her body.
    She spoke on a ragged sigh, “Bon appetite.”
    He answered with a broad grin before licking and sucking her nipples that produced another rush of desire. Bree curled her toes as well as she could given her sandals. Gripping his shoulders, she held on as David alternately tongued her tits and suckled her throat, an amazingly sensitive part of her.
    Warmth kept pooling in her pussy, the channel needing its due. Unable to bear it any longer, she cried out, “I want you. Now.” Please.
    He eased back, a lock of dark hair dangling over his forehead, giving him a boyish look. The sin in his eyes contradicted that. Smiling, he reached around her again. The crinkle of paper told her he’d grabbed the white bag. He upended it, revealing scores of chocolate pieces, each wrapped individually in red foil. Among them were dozens of condoms.
    Bree nearly clapped her hands. “Think we have enough?”
    David cupped her boobs and fondled them roughly, just as she liked. “Let’s see if we do.”
    His voice was huskier than it had been just a second before.

Chapter Three
     
     
    S he scrambled off his lap, naked boobs jiggling. “Ditch the clothes.”
    “I thought you’d never ask.” David wiggled his eyebrows then pulled off his tee faster than he had the first time. Once it was on the table, he toed off his running shoes and was about to unbutton his jeans when he stopped, his expression curious. “What are you doing?”
    Drinking in his powerful chest, lusting over his crazy hot abs, yearning to lick his spectacular tat. What else? “Watching you.”
    “I noticed. That won’t do.” He wagged his finger at her. “Lose the dress and knickers, if you’re wearing any. Leave the heels.” He offered a dimpled smile. “They’re wicked. I like them.”
    Was there no end to how he turned her on with his approval, accent, spectacular looks, and the prize behind his fly? “First things first.”
    “What?”
    “Quiet. No talking.” She sank to her knees before him. “You can grunt and growl though. That’s so hot.”
    He made a noise of surprise as Bree unbuttoned the metal disk on his waistband and lowered the fly. Quickly, she pulled his jeans and black stretchy boxers to his knees. His cock sprang out, beefy and proud, jutting from a nest of thick brown curls.
    Oh my god . She’d reached heaven without having to die first. On a shameless moan, Bree buried her face in his thick pelt and inhaled deeply of his musk. Masculine to the extreme. Virile as all hell.
    He panted and made another noise that sounded as if he were enjoying this.
    With her hands cupping his rock-hard ass, Bree kept him close, her teeth tugging his curls playfully.
    David pushed closer, his rough breathing saying he wanted more.
    Encouraged, she suckled his thatch, dampening it then licked the root of his cock. His shaft flexed, tapping her throat. Liking that, she ran her tongue over the prominent veins that snaked down the length of his rod. Holy hell, the man was blessed, long, meaty, harder than steel. When she reached his plump crown, Bree tongued the tiny slit, wet with pre-cum.
    “Shite.” David pushed to his toes, his ass tightening against her palms. “Don’t fucking stop.”
    As if she would. Bree flicked her tongue against the bumpy skin on