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Chapter 145
Amy beamed as she watched her father and fiancé leave her father's study.
She stood from her chair in the living room to greet her man with a smile. Her hair... still in the sexy curls and braids Michael loved.
"I'm not going to regret helping you and being your partner, Michael, but you're too damn tough of a negotiator. Just like your father... I'm thinking
better
than your father."
"We still have plenty of time to work it all out, Mr. M. And, you're a challenge yourself. I'm learning a lot from you."
"Umph," came the reply from his future father in law, as he waved his hand in the air with dismissal. He pointed a finger to his daughter... a scowl on his face... "Be careful with him, Baby. He's difficult when it comes to money."
Amy stepped into her father's arms and kissed his cheek. "I'll watch my step, Daddy," she giggled. Then, she took her man into her arms as her father left the living room. "Giving my Daddy high blood pressure, Woods?"
Michael chuckled... "He did raise his voice once or twice. He's good... Tough when he needs to be. And... Mmm, I absolutely love your hair, Amy. It's... elegant and sexy at the same time." He ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke... admiring the silkiness with his eyes.
"Thank you. Mommy hired a stylist, considering you told everyone about our engagement party except... ME!" She laughed as she faux punched his chest. "Marsha, the stylist, said when she saw me and my long, straight hair, she was inspired by Padmé."
"Yeah!" he offered with agreed excitement in his tone... He stepped back to admire his woman. He pulled his phone from his pocket, typed into his browser, and paused at the result. "Amazing," he said softly as he gazed at his phone and back to his lover. "All you need is the white dress and blue cape and you're Natalie Portman's sister... Well, close at least. Look at this..." He offered his phone with the photo on the screen. "Although, I still think you favor Emily; in the face... the model whose last name I can't pronounce."
"I've already seen the photo," she giggled, as she bear hugged her man. Her cheek against his chest. "Marsha showed me before she began and I liked it. She was fast, too. Now, I called Maggie and, believe it or not, she's not at my dorm room with Patrick." Amy began laughing a little hard as she rolled her eyes. "Let's go... I want to show you my dorm room before school starts in a week. Then, you can take me to lunch."
*****
Michael had Amy lying on her back...
She was panting... sighing... moaning... whimpering... squirming.
He lay beside her naked form... He... naked himself.
Amy began pawing at his belt the moment she finished showing him her dorm room. There were very few students in the dorm before the spring semester began. She had her skirt, sweater, and blouse off in a blur... Her yellow panties... and bra... had him groaning out of control.
He was sucking... Licking... Squeezing... Kissing... her perky tits, as she had her arm around his neck and her other hand on top of his hand.
His hand... Two fingers inside her slick pussy. Twirling them in circles and raking the front of her tunnel... Occasionally... touching her cervix. Her hips were gyrating in response to his fingers... Attempting to force his fingers deeper inside her... he was good at the fingering her.
She moaned as she pulled on his neck to encourage more aggressive sucking and nibbling of her nipples... The electricity, from which, raced toward her clit... He was thumbing her sensitive button by now, and she was squeaking her approval.
He withdrew his fingers and began twirling her shiny pearl... Twirling it with his slickened fingers... she gasped at the sensation and pulled on his neck ever harder into her tits.
"That... feels... so good," she struggled to utter, as his slick fingers glided around, beneath, and on her button. The aroma of her arousal was conjuring up the primal animal inside his brain. His thick cock throbbing and bobbing from his pubis as he lay by her right side... rubbing and tapping it against her hip.
"Kiss me down there, Michael," she pleaded. "Go down on me, Baby."
One last nip at her brown nipple, and he slipped down between her already parted legs. He latched onto her sensitive pearl with his lips and pulled suction.
"OH Yes! I love it... More!"
He tongued her clit... She pulled his head harder into her drooling puss... He slipped his lips and tongue down one side of her slit... paused to greet her perineum with his tongue, and dragged them up the other side to be greeted by her shiny pearl... He nibbled it gently. He reached up to squeeze her right breast.
"I... love... it," she groaned in response. She tapped her button against his lips by swiveling her hips and pulling the back of his head into her. She was arched up to watch him dine on her gooey vagina... "I love it, Michael." She pawed at her other breast... squeezing and pressing it toward her neck. Three minutes of humping his face and pulling on the back of his head...
"Yeep!"
She flailed her head back into her pillow with clinched eyes. Her hips quaked with his mouth continuing his assault on her clitty. She squeezed his head between her thighs. She tried to twist onto her side, but was denied by her lover, as he tweeked her nipples with both hands. A few moments later...
"Enough! Hurry, hurry, hurry, Michael! I need you, now!"
She flailed her hands at him to get him to come to her. He leapt from her bed, strapped on a condom, pulled her wide hips near the edge of her mattress, and raised her right leg into the air. With his right hand, he lined his throbbing cock up with her drooling puss, then...
He heard giggles outside the door. One, maybe two distinct voices... mumbling. Amy heard it, too... "Ignore them... hurry Baby," she whispered with a plea.
He slipped his throbbing dick into her and paused at the end... touching the top of her vagina. She began bucking against him... encouraging him to hurry up. He placed his right knee on her bed and his other foot on the floor... and began fucking her...
One knee fucking.
Both her legs in the air... her feet on top of his shoulders... he watched his cock slide back and forth into her swollen and reddened slit... her neatly trimmed pubic hair... erotic and arousing. He looked to her chest... a nice pink color had appeared above her breasts, radiating into the sides of her neck towards her ears. Her eyes rolling back... and side to side... as he picked up a rhythm and pace. Her breasts wobbling around on top of her chest, with her nipples pointing right at his eyes. "Erotic... so hot," he groaned as he continued sawing away at her gooey hole. She pawed her tits and pushed them toward her neck... pressing them into her chest. This sexy woman beneath him... so beautiful... the sight of her and her sexual features... struggling... resisting his urge to go off.
She whimpered his name... her love for him... her feelings for him...
"YEEP!" she cried after six minutes of steady love making from her man. She seized into a quaking mess. She tried to twist out of his grasp but, he would have none of it.
He stopped, pulled her hips over the edge of the bed, bent her knees to lean against his arms, leaned forward to place his chest against hers, and continued his sawing action. Holding her in place, folded in half, as he kissed her neck and lips.
"I love it," she gasped, as she caressed his neck and back... touching his face. She reached for and cupped his ass to feel his swiveling hips. "I love how you feel in me, Michael... Oh..." She squeaked her words with a crescendo... Giggles in the hallway.
Michael arched his back and began nibbling her nipples as he continued loving away at his woman's gooey tunnel. The sensation sent electricity directly to her clit...
"YEEP!" She rolled her eyes back and seized up into a quivering mass. Her arms around his back... pulling him into a crushing bear hug... "I... love... you... so... much...Michael." She struggled to utter her words... She squeaked his name at the end.
Her engagement ring... Receiving sunlight from the window... sending rainbows across the ceiling and opposite wall. "Oh, my," she whimpered, at the sight. "How wonder... Yeep!"
She slapped the bed next to her as she grasped fistfuls of sheets. Her eyes wide and wild... unfocused on the ceiling... Her lungs struggling for oxygen... her titties wobbling from the quivering...
Michael stood upright and admired his sexy fiancé... his cock still invading her aromatic puss... his assault at a pause. He heard more voices outside the door and a soft giggle.
Amy gasped a long breath of oxygen. "Hold me, Michael," came her shaky and weak plea.
He withdrew, tossed his condom away, and crawled into bed next to his engaged lover. He on his right side... he pulled her onto her side to face him. He caressed her cheek and curly hair near her face. He kissed her forehead and neck... he ran a finger across her shoulder and collarbone... He whispered...
"I love you, Amy Masters."
*****
The lovers made love again.
This time, Amy lying face down and Michael on top... his knees outside her hips... One hand on her hip and another on her shoulder... long stroking her still needy puss... until he came. She sucked and licked him clean, then made out with him while lying on top of her lover... pressing and rubbing her sensitive pearl against his flaccid dick. He loved kissing her full, feminine lips.
The mumbles continued from outside the door.
They dressed. Amy straightened her hair... Touched up her makeup and lipstick.
"We better go," she whispered, not letting on to the girls outside the door. He nodded.
She gathered her purse and took his hand. She opened the door to find no one there. She stepped into the hallway and found five women down the hall on the right... staring with surprised expressions on their faces. When Michael stepped out... an eerie silence... then, unified gasps from the women.
"Oh my God... Look at him," came a softened whisper from down the hall.
"Hi, girls!" Amy called to them with her cheerful smile. "Ya'll haven't met Michael yet, have you?"
Unified shaking of five heads. Amy tugged on her man to follow her toward the women... her heels clicking the floor as she neared her friends.
"Girls, this is Michael. The man I've been telling you about for months now. We're engaged!" she yelped, as she shook her left hand at them.
"Engaged?" Melanie asked in surprise, as she took Amy's hand. "So soon?
