I unbutton his shirt but before I can rip it off his shoulders, he forcefully pulls my hips towards the edge of the table and I fall back with excitement. I look up to take in his exposed chest before our eyes lock and he spreads my legs. I bite my bottom lip as he ducks below the table and begins to devour me. As I squeeze my thighs against his head, I can't help but let a moan escape my lips. He mumbles inaudibly, the vibrations making me wetter. I moan again and he abruptly stands. "I said. You missed dinner. Again." "Yes," I respond. "You know what that means, correct?"..