Chapter 128

Michael shrugged, glancing at Isabella. "Isabella, if Amelia didn't spill the beans about their relationship, do you really think Benjamin would clue me in?"

Isabella blinked, a bit taken aback. "Guys and girls think differently. I figured Benjamin would have told you."

Michael wrapped an arm around Isabella's neck and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Even though Benjamin and I are tight, people usually keep their messy family stuff to themselves. They think they can handle it solo and don't feel comfy sharing it with friends."

Isabella mulled it over, nodding in agreement, and let out a helpless sigh.

"Tell Benjamin, if he's involved and he hurts Amelia, I'll castrate him!" Isabella snapped.

Michael's mouth twitched. Amelia and Isabella were really close, which made the usually gentle Isabella speak up so fiercely for her.

"I'll pass on your message, but first, we should handle our own business." Michael's lips curled into a suggestive grin.

Isabella immediately caught on to what Michael meant. Blushing, she glared at him and whispered, "I just got a new job and became a leader at the company. We do need to celebrate."

Michael felt a rush of heat inside. If it weren't for the fact that their car was still in the parking lot with people around, he would have celebrated with Isabella right there.

Michael endured the growing heat in his body, pushing the car's speed to the limit. The black car sped down the street like lightning, cutting the usual half-hour drive home to just 18 minutes.

When Michael and Isabella entered the villa, Michael immediately locked the door, and they embraced and kissed passionately.

"Isabella, I could barely hold back in the car," Michael panted, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked at Isabella.

Isabella's eyes were equally intense, her heart racing. Her skin flushed with a light pink hue from the surge of desire.

"Then don't wait any longer. Let's start now." Isabella cupped Michael's head and kissed him passionately again.

As they kissed, their hands instinctively roamed over each other's bodies.

While they were kissing in the living room, Michael's hand slid down Isabella's back, slipping under her shirt to find the clasp of her bra. With a gentle tug, he unhooked it.

Isabella's breasts, freed from their confinement, were finally liberated. The bra fell to the floor and was kicked aside by Isabella.

Isabella, while kissing, also caressed Michael's firm chest. Her fingers traced over his chest muscles through his shirt, sending a faint shiver through him.

Then Isabella unbuttoned Michael's shirt and took it off.

Michael felt Isabella's soft hands on his chest, her gentle, slender fingers making his body temperature rise.

Michael's hands roamed over Isabella's chest, his fingers kneading and caressing her breasts. Under his touch, her full breasts changed shape like water-filled balloons.

Her nipples began to harden and erect under the stimulation. Each time Michael squeezed, he could feel the subtle firmness of her nipples brushing against his palms.

Isabella's desire surged with each touch, eliciting a soft moan.

Their lower bodies pressed tightly together, and Isabella could feel a firm bulge pressing against the front of her skirt-Michael's arousal was evident.

Isabella's hand stroked Michael's penis through his pants, feeling like she was touching a thick, hidden rod.

Isabella's actions made Michael lose control. Like a beast driven by lust, he lifted Isabella and placed her on the sofa.

With a swift movement, Michael lifted her skirt and removed her panties.

Isabella's round, full buttocks were raised high, her hands supporting her on the sofa, her position reminiscent of a submissive animal seeking affection.

Michael quickly removed his pants, exposing his penis. He leaned over Isabella from behind, kissing her, his tongue tracing along her earlobe and neck.

Both of them were breathing heavily, a sign of their rising arousal.

"Isabella, time for a real celebration," Michael said, his eyes burning with desire. He kneaded her buttocks firmly, then positioned himself, rubbing his penis between her buttocks.

The friction between his hot penis and her labia and anus intensified their arousal. Isabella's body responded instinctively; her originally pink labia began to darken and swell.

As the friction intensified, a sticky fluid seeped from Isabella's labia, coating Michael's penis.

Feeling the lubrication, Michael knew Isabella's body was ready.

"Isabella, I'm going in," Michael whispered, gently nibbling her earlobe before kissing her deeply again. With one hand, he guided himself to her entrance.

With a moan from Isabella, Michael pushed inside, her body yielding to him as he entered her.

The friction between his penis and her vagina drew out Isabella's moans. Her breasts bounced with each thrust as Michael's hips met her backside rhythmically.

The sofa, designed for sitting rather than such vigorous activity, creaked loudly under their movements, almost as if it were echoing their passion.

Michael's hands gripped Isabella's waist as he thrust deeply. In the privacy of the villa, they didn't hold back, Isabella's cries filling the room without fear of being overheard.

Their celebration lasted a full two hours.