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But this was Mick. Her Mick. And he was demonstrating now how little any difference in wage or station in life meant to him, at least when it came to her.
Mick set Ayla down gently on his bed, and he slithered down her body, slipping her underwear down and off in one smooth motion.
Ayla lay naked before a fully clothed Mick, but for her sandals. The room was lit only by the neon glow of the Strip pouring in through the window, which she noticed for the first time.
Mick knelt at the foot of the bed and gently removed Ayla’s footwear, cradling her feet and kissing them softly.
Her body was on fire, and she couldn’t keep still. Her hips undulated on the bed, and her hands touched her stomach and slid down her pelvic lines toward the source of her need.
Mick noticed and cautioned her. “Don’t touch yourself, Ayla. Your body is all for me. Let me do everything. Be a good girl and give yourself fully to me.”
Good girl.
Fuck.
Ayla’s core temperature went from one thousand degrees right past a million. Her sex felt like it was boiling.
Satisfied that his mewing, whimpering prey would comply, Mick resumed kissing Ayla’s feet. He moved slowly up to her ankles, then her calves, touching her body with only his lips.
He rose up between her legs to a kneeling position and reached back over his shoulder to pull his shirt off and toss it aside.
One look at Mick’s shoulders was almost enough to send Ayla tumbling over the edge.
He bent back down, kissing Ayla’s knees, his hands beginning to roam, fingertips on her sides, making her squirm even harder.
She could feel by the way he was moving that he must be removing his pants, and she lifted her head from the sheets in an effort to see the weapon he’d so expertly wielded when they’d first met.
All she saw, however, was his dark eyes, meeting hers as his face dipped down between her legs.
He kissed all around her opening, deliberately avoiding her clit.
“Please,” Ayla hoarsely begged. “Kiss me there. Please.”
“Where, Ayla?” Mick asked, feigning innocent ignorance of her desire. “Just tell me and I’ll kiss you anywhere you want.”
“My pussy. My clit please make me come. I’ll do anything to come. Let me come for you, Mick. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for six years.”
Mick’s hands found the backs of Ayla’s thighs and lifted them up and apart, lewdly exposing everything.
He stared in reverential awe at the source of Ayla’s femininity, the altar of her womanhood.
He kissed around and around, moving lower, his lips brushing against that almost painfully-sensitive spot between her sex and her… Ayla clutched at the sheets, balling them in her fists.
Mick had never been harder.
The scent of Ayla’s arousal was overpowering. It went straight to his manhood, making it swell and throb each time he inhaled.
She was babbling, moaning, her mind melting as her temperature continued to climb. Surely, she’d burst into flames soon.
Mick intended to go down on Ayla, to worship her pussy with his mouth, for as long as she could stand it. But his cock seized control of his body, and before he realized what was happening, he had mounted Ayla.
The head of his cock split her open, leading the assault on her born-again virginity.
She’d been with no men since Mick, and part of her feared how she’d accommodate him.
As wet as she was, Mick expected to enter her easily, but he encountered resistance despite the lubrication.
He withdrew and went again, probing, searching for entrance.
