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When he captured her right nipple between his lips, Ayla moaned and warned him that he’d be in trouble if he didn’t stop.
“Promise?” Mick asked, leaning across Ayla’s body to give her stiff left nipple a kiss.
Ayla reached down and for the first time took hold of Mick Merryweather’s cock. Thick and heavy, she squeezed and pulled on it as it swelled back to life.
She wrapped both hands around it, marveling at how soft the skin felt, yet how rock solidly hard it was. It had power. Heft.
Ayla craved it back inside her, but more than that, her heart sought the same satisfaction. She had to know.
“Can we… do you think you’d want to be in Preston’s life?” Ayla asked between kisses. She knew this was an awkward moment to mention it.
“I’d be honored to,” he replied. “I was Royal Air Force, Ayla. My life became dedicated to a code of loyalty and duty. It’s my duty to be Preston’s father. To help raise him to be the best man he can be. But more than that, more than just my duty, the flood of emotion that filled my soul when you told me about him… I can’t wait to hear him call me Dad. To honor my own father by trying, almost certainly failing, but trying like hell to be half the man he was.”
Ayla rolled over on top of Mick and guided his cock back inside her. She rode it slowly, making love to him deep into the night.
It was only minutes before she
was to arrive at work that she realized she hadn’t yet called in sick.
She told Randy she’d had car trouble driving back from California, and that she didn’t get home until late. He granted her the day off, and she spent the extra time tangled up in bed naked with Mick, a happy smile spread across her very satisfied face.
Chapter 16
Despite every ounce and inch of her body arguing to the contrary, Ayla forced herself out of bed and into the shower early the next morning, leaving a sleeping Mick where he lay. She couldn’t count on Teri being as understanding as Randy had been, and she knew she needed to make it to work at the call center.
Before she slipped away, she stared at Mick, the sheet diagonally concealing the right side of his chest, but leaving the other side bare to his waist. Even in repose, he appeared to be flexing. She briefly considered trying to get him hard again for round three, but she exercised her better judgement and decided she ought to do her best to maintain her primary source of income.
The shower was marvelous; nozzles on three walls and from the ceiling. Blisteringly hot water massaged all her aching muscles, and although the only product Mick had inside was a man’s body wash, it smelled just like him, so she didn’t mind terribly much.
When she emerged into a bathroom filled with blinding, billowing steam, she searched for a towel for a moment where she recalled seeing them hanging. Mick had already pulled it down, however, and he wrapped her up in fluffy comfort, lifting her off her feet and carrying her back to his bed.
“I need breakfast. I’m positively famished,” he announced, before diving back into her cleft, coaxing two orgasms from her exhausted body with his mouth before finally relenting.
“As much as I’d love for you to do that all day, I sadly have to go to work,” Ayla explained. “In which case I have to go home and change clothes. I’m already going to be pushing it to make it on time.”
“When can I see you again, Ayla? I have to call my mum later this morning to convince her to use the plane ticket I bought for her, but assuming I can get her here, I’d love for her to see Preston, if not meet him. What do you think? Is it too soon?”
“For him to have a grandma, out of the blue, yeah, maybe too soon. I haven’t figured out how to explain to him that you’re his dad.” Ayla sensed disappointment in Mick, and the last thing she wanted was to give him reason to reconsider wanting to get involved with Preston. Or with her. “But I’m dying to! We can all get together, maybe to eat or something?”
“Splendid,” Mick agreed. “Let me put on some clothes and I’ll run you home to get ready for work. If you really feel adamant about it.”
Ayla had rolled over onto her stomach on the bed, and Mick had been sitting at the foot. When he rose, she marveled at his body, seeing it in daylight for the first time. His cock swung freely, resting on the balls she’d emptied twice, just hours ago.
“Mick. Come here a moment,” Ayla requested, as she scooted to the edge of the bed.
He returned to her, shamelessly naked, and she studied him. She traced the scar on his thigh with her finger, and when she reached the inside, his semi-rigid cock pulsed.
She smiled up at him, dropped down, and took him in her mouth.
Mick groaned. The visual of Ayla’s beautiful face looking up at him, mouth filled with his manhood, was extraordinary.
She sucked him slowly, feeling him lengthen and harden on her tongue. When he reached full attention, she bobbed wildly, swirling her tongue everywhere it could reach. Mick struggled to maintain his balance, feeling his body responding to Ayla’s mouth.
Ayla could taste herself all over his wide cock, and the flavor made her wild with lust.
Just when Mick felt moments away from release, Ayla stopped, looking up at him with a wicked grin. “I like the idea of you being desperate all day. Thinking about this moment.”
“Ayla, I’ve been desperate for years.” He placed his hands beneath her arms and lifted her, kissing her deeply. “I lost you once. I’ll never let it happen again.”
