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seducing you?”
    Layla slid her fingers down his loose jeans to stroke him, and he groaned. “Mmmm,” she teased, enjoying the power she wielded over him, praying he wanted this aggression from her. “Nice— more than nice. Spectacular. Actually, the most spectacular pair of jeans I’ve ever seen. Versace?”
    “You’re evil.”
    Kevin tore at her dress, ripping the fabric off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Her hard nipples protruded, begging for his touch, his mouth.
    Layla backed away and stepped out of the torn dress, standing only in heels and a black thong.
     
    ***
     
    “Bloody hell, someone help me.” Kevin shook his head in wonder at the sight of her. Layla coyly ran her hand along her stomach and began teasing herself, pinching her nipples and moaning, arching her back, shuddering as she did. Kevin reached into his jeans in hopes of easing his fierce ache. Layla’s eyes widened at his gesture and tilted her head sideways, looking coy again.
    “Hmmm?” Kevin touched himself, uncertain of what the next move should be as he saw the rush of lust sweep across her face. “Oh, yeah. Drop them.”
    Kevin groaned and stepped out of his jeans and underwear in one motion. He stood naked in all his glory, his groin throbbing, screaming for this beautiful woman, her beautiful lips. He looked at her from beneath his lashes and began torturing himself for her pleasure. As his slow light strokes became too much, he pulled at his huge shaft and tip, making circles with his hand, groaning with need, knees shaking.
    “Bloody hell, Layla, how much longer?”
    “Oh, an hour or so might be nice,” she panted, her soft sighs in unison with his as she pushed her fingers into her wetness. Layla stared in wonder at him. “My God, boss, you’re amazing.” She put her fingers to her lips, licking them provocatively. “So, Irish, remember the script?”
    “God help me, come here.”
    “I think you expressed an interest in oral service? Is that true? Or was that written for you?”
    “I…I wrote it.”
    Layla smiled and shoved him against the wall. She kissed his mouth and worked her way down his torso, finally falling to her knees.
    “Tell me how you like it, Irish. Slow or fast? Hard or soft?” Layla cupped his balls with one hand. As she lightly stroked the wet tip of his cock with her thumb, he cried out, pulling her head in close. The heat of her hand raced through his entire body. He cried out again when he felt those lips on his cock. “Oh my God, oh my God, your fucking mouth, Layla, oh my God…”
    Layla sucked and rubbed her lips along the length of him. He gasped again as she lightly caressed his ass, gently sliding a finger into his opening, twisting slightly and pushing tentatively.
    Oh my God, yes .
    Never, ever had he felt this way—this hard, this ready. “Stop. I’ll come like this.”
    “Mmmm,” she purred with obvious satisfaction. Kevin looked down to watch her.
    As she stroked harder, he cried out her name and shuddered in his final ecstasy, holding her head hard against him as he spilled out for what seemed an eternity. He finally fell to his knees and opened his eyes, looking directly into hers.
    “Oh my God, Layla. Oh my God…”
    A smile lit her face.
    He wiped away a bit of cum on her cheek before bringing his mouth down onto hers, tasting his own spicy sweetness on her lips.
    “Not fired yet?”
    He laughed. “Not yet.”
     
    ***
     
    Layla cried out as Kevin quickly brought his mouth to her breast, sucking and teasing one nipple while he twisted the other. She arched her back and bucked as he worked his mouth down her torso, licking every square inch, nibbling at her mound through her thong. She was throbbing, soaking, with hot fire coursing through her body. Kevin tore off her thong and fell onto her like a man starving. Layla cried out again as he expertly licked, sucked and rolled his tongue along her clit. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, Kevin made it better,