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teasing my clit lightly before dipping lower, exploring the length of my slit prior to slipping into my opening. He paused at the barrier, an unwanted artifact from my virginal life that would soon be gone, and I couldn’t wait.
    As he wiggled his tongue inside my sheath, I decided I could wait a little while longer as I moaned and arched against him, bucking my hips in urgent need as he flicked his tongue in and out of me before moving slightly higher again, this time engulfing my clitoris in his mouth and sucking firmly. The suction, coupled with the way he flicked his tongue across my clitoral hood, sent me flying apart, and I screamed out his name.
    As my orgasm crested, I was vaguely aware of Mickey shifting positions, parting my thighs wider as he settled between them, the head of his cock nestling against my opening. As he eased inside, I took a deep breath to steel myself for the pain. Slowly, his shaft breached me an inch at a time, pausing to make shallow thrusts that soon had me throttling toward another orgasm as I circled my pelvis. “Please, Mickey, just fuck me.”
    He muttered something, and I wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but I thought I heard some curse words in there. Perhaps he was cursing his own lack of control, but I reveled in it when he finally surged completely inside me. I was surprised to find very little pain. It was more of a pinching sensation that soon disappeared as he thrust in and out.
    He started slowly, but it wasn’t long before both of us were moving rapidly, driven by an uncontrollable need as we thrust against each other, his hands holding my hips in a punishing grasp as I dug my fingernails into his back. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, but I needed to hold on to something, or the pure bliss would sweep me away.
    It could have been minutes or hours that we moved together, before his cock hardened and started to twitch, the first spurt of his release shooting inside me. That triggered another climax, and I tightened around him, my thighs holding him close and my heart racing in my ears. As I came down from the orgasm, I pressed tiny kisses to his face before taking his mouth in another deep kiss as he emptied the last of his seed into me.
    Afterward, he collapsed beside me, his arm a reassuring weight across my stomach as he drew me nearer. He pressed a kiss to my brow and held me without speaking.
    I didn’t speak either, uncertain what to say. A jumble of words flashed through my mind, but none of them were compelling enough to reach my lips. The silence was peaceful, the aftermath golden, and I had no desire to shatter it by speaking or moving.
    Finally, he shifted our position enough so that our gazes locked. “Thank you, Gabriella.”
    I arched a brow. “For what?”
    “For giving me a gift I didn’t deserve, and for not throwing me in prison like I truly merit. You’re a kind and beautiful woman, and you didn’t warrant this evening.”
    I stretched like a cat, snuggling closer despite his passive resistance. “I happen to think I deserved tonight. My first time was way better than I thought it would be, and I’m curious to see how my second time will be.”
    I observed him through the slits of my mostly-closed eyelids, waiting to see his reaction to my invitation. I wasn’t lying. I wanted to do this again, many, many times, and not just to piss off Wayne. I couldn’t give a shit about my stepfather, especially at the moment. If he saw the video, I didn’t care. I preferred he didn’t, but for me, this wasn’t about revenge or lashing out at Wayne. It was simply about giving in to the desire I felt for Mickey, whose last name I didn’t even know. Hell, I might not even know his first name. With what he’d originally planned, he probably hadn’t given me his real name. I made a note to get it sometime this evening.
    After a hesitation, he kissed me on the lips. “Why don’t you have a shower while I see what I can whip up for round-two?”
    I couldn’t