The Lady in His Life

The hustle and bustle of Manhattan was practically white noise to you as you had lived there for over a decade at this point. The honking cars, screeching tires and insane ramblings of homeless people on the street didn’t faze you. Every so often you would have a head turn in your direction as you gracefully weaved through the population but you paid them no mind.

A floral baby blue skirt swished around your calves while your white kitten heels avoided cracks in the sidewalks. Your diamond belly button piercing peaked out the skirt, sandwiched between a white spaghetti strap crop top.

In one hand held a stylish cream colored Liz Claiborne leather wallet and the other gripped a large paper sack with the lunch your husband requested. After Pilates, you went home and made yourself pretty then picked up turkey clubs and wings from Nick’s favorite restaurant. Luckily, it wasn’t that far of a walk from the restaurant to Epic Records, plus you enjoyed the October breeze.

You smiled at the front desk attendant, letting her know who you were there to see even though the young intern had seen you plenty of times. With being married to Nick for five years though with him for eight, most of the staff at the label were more than familiar with your presence. You were graced with several pleasant greetings and friendly hugs as you made your way up to his floor. You could find his designated studio in your sleep. Sniffing your wrist one last time to see if you could still smell your Giorgio perfume, you ran your tongue over your teeth to remove any residual lipstick before pushing the door ajar.

The smile that you’d initially intended for your darling husband dropped when you saw who was sitting at the mixing console. Somehow your blood ran hot and cold simultaneously. You cursed inwardly because of fucking course he would be here.

Michael slowly swiveled the chair around as if anticipating your arrival which irritated you to no end. You couldn’t help the heavy sigh that was released seeing that fuck ass smile of his at the sight of you. The accompanied giddy swirl in your chest was involuntary.

“Hey girl.” He rubbed his bottom lip and leaned back in the chair while eyeing you from head to toe, as he always did.

“Hello, Michael,” you reply dryly. “Where is my husband? I have his lunch.” You settled into the leather couch in the back of the studio.

His brown eyes flashed in delight at your emphasis of the word ‘husband’.

“Well, your husband got pulled away into a meeting about five minutes ago. You just missed him. Who knows how long those boring meeting go on for. He told me to keep an… eye out for his beautiful wife.” He turned facing you with his legs spread.

It killed you to admit it but he looked good. Shit, better than good. You hadn’t seen him in nearly two months since he was in Europe for one thing or another. His skin glowed and he looked healthy. The way his jaw when he talked was hypnotic. Your eyes hungrily drank him in.

“You look good, baby.” His voice interrupted your musing and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Oh please,” you scoffed, sitting the food bag on the side table and stood. If you rolled your eyes any harder they would fall out of your head. “Tell Nicky I dropped his food off. I’m not entertaining this today. Goodbye, Michael.”

“Oh absolutely not.”

You weren’t given the grace to take even half a step in the direction of the door before that bastard of a man snatched you by the forearm and tugged you unceremoniously into his lap. Fuming as you sat sideways on his strong thighs, you shrieked in frustration.

“Michael! Let me go!” You struggled in his strong hold.

“I don’t know where you think you going, pretty girl. I haven’t seen you in two months and you think you about to hop, skip and jump on up outta here like that? You real funny.” He whispered against your cheek and you fought a shiver feeling his breath brush your ear.

Michael was stronger than he looked. You attempted to get out of his grasp for another minute and a half before the fight left your body. You weren’t new to this, you knew he wouldn’t let you go. Your face heated up thinking about his possessiveness over you and how it made you feel. Though, of course, you’d never say it aloud.

“Why am I in your lap?” You sighed with your face in your hands.

“Because that’s where you belong. I thought you knew that,” he said casually as if talking about the weather.

You groaned in exasperation. Oh, how you found him insufferable.

“What if somebody walks in? Somebody like Nick? I don’t need to tell you how bad that would be… for both of us, but mainly me.”

“I love how concerned you are for me.”

“It’s almost as if you didn’t hear a damn thing I said.”

“Girl, you know I can’t concentrate with you on my lap like this.”

“So fucking let me go, Mike, what the fuck? Are you good up here?” You sarcastically poked his temple and wiggled again trying to release yourself.

He laughed and held you tighter. “Baby, I’m just playing with you. Don’t worry. No one is walking in here. I made sure of it.”

You twisted your torso to stare at him suspiciously. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

One of his hands squeezed your thigh and his eyes flickered to your lips. The sly smile on his face made your heart skip a beat.

“It means that after he told me you were coming, I made sure Nick would be in a meeting for at least two hours so we would be undisturbed. Perks of being me.”

“I wish you knew how much I couldn’t stand you.” Another sigh.

“Good thing you’re sitting then.” You’d never wanted to punch somebody in the face as badly as you do now. Unfortunately, his face is part of the merchandise and you’d probably get the book thrown at you in court.

You bit your lip, swallowing the scathing retort you were desperate to spit at him. Sadly, he’d probably like that.

“I did plan to have my wicked way with you but I actually think I want to do something different. You know how much I missed you, princess? Did you miss me?”

“No.” A lie and he knew it. The stiffness of your body confirmed it. “Michael!”

The sting came through your thin skirt when he slapped your outer thigh. “What I tell you bout lying to me?”

Still raging on the inside, you couldn’t control the slow leak of your center. There was too much stimulating you — the feel of his strong thighs under your ass, the hardness of his body, that cologne of his you were obsessed with, and the lasting heat of that sting on your thigh. Fuck, you did miss him however you refused to ease up and melt into him fully to deny him the satisfaction.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me the truth because I already know. But enough about that. I wanna play you something.”

“Oh God, I have to be subjected to that too?” You moaned petulantly.

“You keep playing with me, girl, and I’ma show you what’s up. Watch it. Stop being a brat and just listen.” He pressed some buttons before some ominous intro played through the speaker then the beat dropped.

The way she came into the place

I knew right then and there

There was something different about this girl

The way she moved

Her hair, her face, her lines

Divinity in motion

The way your body reacted to Michael’s voice had to be some sort of Pavlovian response. You found it terribly irritating. You squeezed your thighs and swallowed. His eyes stayed on the side of your face, eating up every single tiny reaction.

Every head turned feeling passion and lust

The girl was persuasive

The girl I could not trust

The girl was bad

The girl was dangerous

The nerves in your face twitched as you fought to keep your face neutral. Directly contradicting how you felt internally. Who the hell did this guy think he was? You loathed that he knew what kind of effect he had on you.

Michael was writing songs about you and the world would never know who they were referencing. Despite the circumstances of your involvement with him, you found this knowledge so thrilling.

At some point during the song you had relaxed against him, with his hands rubbing gentle circles into your skin. You tapped your fingers to the beat because admittedly it was a stellar song.

“So, what did you think?” He nuzzled the side of your neck.

“I hated it.”

He popped your thigh again and nipped at your skin with his teeth. You tongued the side of your cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

“Fine! It was good. Really good.”

“M’Glad you think so. S’bout you, baby.”

“And water is wet. Tell me something I don’t know, Mike.”

“Girl, you have developed a real smart ass mouth in the time that I’ve been gone. It’s gone get you in trouble one day.”

“I’m sitting in trouble’s lap right now. I’d say I’m already there. And really, ‘With the eyes of desire I felt trapped into her web of sin’?” You mimicked his deep voice, unamused at his choice of words.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I was gone for you the second I laid eyes on you, it’s true.” He began to lay deep kisses along your exposed shoulder and neck, while also inhaling your perfume.

“I’d say if anyone was trapped,” you gasped when he took your earlobe in his mouth. “It was most definitely me.” You shivered and your words staggered. You felt him harden underneath you and your hips subtly rolled on their on accord.

“Oh but my girl, you are dangerous. Danger personified if you will. You are no damn good for me.” His fingers squeezed the flesh at your hip and dipped underneath your shirt, sweeping the underside of your breasts. “I can’t help myself around you. I don’t know what I’d do with myself without you and your sweet kisses.”

Your lips fell open in a gasp, and you twisted in his lap to hold the side of his head, assisting his assault of your skin. All logic and reason failed you when he was near.

“Kiss me, Michael.” He had you straddling his lap in an instant and claimed your soft lips.

Electricity burst behind your eyes as you melted into his hard body. You had missed him so much but you would never give him the satisfaction of hearing you admit that. He attacked your lips with a fervor that could only be explained by his desire for you being amplified due to the time apart.

Michael’s hand seized the back of your neck, deepening the kiss with his tongue tangling with yours. You moaned, feeling his tongue swiping your molars. It felt like he was trying to desperately consume you as if he were starving. It left you lightheaded.

He stood with you in his arms, then laid you down on the leather couch, never disconnecting your faces. The tension between you two exploding as you hastily untucked his shirt from his slacks. He posted himself between your thighs while rolling the straps of your shirt down your shoulders, popping your breasts free.

He rolled his hips against your core as he captured one of your peaked brown nipples in his mouth. You cried out feeling warmth and wetness engulfing your tit. Groaning, you met his clothed thrusts while sliding your hands up and down the smooth skin of his torso.

“Mike, please don’t stop,” you whimpered.

“That’s never something you gotta worry about, princess.” He blew against your damp nipple and you shivered. “I need to taste you so bad. It’s been too damn long.”

He pulled back to look you in the eyes before sinking to his knees and pulling you to the edge of the couch. He licked his lips, grinning like the devil and lifted your legs to his shoulders. Pushing your floral skirt up, he drank in the sight of your panties sticking to your wet cunt. You thought you heard him whine like a needy dog.

You dropped your head back, feeling his breath ghost over you. Michael french kissed your cotton-clad sex, savoring the juices through the fabric.

“Oh God, I missed this pretty little thing.” He pushed your panties to the side and invaded your pussy. One second he was spitting on your sopping heat and the next the flat of his tongue licked up your slit. That pink tongue of his circled your clit so scandalously then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard.

“I bet she missed me too.”

“Look at you, clenching around nothing.”

“You so wet, baby, I might just drown down here.”

Your vision blurred hearing him dirty talk. You were so aroused, you knew it wasn’t going to be long before your whole body shattered.

His long thick fingers probed your folds as you tried to catch your breath. Your slick ran over his digits while he feasted on your hardened nub. With two fingers, he pumped into you at a maddening pace. Pathetic whimpers rose in your throat. You hadn’t been this wet since the last time he fucked you.

You loved how his fingers filled you, much different from your husband or anybody you ever hooked up with before meeting Michael. However, you craved something thicker that would leave you shaking and out of your mind.

“Please, Mike…”

“You beg for me so sweetly. And yet you acted like you didn’t miss me. That wasn’t very nice of you, baby.” Suddenly, his fingers were no longer in you and three firm slaps came down on your clit and you cried out. You arched your back and grabbed your tits, playing with your nipples.

“M’ sorry, Mike. Missed you so so bad,” you rambled.

“You missed me or this dick?” He replaced his fingers with his tongue, fucking you with it as his nose nuzzled your bundle of nerves. You felt like you could combust.

“You, baby, always.” Words flowed out of you before you could filter them.

His hands gripped your thighs tighter when you squeezed his head and practically rode his face. His lidded eyes stared up at you, reveling in the ecstasy crashing over you.

He hummed into your pussy sending vibrations that vaulted you over the cliff. He never stopped consuming you as you rode out your release. You thought he might want to smother himself in your core.

Michael leaned back then lurched forward and stole your lips in another intense kiss. You focused on his tongue, basking in the taste of yourself. You felt filthy but everything was moving so fast, nothing could stop the train once it started. The sounds of your lips smacking and teeth clashing bounced off the walls of the studio.

The only thing that cut through your dizzy brain was the echo of foot steps and loud laughter outside the door. Your whole body seized up and your breath hitched.

“Shit!”

You pushed Michael away in a panic and scrambled to cover yourself back up. In your quickness, you caught sight of Michael’s shiny lips and chin and your stomach rolled. He sat back on his legs looking disheveled and in a daze.

The familiar sound of your husband’s booming laugh near the room made you nauseous. Your hands shook as you tried to right yourself on shaky legs.

“Michael, get up!” You pleaded. He stared up at you with a smirk curling at the side of his mouth. Your stomach dropped even further because you knew he could hear Nick too.

“Please don’t do this. Please.” Your throat tightened as your eyes stung.

Your heart felt like it was about to fall out of your ass. This couldn’t be happening. You weren’t ready. He wouldn’t do this you — he couldn’t.

“Tell me you love me.” He cocked his head to the side menacingly. “Like you mean it, baby.”

“Michael, don’t do this!” You hissed through clenched teeth.

“All this shit could be over today and I wouldn’t give a single solitary fuck,” he scoffed, shaking his head and smiling.

You flinched knowing he meant it too. Though he may lie to the public often, he never did with you and the fact that you knew he was telling the whole hearted truth scared you shitless.

You opened your mouth and nearly choked on your own spit. You began to feel faint. He watched you struggle like it was nothing. You dug your nails into your palms, hoping maybe you could break the skin and slide your focus elsewhere.

“You know I love you.”

The whisper came out so faint you yourself almost didn’t hear it.

It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds that Michael deliberately stayed in place but time felt like it moved differently in this moment. Footsteps and conversations drew closer and you would’ve sworn you could feel the makings of a heart attack.

In the blink of an eye, he was composed and back sitting in the chair at the console. Your head spun at the change. Your legs trembled and you sank into the couch just as the studio door opened.

You released a shaky breath seeing Nick stroll in. You glanced at Michael briefly, seeing him licking his finger unabashedly and your lungs seized.

“There’s my girl!” Nick scooped you into a tight embrace and kissed you with a familiarity that came with being together for eight years. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Thank you, baby,” your voice wobbled.

“You not wearing that gloss I like. The one that makes your lips look extra delicious,” he purred lowly and you scrambled for an immediate response.

“Oh, damn, I must’ve rubbed it off at some point. Didn’t even notice til you said something.” You grabbed your shimmery lip gloss out of your wallet. “I brought your food though!”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. You always taking good care of me. Sorry I wasn’t here when you got here. Did Mike keep you entertained at least?”

“S’what he does best.” You swallowed deeply, fighting the urge to collapse. “He let me hear some of the songs from the new album.”

“It’s fucking dope ain’t it? Album releases next month and I know it’s gonna go crazy.” Nick fished out his food and nodded along.

You rubbed your arms to self sooth, the shame clawing at your nerves with both your lover and your husband in the room.

“Dog, what’s that on your face?” You stopped breathing when Nick addressed the state of Michael’s face.

Without missing a beat, Michael wiped his chin and giggled in that way that made him seem inculpable to the untrained eye.

“I can’t even lie, brotha, I ate some of your food. Guess I got a little messy about it.” He shrugged his shoulders and licked his lips, grinning. You were horrified. ‘Food’ being his best friend’s wife’s pussy in this scenario.

“Black folk, I swear,” Nick sucked his teeth then laughed with Michael and you joined in, albeit more subdued. Still reeling from the whole ordeal.

You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You had to get out of there before you combusted from the guilt alone.

Clearing your throat, you inched closer to the door, watching them go back and forth like friends did.

“You outta here, girl? Sure you don’t want to stay?” Michael called out as your hand hovered over the door handle. Without turning around, you could hear the amusement in his tone.

“Y-yeah I have some phone calls to make so I’ll leave you boys to your work. Don’t need me in here being a distraction,” you chuckled weakly.

Nick pouted, “Oh ok, sweetness. Well don’t leave without giving me my kiss then.”

Your legs ate up the space between you and the men. If you had been lighter in shade, you wouldn’t be able to hide the warmth spreading over your cheeks as you leaned to kiss your man. He attempted to deepen it when you pulled back. He bit his bottom lip, eyeing your form brazenly. You turned and squeaked feeling a tingle on your backside, immediately knowing Nick slapped your ass.

“Nicky!” You swatted his shoulder, embarrassed.

“What, baby? You look so fucking good I can’t help myself. Mm, can’t wait til I get home later.”

“Behave…” Your eyes ran to Michael sharply and the look on his face made you want to evaporate from the building. He was not amused, not even in the slightest.

“Oh I’ll show you how well I can behave at home. Go on before I act a fool in front of Mike.” He winked at you.

Flustered, you exhaled and went for the door again. You felt those big brown eyes glaring at the back of your neck. It was almost as if being controlled by a puppeteer that you turned around and said goodbye to your lover. As you left Epic Records, you could still feel him between your legs, consuming every inch of your core without restraint.

The second both of your feet stepped inside the condo you shared with your husband, you were able to collapse right there by the front door. A sob bubbled in your throat then shockingly a laugh at how close things were to being blown up. Everything almost went to shit and yet, luck was still on your side.

For now, you surmised. Just for now.

Blood pounded in your ears. Everything was in flames, that much was obvious. You knew it would happen eventually but this… you never imagined this.

That night when Nick came home you had the condo smelling like the south with the meal you prepared. He loved your cooking and he could put away some food so you had the bright idea to throw down in the kitchen. Only a small part of your brain reminded you that this was done out of regret but you vehemently ignored it.

His favorite meal being mac and cheese, collard greens, chuck roast and sweet potato pie. That ‘itis’ would hit him like a brick wall.

You had hoped that once he came home and took in the spread you so carefully prepared that he would forget about his taste for you like he had mentioned earlier. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Shit, you’re so tight. Goddamn, you fit me like a fucking glove, every single time.” He had you bent over the red upholstered armchair on your toes.

His length was in you as far as it could go though you struggled to breathe from the sheer velocity that which he thrusted into you. The slight curve of him brutally scraped your walls and had you a bumbling mess. He wasn’t small by any means and he could fuck like nobody’s business. It was one of the reasons you dated him in the first place.

His hips slammed into you and you tried to push back against him. You pressed your face into the seat, muffling your moans.

“Aht aht, turn that head. I need to hear you.”

His strokes were harsh and deep, with his balls slapping your clit. You could feel your walls convulsing around him and your vision began closing in around the edges.

Your calves burned and your thighs were sticky with your cream. He never stopped his beating of your pussy. You were losing it and felt ready to burst. All coherent thought abandoned you as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure zipping up your spine.

“Yes, Michael, just like that, baby.”

Time ceased to exist. In the worst way possible.

It wasn’t until you felt empty that your brain caught up with your mouth. There you were bent over, naked, and shivering after just moaning your lovers name while being fucked by your husband. The temperature in the room seemed to drop and there was a numbness that enveloped you.

“The fuck did you just say?” The calmness in his voice rattled you more than anything. The measured breaths made you tense.

Overcome with dry mouth, you couldn’t even swallow to sooth yourself. You squeezed your wet eyes shut.

“Oh God,” you whispered, turning yourself over to sit on the arm of the chair. Your nudity was the least of your concerns presently.

“Baby—“

“No! Don’t you fucking dare ‘baby’ me right now. What the actual fuck did you just say?”

You flinched again, every word felt like a shot to the chest. “I didn’t—“

“Didn’t what? Say another man’s name while I was in you?” He took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief.

“This wasn’t… isn’t… how I wanted you to find out, Nick…”

“No fucking way am I hearing this shit right now.” He rubbed his face and let out an empty laugh. Nick was normally pretty uncensored but everything was amped up to a thousand right now. He turned facing the wall, giving you just the view of his chestnut back, firm ass and thighs.

“How long?… How long have you fucking another man behind my back?”

You hesitated to say, knowing how atrocious it would look. You knew he deserved the truth though.

“Six years.”

“Oh you dirty bitch — we’ve been married for five!” Shocked couldn’t even begin to describe his reaction. “Who is this Michael? Michael who?”

You ground your teeth, shaking your head. This was the hardest conversation you’d ever had.

“Jackson…” Your reply was nearly inaudible. Nick jumped back like you threw a brick at him.

“Now I know good and damn fucking well you ain’t just say Michael Jackson. Surely I’m hearing things. Surely you ain’t just say my best friend.”

Silence was your answer.

“This nigga…” Nick chuckled in bewilderment. “This nigga was the best man at our wedding, whole time he was fucking my girl.”

You thought you might’ve broken him.

“Call him.”

“W-what?”

“Call. Him. Right now. And I’m not playing with your ass.”

“Nicky, I— We don’t need to do this.”

“Baby girl, don’t make me say it again. You in the hot seat right now and you really have no choice. Fucking call him or I’m gonna leave and find his ass myself.”

The look in his eyes told you he was dead serious. As serious as a stroke. You didn’t want to test him. This was the bed you made.

You grabbed the phone off the coffee table and dialed Michael’s private line. The one he only used for you. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, praying that for once he didn’t answer.

You chanced glancing up through your eyelashes at Nick and swiftly averted your gaze. He stood a few feet from you with his arms crossed and legs spread. His softened member coated in your drying slick really highlighted the absurdity of this scene.

The phone rang a total of five times before Michael picked up and you cringed, cursing your luck.

“Hey there, pretty girl.”

Your head fell to your chest in defeat. It was so quiet in the condo that you couldn’t even pretend to think that Nick hadn’t heard that through the receiver.

“Michael… He knows,” you huffed and bounced your leg nervously. Your voice shook and the line went eerily silent.

“Knows what?”

“He knows…”

More silence then your stomach dropped in horror as the rumble of what only could have been deep, reckless and unburdened laughter burst through the phone. Nick snatched the phone out your hand, pressing it to his ear, though it wasn’t hard to make out what was said.

“Well, good Lord, finally. I was beginning to lose all hope he’d ever figure it out.” Michael’s laughter dissolved into minor unhinged giggles. “Guess that’s settled. Princess, I’ll have a car outside in fifteen minutes. Say your goodbyes.”

The dial tone rang out ominously. He hung up unconcerned about the explosion he surely just triggered.

Nick’s jaw hung open as you slapped your hand over your mouth. You were mortified. You couldn’t begin to imagine how this made the man before you feel. It wasn’t as if he was a bad man because that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. He was a good person who simply got screwed over… by you and his best friend. There was nothing you could say to rectify this situation.

You were fucked. Plain and simple.

You knew eventually you were going to have to face the music. This, however, was another monster entirely.

One thing though, you knew Nick would never put his hands on you. That was never a concern. Perhaps your only saving grace.

At a later date, you would look back on this and reminisce on how normal the day started then how quickly it turned to utter shit. Your heart felt like it was in your throat.

“Nick… I am so sorry,” you whispered, hands in your lap.

“Man, fuck your sorry. Get out.”

Instinctively, you pushed back. “You can’t—“

“I can and I am. Get the hell out. Your boyfriend is on his way, didn’t you hear?”

“He’s not—“

“He’s not what? Because he sure as shit isn’t the person I thought he was. I can’t believe y’all. What a fucking dumbass I must look to him. Not once did I ever suspect this. As a matter of fact, what were y’all doing in the studio this morning? And don’t lie, ain’t no point now.” He pulled his jeans up, covering his nudity. You tossed your moomoo over your head.

You bit your lip, casting your eyes downward.

Frowning, Nick scoffed, “I cannot believe this shit.” He stalked out of the room angrily and you stupidly followed him into the kitchen where the food you cooked lay cold.

“And what was this, an apology for that bullshit in the studio earlier? Let me ask you this, baby girl, who else knows? Who else is laughing at me behind my back?”

“No one, I promise. We were careful.”

“Yeah too careful I see,” he said ruefully. He sat at the table, grabbing a big scoop of mac and cheese to shovel into his mouth.

“Nick… you can’t tell anybody.” You cringed hearing the words coming out of your mouth.

“Fuck you. You can’t tell me shit anymore,” he snorted. “Don’t worry. I ain’t spilling your dirty little secret. Only just because I’m not about to have it blasted for the whole world to know I’ve been cucked by Michael fucking Jackson.”

You didn’t realize the breath you were holding as you exhaled. You shuffled your feet nervously, thinking about your next move.

“I really am sorry, Nick.” You blinked away tears.

“I don’t care. Get out. And tell that light skinned nigga to go fuck himself. I’m done with his album. Next time he see me, he better not say shit or I’m decking his ass. King of Pop, my left nut. I don’t want shit to do with you either. I don’t even wanna see your ass in court so when you see those divorce papers, sign that shit and go on about your life.”

You swallowed, unable to strings words together when there was a knock at the door. The heaviness of your body felt like you were made of stone.

“Don’t look scared now,” Nick taunted, feeding himself that chuck roast by hand.

You dragged your feet to the door solemnly. Your hand shook unhooking the latch and turning the knob.

There he was in all his glory though dressed down considerably for someone of his status. Sweats and a thin jacket with shades perched on his nose. You couldn’t stand how seeing him so casual made the organ in your chest flutter.

“You ready, mama?”

“Michael…” Your lip quivered considering all you wanted was to jump in his arms but you were trying to be respectful of your soon-to-be ex-husband.

“Don’t worry. Everything will be alright,” Michael cooed, brushing the baby hair at your temples.

“I need to get my stuff,” you sniffed pathetically.

“Princess, I will buy you all new stuff. Anything sentimental you can get later, or I’ll send my assistant to do it. Whatever works. But right now, you’re coming with me.”

You had no energy to argue. You slipped your sandals on, ignoring that you were naked underneath the moomoo. You turned around one last time thinking maybe Nick was going to watch you leave but all you heard were quieted sobs from the kitchen and you felt your heart break. Michael intertwined your fingers, leading you away from a life that had really been a farce for longer than it was a reality.

In the back of Mike’s black Cadillac limo, you curled into the far side of the backseat, staring out the window. Michael told his driver to circle the block multiple times then activated the partition. He knew emotions were high so he attempted to be gentle with you.

“C’mere here, baby.” He tapped his knee. You slowly turned your head and crawled across the seat to him.

He hauled you into his lap for the second time today. This time, however, it was entirely accepted. You circled his neck with your arms, inhaling the smell of his hair and relaxed.

“You okay?” He rubbed your back.

“I will be,” you whispered. “Thank you for coming to get me, Mikey.”

“You can always count on me.”

“Please don’t start singing ‘I’ll be there’ or I’ll jump out of this moving vehicle,” you grumbled into his neck.

This tickled him greatly. “Damn girl, you are no fun.”

“And that’s how you like me.”

“No doubt about it. Guess I love your mean ass or whatever.”

You pressed your lips together, smothering the girlish giggle that threatened to tear through you. You kissed up the side of his face until he pulled you into a searing kiss. Your lips melded together perfectly.

Looking him in the eyes, you sat back on his knees and unzipped his pants. The fiery need in his gaze emboldened you. Thankful that you were naked underneath your clothes because all you had to do was sink into him, letting him stretch you out, inch by inch. It was like coming home after an arduous journey.

“Ride me, mama.”

You sighed happily, mouth dripping in pure ecstasy. Michael’s huge hands sat on your hips, controlling your movements. You were stuffed with his dick. There was no feeling like it and you knew deep in your soul that nobody else would ever feel as good.

The tenderness of your coupling was so different from the usual, you basked in it. With his size, your thighs were already quaking from tiredness and you loved it. It was nothing for him to hit that spongy spot inside you with every thrust.

“Michael, I love you so so much. Fuck, I love you.”

There was a budding pressure in your abdomen signaling your climax was near and you whimpered. You were obsessed with the wet slapping sounds that reverberated in the limo as his big dick bullied your cervix.

One of his hands snuck between the two of you seeking your sensitive clit. It wasn’t long after that you were coming so hard that you lost consciousness. Him filling with you with his cum combined with the stress of the day and all its contents sent you over the edge.

You were beyond spent that when you opened your eyes next, you were in Michael’s luxury penthouse lying in bed. With his arm propping up his head, he watched you wake up with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I put it on you that good?”

If you had the energy for it, you would’ve rolled your eyes so you resigned yourself to staring at him blankly.

“I can’t stand you,” you managed wryly.

“Good thing you’re lying down then.”

“Ugh, what am I gonna do with you?” You wiped your hand down your face, and licked your chapped lips.

“Marry me.”

The seriousness in his voice was jarring, however the joy that sung in your veins was immeasurable. A burst of energy shot through you and you tackled him, smothering him in kisses. Despite how you two came together, if you knew that it would have lead to this right here, you wouldn’t change a thing.