miss.Thriller🥀

ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ | ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ

It’s 8am in the morning, on a Saturday afternoon. Alayla and Michael were tangled up in her fresh—well, not so fresh sheets; while Michael peppers kisses all over her back. Their sex covers their bodies and the bed they both occupied.

They didn’t know what round they were on. Truly they stopped counting after the fourth one. Them fucking more than once after their one night stand wasn’t the plan that they both thought of. Michael had to do a lot of chasing and convincing Alayla, she isn’t the one to come back to a man after she’s hit it and quit it.

Michael kept blowing up her house phone as if she owed him money. Begging and pleading to pick up and listen to what he had to say. Alayla told him what it was and what it wasn’t the first time they met, Michael thought he could take the aftermath of having sex with a woman and let that be it. But in Michael fashion, he got hooked on hitting the pussy one time.

He needed it like a drug addict needing their fix. The way her pussy gripped his dick so deliciously. How wet she’d get when he hit her G spot in that laid down position she loves so much. Time and time again, she’ll squirt when Michael would curve his finger up, hitting her spot that way. Sucking on her clit like it was a neck bone that his mama made.

He wanted to do it again and again and twice over.

The thing that really sent him over the edge was how she talked to him. It was as if she was the coach and he was the new player on the team. Teaching him how to please her, what to do and what not to do. In his best ability, he did what he was told—eventually he was rewarded with endless sweet moans from her beautiful mouth. Cussing, squeals. Squirts from her pretty pink pussy.

“Don’t you have to leave in an hour, babyboy?” Her velvety smooth voice graced his ears. A sound that he loved to hear, besides her pleads. His hand found his way to her warmth, middle finger finding her clit. Circling around it, watching her tremble in his arms.

“Worry about cumming for me, I’ll worry about where I need to be.” He said with his lips on her ear, Michael’s body now in between her legs, working his middle and index finger inside her. They both watch Michael’s fingers go in and out. “Cum for me and I’ll go. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

Alayla could only moan in response. Michael quickened up his pace, curling his fingers into a ‘come here’ motion—making her go wild.

“Fucckkk baby, just like that. Please don’t stop, please please don’t stop.” Michaels lips curl up into a smile that reads he’s satisfied with the reaction he got out of her.

“Don’t hold back, let it all out. Lemme feel you cum on my fingers, girl.” Michael takes his fingers out of Alayla and starts rubbing her clit in a fast up and down motion. Getting her juices all over herself, juices dripping out of her. “I’m gonna cum baby, I’m right there. God pleeeease don’t stop.” Alayla’s body jerks while she reaches her orgasm.

Getting up from her position, not letting herself relish in her aftermath. She’s faced with Michael’s hard dick.

He lets out a soft chuckle, “You over here ‘bout to suck me up and you're worrying ‘bout my tardiness? You so bad.” Alayla smirks, eyeing his meat like a person who hadn’t eaten a meal in 3 days.

Alayla took Michael into her mouth, watching him quiver while doing so.

She liked to take her time when having sex with Michael. His facial expressions, the way his dick twitches by doing the simplest things like kiss the tip—drove her wild. They both had things they liked within each other. She likes how it’s easy to teach Michael and he doesn’t miss the mark. He doesn’t complain when given direction and he makes sure he gets it right the first time.

Taking him out of her mouth, Alayla licks slowly from the balls up. Taking Michael’s tip in her mouth again and sucks it gently, watching Michael's jaw tense up. She brings it out with a pop and spits on it. Alayla took her left hand to stroke him slowly, teasing him because she could.

That’s her favorite thing to do. Watch him beg and plead for his nut. Begging for her to touch him, suck him, please him. She loved that frown look he'd give her whenever he wanted her to do something to him. One night he almost cried because she prolonged his nut. Another night he did cry because she wouldn’t let him stop nutting. What he asked for is exactly what he got.

Taking his dick inside her mouth, she sucked with a not so tight suction. Twirling her tongue on it, finally taking his length down her throat. Michael’s head fell back on the head board. Getting head always made him feel drunk, granted he didn’t know what that felt like—but if he had to guess what that was like, getting head had to be it.

Nodding her head up and down, wet suckling sounds echoed in the room. Slurping up his dick like it was the best thing out, and it really was. Her hand cupped his ballsack, lightly fondling them. Careful to not be too rough since they were sensitive. Michael takes his hand and runs it through her dark tresses. Grabbing a handful of wavy hair, he guides her head all the way down to the end of his shaft. Stuffing his dick inside her throat.

Hearing her voice get muffled by a mouth full of dick turns him on. The spit that accumulates from her deepthroating him is the best part. He finally lifts her head up by the hair as she gasps for air. Strings of spit followed. Michael ached to feel her lips on his as he led her to him and crashed his mouth onto hers. He starts a heated make out session. Another thing he loves to do with Alayla.

Fuck this, Michael thought. He needed to feel her pussy on him like his life depended on it. Sucking his tongue while he plays with her taut nipples, Michael asks her, “Can you ride me, baby, before I go?” How could she say no?

Alayla gracefully got on top of Michael like a skilled gymnast getting on a balance beam. Alayla angles his dick at her entrance, but first teases his tip by rubbing it on her clit. She’s still wet from her orgasm and simply because being with Michael makes her horny to the max. Her sex coats his tip as he moans out; “You keep teasing me. Why you like to tease me so much?” His face scrunched up in that pout that she likes to look—she responds by slowly letting his dick enter little by little. Making him squirm. Michael drags out a long shaky breath, knowing what’s about to come next.

Alayla starts riding Michael at a steady pace. Locking eyes, soaking each other up. Michael’s hands find their way to Alaylas hips and up to her nipples. Pulling at them softly, making them hardened. He sits up having them shift the position and takes the right one in his mouth, making Alayla sigh.

Alayla starts gaining momentum, throwing her head back at the sensation of Michael’s dick entering her pussy repeatedly. The man was blessed and he filled her up in all the right ways. It drove her crazy to the point where she wanted to cave in and have him every single day.

Leaning towards Michael, Alayla put her forehead on his, still milking this ride on his dick. Their breaths mingled together. Each huff and puff is met with her pussy slapping against him. Drawed out moans from both of their throats filled the room that smelled of sex. Alayla opted for a scooting action that rubs her clit on Michael and has him deep inside her, hitting her G spot. Michael leaves wet kisses all over her chest and neck. Desperately moaning out loud, telling her how good her pussy feels, how that she’s so tight around his dick and that this is the best pussy he’s ever had.

Michael felt his nut sneaking around the corner and Alayla knew. She slowed down her pace and watched him. Alayla took in the fact that Michael worshiped her and anything that she’d do to him. It made her confidence boost sky high to know that a man would do almost anything to get a taste or even a sniff of what was in-between her legs.

Alayla kept the slow pace going, now circling her hips, making her cream spread on Michael’s lower region. Dripping on his balls and onto the bed. Leaving a wet spot underneath them.

“You gon’ make me nut doin’ that.” Michael said, moaning. Alayla smirked, “Not when I’m in control, you aren’t. You’ll cum when I say you can cum.” She stopped riding Michael and squeezed her walls on his dick. The whining from Michael started and the begging would come soon after.

“Can you make me cum in your pussy, mama? Please?” He asked with desperation. Michael needed permission and if he came without it; it'd be hell to pay. Alayla teased Michael. She wanted him to earn every single nut that came out of his body. Michael came on demand and had to withhold it until he could.

Alayla didn’t feel that he earned his nut yet. She stopped stroking Michael with her pussy, lifted herself up and got off the bed. Michael let out a long whine, missing the warmth of her pussy walls.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ

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1.) ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛ - ʏᴜɴɢ ᴍɪᴀᴍɪ

2.) ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛ (ʙᴀʟʟᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ) - ʏᴜɴɢ ᴍɪᴀᴍɪ

3.) ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜰᴛ. ʟɪʟ ᴅᴜʀᴋ - ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ

4.) ʙɪɢ ᴏʟᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋ - ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ

ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ | ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ

Where all my bitches gettin’ money like they niggas?

Put it up in case the feds ‘come and get em’.

Got they own, don’t do it for the plot.

Bad ass bitch, make a nigga cop and block.

Mi’Asia walked into Club MaJik with huffs of irritation.

Another night of this bullshit, she thought.

She was only there for one thing, money. Like all the other girls who crowded the dressing room weekend after weekend, Mi’Asia had her eye on the prize.

The bass of Yung Miami's Spend Dat vibrated everything around the club goers. Mi’Asia bobbed and weaved through the crowd, swerving niggas that were trying to holla at her. Adding more aggravation inside her body. She hated that this was one of her resorts to pay for college, but unfortunately she felt that she had to do what she had to do.

Growing up, all Mi’Asia wanted to do was help people in any way she could. Anybody that knew her could always depend on getting real help. She knew people that knew people. Her mama always told her to be kind and befriend people that were the same. Her Big mama was also another person she took advice from, one of the women that everybody knew in the hood they resided in. If people needed clothes, a hot plate or just some words of wisdom? Big mama was there to provide that. She was the sweetest lady and a person that Mi’Asia looked up to, God rest her soul.

She made her way into the back room where the locker rooms were.

Coming up from behind her while she took the things she needed for the time at work, out her bag— was Mahogany. One of the top requested girls in the club. She smacked Mi’Asias ass and watched it jiggle. Mi’Asia whipped her head around with the same scowl she walked in with and smiled instantly when seeing who it was.

“Girl, if you don’t get on with that shit!” She hugged Mahogany with a tight embrace. Mahogany was her ace in that godforsaken place. They both stuck side by side whenever they worked together. Some men would request both of them due to the fact that they worked well with each other. Some girls didn’t like working with other girls because that meant splitting money. But with Mi’Asia and Mahogany, it was no issue. They made more than enough when they were by themselves, but when it was them two? Bands on bands.

They rocked side to side still in the hug, “Bitch hushhh! You know you missed me!” Mahogany said teasingly. Mi’Asia rolled her eyes playfully, getting out of the embrace to see what her friend had on for the night.

Mahogany was built like a brick house, when seeing her you can tell that she was highly sought after. Chocolate glazed skin that was always covered with coconut oil mixed with her favorite scent. Pretty almond shaped eyes that twinkled by the strobe lights in the club and smile so darling that any nigga that came her way was willing to spend all he had and then some.

Mi’Asia was built similar to her, just taller and wider. Being a tall girl made her stand out from the ones that weren’t her height, it was like that all her life. People would tease and joke on her about it but with the mouth like hers, they would quiet down and say whatever shit they had to say in mumbles. She used her height to her advantage, she owned it. Tall women ran in her family so there was no hiding it. Mi’Asia would walk into stores and buy the highest heel and strut her thickness with no shame.

A coworker of hers came busting in the room, “Aye, Kiki coming. So y’all hoes better be ready!”

Keisha.

The owner of the club Mi’Asia hated to work at. It wasn’t the girls that were the issue, it was that bitch. Mi’Asia didn’t understand what the secret animosity was about. Keisha would find any loop holes and alley ways to get on her everlasting nerves. She’ll happily disrupt her groove and fuck up the whole night at times. She kept wondering how the hell Keisha kept employees with her horrible ass attitude.

A bunch of groans with sprinkles of, ‘this bitch’ and ‘aw shit’s’ scattered across the room with the mixed scents of perfume and hair products. Mi’Asia wasn’t in a rush, nor did the announcement that Keisha was coming phased her. The lady was gonna nitpick and bother her either way it went.

Mi’Asia walked towards the long vanity that was placed on the wall for the girls to use, claiming her seat and placed her belongings in front of her and got to work on her hair first. Luckily, she didn’t have to do much. Mi’Asia wrapped her hair in hair rollers the night before, and now she took them out one by one, letting the silky glide of twenty four inches of Peruvian body wave brush against her skin. She lightly ran a wide-tooth comb through the loose, voluminous curls, then plugged in her hot comb. Waiting for it to heat up, she admired the stunning bleach job her hairstylist had accomplished. Once the metal was hot to her liking, she pressed through her bang, hiking it up to the perfect height. The bold money piece complemented the makeup she had done already at home.

In the middle of doing so, Keisha eventually made her way to the back. She checked every girl that was there from head to toe. Making sure it was up to her and the customers standards. One of the things that Mi’Asia could commend her on is that she made sure every girl looked the part. Everybody was there to sell a fantasy for however long they were there for. She never played about appearance, service, and definitely not her money.

Standing behind Mi’Asia, Keisha looked at her through the mirror. A permanent snarl was plastered on her face and she didn’t care who saw it. You could never tell if she was in a good or bad mood by her facial expression alone.

“Why this man comin’ up to me sayin’ you ain’t finish the dance he paid YOU for?” Keisha sneered at her, popping her thick hip out. Mi’Asia breathed in deeply, prepared for whatever else that was about to come out of her mouth. “The dance was done once he started getting handsy and disrespectful. I’on gotta take that shit, the others will. I don’t.” Mi’Asia finished her hair by spraying hair spray around her head, putting a clip on her bang to make it stay in place.

Keisha huffed and smirked, “You think you runnin’ shit? Don’t make it happen again or ya close out money mine. Hurry the fuck up and get on the floor. We got The Jacksons comin’ in ‘bout fifteen minutes. You, Mahogany and Lola in they section.” Without a hitch, Keisha left the dressing room.

With that, the girls continued to get ready. The room buzzed around Mi’Asia with excitement.

Women around her overheard the conversation, hype that the Jackson’s are coming. The men are known producers in the city, hell the whole world. Everybody worked with them and everybody wanted them. They held a demanding presence together and apart.

Mahogany came up to Mi’Asia and sat down next to her doing finishing touches to her makeup.

“We got the brothers tonight, you ready?” Mahogany looked at Mi’Asia through the shared mirror. She shrugged, “They like any other niggas, ain’t nothin’ special ‘bout ‘em. They not doin’ shit for me except filling my pockets.” She shared a knowing look and cackled with her friend, dapping her up in the process.

“That’s why I fucks witchu. Now let’s go get this money.”

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The Jackson men walked into the club like they owned the damn place. And with the amount of money they had combined, they could own it.

They were greeted like royalty, having one of the girls escort them to the section that was reserved for them.

“Man where the bitches at?!” Randy exclaimed, making his brother Marlon chuckle.

“Bruh, can you calm down? We just got here, reeelax.” Marlon said coolly, getting comfortable in his spot for the night. Randy brushed him off, “I came to have a good ass time, rub on some booty with a pair of fat ass titties in my face. They needa speed this process up, forreal.”

Marlon shook his head at his little brother, ignoring his antics. He waved down a nearby server, told her that they were ready for their liquor of choice for tonight; Don Julio. Repasado to be exact.

The server came and went, a few shots were in their system at this time.

Taking their fourth shot, the lights dimmed. Queuing that the girls were on their way to the stage in front of them.

“Aw heeeelll yeah! Let’s get this party fuckin’ STARTED!” Randy did a happy dance, Marlon laughed at his brother for the millionth time tonight but he realized someone was missing. His other brother, Michael.

“Mike told you where he at? That nigga always on his time and never on other peoples?” Marlon said, watching Randy whip out his phone; fumbling with it trying to text Michael about his whereabouts.

“He ain’t say, lemme see where he at now.”

At the nick of time, Michael came strolling through with all the time in the world. As Michael was walking to the section, Mahogany, Mi’Asia and Lola entered into the section and walked on stage.

Lola looked at the brothers, eyes like daggers moved with purpose across them. Her slim thick physique and golden brown skin captured the two brother’s attention.

“Damn she's fine as hell..” Randy said with slurred words, failing to whisper. “You gentlemen havin’ a good time?” She said with a wink, hips swaying to the beat of the music. A ‘hell yeah’ and ‘absolutely’ were said simultaneously. Michael didn’t say a word. He was too busy eyeing up Mi’Asia.

Fuck the bottles, fuck these other dancers in this club, honestly fuck the club all together. He wanted the woman that was wiping down the pole in front of him, she was also working her body to the music that casually played. Michael found a spot on the long red sofa, shades still on as if he was too cool for school. He saw the bottle chilling on ice and grabbed him a cup to pour him a shot.

Randy scoffed, “You can’t tell a nigga hey?! Ask us how we doin’? Just straight drinkin’ our shit.” Michael ignored it, just like Marlon. They knew to ignore Randy’s antics. He meant no harm but he loved to talk his shit.

Michael tore his eyes from Mi’Asia, finishing up pouring a shot into the cup like a pro. He looked past Randy and head nodded ‘sup?’ to Marlon, he did the same back. Randy looked at Michael in bewilderment.

“You gon’ make me spazz out in this club,” Randy turned to look at Marlon, “He finna make me spazz out bro.” Randy said dramatically, Marlon eyes following Lola’s movement; not worrying about anything his little brother was talking about. Michael chuckled lowly, “Wassup big head ass boy, is that better?”

Michael, the quietest one of the three was a man of a few words. Only speaking when he felt necessary, only moving when he felt compelled to. Nobody dared to question him. Even his brothers knew when to back off and let him be.

Dressed in a crimson red two piece that glittered under the lights, a red hat and 6 inch pleasers; Mahogany walks down the steps towards Randy. He licked his top lip as Mahogany began to bend over, showing him everything God gave her. The DJ scratches a song to make it melt into Megan Thee Stallions Big Ole Freak. The girls followed the rhythm to the beginning beats of the music, giving the men a show.

Michael sipped on his liquor watching Mi’Asia work the pole. He She climbed up, held onto her place and let her legs go. Making them clap together in the process. Her ass cheeks made a ripple effect by the action. All Michael could do was stare in astonishment. He’s been in a fair share of strip clubs, seen gorgeous women at every one of them. But nothing amounted to Mi’Asia.

She wore a commanding look that was fused with glamour and bold confidence. A DSquared ivory cropped tank top covered her breasts, pasties underneath to hide her areolas. Sheer floral lace tights and a pair of high cut black bottoms adorned her lower half, giving the look some edge but still soft and non-exposing. Custom made plush black fur-trimmed boots that were altered and replaced with her pleasers added a dramatic volume to her tall stature.

The way she radiated confidence like sunshine on a hot day, how sex appeal oozed out her body like warm chocolate coming out of a cake. You could tell from afar that she was sure of herself and walked with her head held high. A woman like that wasn’t to be fucked with and if you came to her? Having your shit together is key, alongside putting what she wanted in her hand. You’d have to bring something to the table—her time and energy was too precious to waste.

Michael wanted Mi’Asia. He wanted her bad. And he’d do anything to make it happen.

He took his shades off so that Mi’Asia could notice that all his attention was on her. Unbeknownst to him, she knew that he was staring her down like a hawk. Mi’Asia took the opportunity to do something extra to make his time worthwhile. Twisting down from the pole, she dropped into a split with her back towards him. She made her ass cheeks flex, making them move like a tidal wave. Mi’Asia looked over her shoulder and smirked at Michael. He beckoned her to come here with a finger in her direction. Mi’Asia got out of her position sexily and walked to Michael.

Michael finally saw how she looked up close and damn did it knock the wind out of lungs. He was known for his poise and cool demeanor. People rarely saw him out of character and that’s the way he liked it. No woman made him sweat until tonight.

Until he saw Mi’Asia.

He didn’t have anything to say at the moment, Mi’Asia left him utterly speechless. He took in how radiant and soft she looked. Michael looked into her eyes, locked into an unspoken trance that she had him in. She knew that look, that look of want and need. Mi’Asia doesn’t know anything about Michael other than him being stacked up and well respected. The qualities in a man she liked.

There were no words exchanged. Just looks and energy vibrating off one another.

Mi’Asia got closer to Michael and sat on his lap with her back facing him.

I wanna fuck in the mirror

I like to look at yo face when you in it

Come in the room and I'm giving commands

I am the captain and he the lieutenant

Michael cracked the silence, “What’s yo name, pretty girl? Can I touch you?” Mi’Asia smiled and started to slow grind in Michael’s lap with the tempo to the music. She laid back on Michael’s chest, her head landed on his shoulder. Mi’Asia noticed that she felt comfortable laying on Michael’s body. It felt right to her and that was scary.

She never felt like that before with any customer she gave a dance to. Mi’Asia loathed getting too close to any man that walked into the club. Any chance she got, Mi’Asia would finesse each and every dance. The men loved when the women would grind on them, giving them that skin to skin contact. Mi’Asia hated that shit. Men couldn’t act right! Trying to be handsy with her, speaking cash shit in her ear that made her want to throw up on the spot.

“Since you asked so nicely, you can touch me big daddy. Just don’t get carried away.” Mi’Asia purred, words rolling slick off her tongue. Michael chucked, making Mi’Asia feel the rumble in his chest. Causing her to laugh as well. Michael proceeded to caress her torso, snaking his arms around her. Nesting his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her natural scent that was mixed with the expensive perfume she wore.

“Name is Stallion, the coldest of the coldest.” Michael took in her response, he’ll get her origin story later. Right now, he wanted to let her know that he was feeling her.

“You feel good against me Stallion, like we made for each other. You feelin’ the same way?” Michael laid it on thick. He was never the type to beat around the bush with anybody. If he wanted you, he’d pursue you. It was simple with him. Mi’Asia lifted her head to look at Michael and by the look on his face, she saw that he was dead serious.

“Oh really? What makes you say somethin’ like that?” Mi’Asia responded to him disregarding the last question he asked her. She got up to sit down facing him. Full on straddling in his lap. He wanted a conversation, he got one.

“Because I feel somethin’, I’m tryna take you out this club. You don’t need to be in here.”

Mi’Asia let Michaels words simmer in her mind. It sounded good but did he really mean any of the things he said?

Michael’s copper brown eyes drank up Mi’Asias body. She was filled out in all the right places, Michael’s thoughts ran rapidly. He wanted to know how she’d look in ecstasy when he made her orgasm, how her breasts would bounce in his face riding him. More fortunately, how she’d look happy being by his side. The reaction she’ll have when she sees a brand new car out front waiting for her to ride in. Money in her account without having to ask. Michael wanted to roll out the red carpet for this girl and he didn’t even know the girls birthday.

“You niggas love feeding girls a fairytale. Too bad, I make my own dreams come true. I don’t need help, baby.” Mi’Asia rolled her body slowly, making the tank top she wore ride up. Her areola peeking from underneath the fabric, hands on Michael’s knees. Giving him full view on the body that possessed his attention.

“Ain’t nobody tryna feed you nothing but good food, loving and great dick. I got more to offer besides that. Whatever you want, I got.” Michael brought Mi’Asia closer, missing the feeling of her warmth. Yeah, she was grinding on his dick but he wanted to feel her heartbeat.

“Im serious about feeling you, let me get to know you more. Outside of here.” Michael stared into Mi’Asias eyes, talking only for her ears to hear. He wanted her to understand that what he was saying shouldn’t be taken lightly. Mi’Asia decided to test him,

“Gimme yo’ phone.” Mi’Asia said with her hand out. Without hesitation Michael did what she asked him to, unlocked his phone and gave it back to her. Mi’Asia searched for his banking apps and found one that they both shared. Looking back at him, she flipped the phone around and signaled for him to log in. Michael did what she asked again, no fret. She took note of that. Mi’Asia found the transfer button to wire her money from his account. She’s seen men with money all the time, some would flash it but never spend it. And that irked the shit out of her.

If you not spending’ it, the fuck you showing me for? She would say.

Again, Mi’Asia has been around men with money, wealthy men. But what she saw in Michael’s account made her pussy jump with joy.

All these fucking zeros?! Yeah, he gon’ be my trick.

Mi’Asia input her number into the box, typed in the amount she wanted to be sent to her and clicked confirm. Michael watched Mi’Asias face turn into a smile as she gave the phone back to him, he looked at the screen that displayed a confirmation of a successful transaction. But the amount made his eyebrow raise.

He looked back at her, “That’s all you wanted?” Michael gave the phone back to her. Mi’Asia didn’t protest and went back into the app to send herself more money. If he wanted her to have it, who was she to say no? He had plenty more and didn’t mind giving it up to her. Michael wanted her to have it all.

Mi’Asia gave the phone back again and Michael nodded at what he saw, “That’s better. Buy yourself something nice and let me come pick you up. I know exactly where I wanna take you.” She looked at him confused, “Who said I wanted to go anywhere with you? I don’t kick it with no niggas outside this club.”

Michael liked her firmness, she wasn’t going for anything easy and he liked her that way. He had to earn the right to see her away from these club lights.

“I ain’t like any other nig—“ Mi’Asia cuts him off by saying, “All men say that. You just like the rest. How different can you truly be? You can’t just enjoy the fantasy and go home?”

“No.” Michael said plainly, the emotion was held in his eyes. He seeked out any hope in hers, looking for a wall to come down. But none budged. Mi’Asia shook her head, aggravated at Michael’s advances. She saw what he was trying to do, trying to wiggle his way into her mind to get her to loosen up. She’s been holding onto her word by not hooking up with any customer and she meant it.

Mi’Asia got up from Michael’s lap, his gaze following her movement. “I’ll see you around, Michael.” As Mi’Asia turns around to leave the section Michael reaches out for her hand, her body jerks back slightly.

1997

Encino, CA / Atlanta,GA

Imagine you and Michael are in the middle of a nasty argument. You both are riding back to Atlanta from California. It’s Graduation season and his little sister Janet just earned her masters degree from nursing school. Being that they're the only pair of twins in the family, Michael planned a road trip, with you, his wife, to see one of his favorite girls accomplish a goal.

The argument brewed over time and tipped over as you and Michael had only 2 more hours until you reached the pearly gates of the home you both shared.

The flight from Cali to Atlanta had been way too quiet. People surrounded you everywhere you both went, but whenever something was off in the bubble named after You and Michael. That spaced you shared was eerily quiet. It's as if you weren’t in public with no one else around but Michael. The quietness wasn’t peaceful, it was filled with anguish and unsaid words that needed to be left unsaid. The right thoughts haven’t hit you both yet. You and Michael made a promise with each other that if yall can never get the correct words out; don’t say nothing until you do. Countless arguments have been made between you two and someone leaving it with wounds that had to heal over time. Some wounds still healing.

Outside of the pitch black Escalade Michael rode, the lights from the light poles blurred as he made his way out of the Hartsfield-Atlanta airport and onto the highway. The radio played smooth jazz softly in the background. The overload of thoughts crowded you and Michael’s minds as the tension settled into the space of the car.

His hands wrapped a bit tightly around the stirring wheel, yours folded across your chest.

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Spending time at the Jackson’s compound always felt like home away from home. The staff treated you with care, there was always a sibling or two stopping by to say hello.

This time? Everyone was there. The infamous Jackson Family. Filled with lawyers, music executives, doctors, you name it; they mostly had someone in that field of work. Joseph, Katherine and their parents sat back proudly as they watched each generation of Jackson’s mingle and spread love to one another.

The backyard was glowing by the lights that the siblings put up. White, gold and black balloons floated above each table, draped in white linen. Music drifted through the warm n’ cool California air while the family hugged, laughed and celebrated the woman of the hour.

Janet smiled at every congratulations that was said to her and rolled her eyes every time someone pinched her chubby cheeks that seemed to have stayed even at the age of 25.

After the years of long nights studying for every exam and waking up early for clinical rotations, Janet had finally earned her masters in nursing. And her big brother traveled all this way to share an important day with her.

Shopping trips, fancy dinners, gifts upon gifts. Anything Janet’s heart desired, Michael had happily whipped his card out to pay for it without a second thought.

Now, seated around the table outside, the family was enjoying the final event of the celebratory weekend.

Plates stuffed with everyone’s favorites. Grilled ribs, sausage and chicken. Corn on the cob wrapped in foil for that grilled smoky taste. Fresh cornbread out the oven with butter on top, melting in the cracks. Homemade mashed potatoes, pasta and potato salad.

The adults filled the first table while the youngins sat at another.

The conversations overlapped seamlessly. Everyone traded stories, jokes and memories. Catching up on what’s new in each other's lives, what the other family member missed.

Then the conversation shifted. As all family conversations do.

To babies.

“Ohhh Godddd..,” Janet groaned. She wanted out! No babies will be coming out of her no time soon.

“Can I atleast enjoy the fruits of my labor before yall want me to pop out any babies?!” she said sarcastically. Rene, Janet’s fiancé, snickered on the side of her as he chowed down on the food in front of him. She gave him a quick size up before the table burst into laughter.

An aunt pointed at her from across the table, “Oh, cmon, Dunk! Yall would make the perfect babies!” she exclaimed.

Janet immediately shook her head and Rene did the same. “No ma’am.” “Not yet.” said the couple. “Leave me aloneeee.” Janet dragged out. The family knew the answers from the couple were made with love. They were both starting in their careers and were still finding their footing with being engaged. They both knew that it was so much world that they wanted to explore before finally having kids.

Someone else chimed in, “What about you two?”

Suddenly all eyes were on you and Michael.

You knew exactly where this was going and hoped Michael took hold on the pending conversation.

“Oh no..” you muttered.

“Ohhh yes,” a cousin said, grinning in amusement.

“When are yall having a baby?” The question being asked in its entirety.

Asking something like this was harmless to the family, the Jackson men came to every family function with a new baby on their arm every time. From the outside looking in, you may have thought that the men were competing on who had the most kids.

“That’s actually a good question.” Michael said a little too enthusiastically.

The table erupted with laughter and more banter.

You narrowed your eyes quickly at your husband, Michael.

“Michael, no.”

Michael looked over at you puzzled. The nerve of him to look fucking confused.

“No?”

“No…”

A sarcastic grin grew on his face as he said back to you, “What do you mean no?”

“You know what I mean Michael, we’ll talk about this another time.”

Janet was already covering her mouth, nervous at the outcome of this back and forth you and her brother were having.

“Damn, Rene. You seeing this?” Rene looked up from his plate and at Janet, “Of course I do and this shit going left.”

They tried to whisper to each other but you heard them. You hear everybody except for the one person you want to take control.

“The question is harmle—“

“And we’re not having any right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not.”

Michael dropped his fork, causing it to clash with a glass cup. The faint redness of his cheeks and the sluggishness in his movements were making sense now.

You turned towards his brothers slowly and looked at them in suspicion.

“How much did he had to drink?”

The Jackson brothers looked at each other and started snickering immediately. Jermaine looked away with a knowing look that he was the one to edge his little brother on to take another drink. Tito suddenly found his potato salad delicious by the second. Marlon and Randy couldn’t keep a straight face while Jackie scolded them to be cool. Michael joined in on the brotherly moment. He rarely dranked but when he did Michael either showed half of his ass or all of it.

Them not answering in words but in their actions told you what you needed to know. Your expression was stone cold. The laughter at the time died down. Because unlike everyone else, you didn’t see the joy in the moment—you weren’t smiling.

You looked directly at Michael and he noticed—then he laughed again. The liquor was making him brave, Or stupid. Possibly both.

“What?” he asked lazily with not a care in the world. He wanted to enjoy this time with you and his family. Not be scolded by you.

You didn’t answer. Everyone had tried to go back into having conversation amongst themselves. You still stared at Michael.

“How much have you had, Mike?”

Michael sighed heavily with a shrug and said, “Enough.” The half smile slowly started to fade off his face, his eyes met yours. The expression on his face changed.

Looking in your eyes, he remembered every conversation you both had on this topic. The disagreements, every time you said “not right now”. The words coming up from Michael’s throat like vomit,

“You know what? I don’t understand why you’re so against having a child with me. Is there something wrong with me?”

You looked at him in shock, this is the exact reason why you didn’t want to have this talk right now. This is a private matter that everyone shouldn’t be apart of—but being that Michael was intoxicated and had liquor courage; he had time today.

The table went silent, completely silent. Everyone heard his tone change, they knew Michael was bothered by this.

You blinked. The family exchanged looks at each other. You felt your stomach drop, no one should know that you don’t want to have kids with the main person that wants kids in the family. You knew already that it’d make you look bad but deep inside—you didn’t care. You never told Michael that y’all wouldn’t ever have kids. With the way both of y’all’s careers are skyrocketing—there’s genuinely no signs of stopping right now.

Michael could careless about any of time. You cared about all of it. He wanted you barefoot and pregnant by tonight if he had it his way.

“Michael.”

“No.”

“Everyone asks me when we’re going to have children and I always excuse it for you.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together, “That’s what you're supposed to do, baby. This is a decision made by both of us—“

Michael interrupted, “That’s a lie. It’s all on you. We could never get far into it without you getting upset and leavin’.

“Michael, stop.”

“Every time the question about kids come up, it’s an automatic no.”

His words were beginning to slur together, at this point you knew the alcohol was beating his ass up. He wasn’t a big drinker, let alone a drinker at all. Wine is the most Michael would have. Crown royal if he’s feeling himself and wants to have a good time.

“Because baby right now isn’t the best time.”

Michael turned his whole body towards you, “Then when will it be? When will we have an agreement with this? When will it be the right time?!” His voice raised at the end of his sentence, hitting the table with his hand and making Tito and Jackie rise up, while you jumped in your seat. Shocked.

You blamed it on the liquor. Yes Michael was frustrated with him having to wait for more kids. But you felt that the reasoning was legit, you weren’t bullshitting. You just found your footing in your career and wanted to keep it that way. You felt in your gut that adding an addition right now will throw things off. Michael didn’t get that. He didn’t see the woman's side of things. Of course, because he isn’t a woman himself. But you thought atleast he’d have some compassion for his “hard working, busting her ass all the time” wife. You feel belittled everytime the conversation comes up, feeling like your solely a baby making machine and you aren’t.

The rest of the family continued eating in silence, Janet gave you a sympathetic look. Which you shook your head with a look that said to not worry about you, you’ll be fine.

As the night ended, you slept in Janet’s old room. Michael slept in his bed by himself. You both needed space and it was evident.

When leaving the next day, you woke up to Michael already gone. You got the memo from Janet that Michael was waiting for you on the private jet. It pained you inside to hear that.

“Atleast let’s wake up together..” you thought.

If he wanted to be that petty, you’d do the same. You got dressed on your own time, ate breakfast with the family before leaving. Played with the kids for a while. Michael hated waiting on anyone, but never you. But today you also had the time to match the energy he gave.

You finally arrived at the airport, dressed to the nines. Shades on. The staff felt the tension but continued to do their job by greeting you. You purposely sat on the opposite side of the plane. If Michael didn’t want to be near you, you made it possible to not be near him either.

4 long hours in this jet with nothing but tension and running minds.

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Now here you are, in this car with Michael with little to no conversation had. You counted red cars, blue cars, hell even white cars that passed you by. You pulled out a cross word puzzle book and started to do that. Nothing filled the void that was in that car.

Michael heard the weather forecast that it’ll be thunder storming horribly in the area.

“Heavy rainfall expected throughout the metro Atlanta area. Conditions are expected to continue until approximately four o’clock tomorrow morning…”

He sighed heavily, Michael hated driving in any type of rain.

“Niggas see some rain and not know how to drive. Fuck me.” Michael said under his breath. It was the first thing he said since y’all got into the car. You still gazed out the window and said nothing. Michael glanced at you briefly and returned his eyes on the road. The silence continued on.

He exited the highway, choosing to take the backroads instead. Something he’d do whenever the weather would act up like this. The truth was that Michael couldn’t stand the rain, it made him nervous. No matter how many years he’s been behind the wheel or the amount of cities he traveled to; it always made him uneasy. Usually when it’s like this, you’d be there to comfort him. Telling him that he’s okay and that you’re there in case you need to take over. You'd distract him with different topics, ask him hypotheticals to make him laugh.

But tonight? Nothing. You sit quietly in the passenger seat while the rain mimics how you feel inside.

By 8 o’clock, Michael pulled over for the third time. A gas station sat idle on the edge of the road, rain poured on the hood of the SUV. The engine ran, windshield wipers did their best to combat the rain that was coming down.

Michael still stared outward, not giving you another look. You did the same.

Gathering up the courage to have this dreadful talk with your husband, you say:

“Michael..”

The windshield wipers are still fighting on, back n’ forth. back n’ forth. back n’ forth.

“The second that conversation started…”

You let your statement breathe. You’ve learned to take things slow when you both are in sensitive times. “I don’t care how upset you were…” Another second of silence. Michael’s jaw clenched and unclenched. He still remained silent.

“The way you came at me wasn’t needed, you embarrassed both of us in the process.”

Rain hammered on the SUV, the sound of tiny thumps filled the space between the moments of you not saying anything. Michael blinked slowly, shifting in his seat as if what you said made him feel away. You knew it did but you didn’t care. You were tired of this weighing heavy on your heart and needed to talk to your husband, now.

“You acted out in front of your family, Mike.” You moved in your seat to face him, voice cracked as you said his name. Desperate for him to understand your point of view. The words lingered heavily in the air.

“The looks on their faces…you should’ve seen it. It was as if they thought I didn’t want your babies. When you know it’s hard for me to get pregnant and instantly you blow up on me when I try to tell you not to entertain it?!” You get some bass in your voice, at this point you're fed up with him being selfish. You know he isn’t completely like that, but when it comes to kids? It’s sensitive for him to talk about too.

Michael lowered his eyes to his lap, he knew he was dead wrong. Tears stained his pillow as he laid awake that night. He tossed and turned in the bed after his brothers tore him a new one. Michael knew he hurt you that night, even through the drunkness; he knew he fucked up.

“Hell, they probably think that I'm purposefully trying to keep you from having a family. When that’s far from the truth. It’s my family too.”

The silence still carried on like the rain outside the truck. His lack of reaction frustrated you more than arguing would.

In times like these, you couldn’t tell what Michael was thinking. He had an exceptional poker face. Didn’t know if he was agreeing or if he understood you.

“Lord knows I want to have a family with you.”

Michael's eyes lifted from his lap and onto yours. Finally giving you his undivided attention. Because again, you knew he was listening. But he wasn’t hearing you.

“I do, Michael. I want all the babies, a house full of em’.” You look at Michael weakly with tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“—And we’ll make em’, baby.” Michael speaks for the first time in hours.

“One day.”

That little statement did it for Michael, he was tired of hearing it.

“There it goes! There goes those words you keep repeatin’.” Michael’s look to you narrowed, “Because that’s all I ever hear.”

Disbelief was written all on your face, “That’s the only thing you got from this conversation? Michael, I’ve been working my ass off for my career to be where it is now! My problem is that you’re basically asking me to put everything on hold and I won’t do that right now.”

The next thing out of Michael’s throat was a laugh. Not soothing words to get you both on the same page but a fucking humorless laugh. His eyebrows shot up, “Everything?”

“Yes.”

“Everything?” He repeated.

“Yes, Michael.”

Michael scoffs, “You making it seem like having my children would ruin your life.”

That one hurt you. Michael knew it too, once again. But once he started, it was hard for him to stop.

“I never said anything like that, what’re you talking about?”

“It’s how you’re acting—“

“Michael, we’ve TRIED!”

“ONCE!”

Both your chests heaved in and out.

“What about what I WANT?” Those words bounced from car door to car door. It was raw and ugly. Painful even. The rain tried to soothe the ache in the hearts that you and Michael shared.

“Maybe I am selfish for wanting my own wife to bare many children—“

“Not true—“

“Maybe I’m a selfish man in general—“

“Stop it—“

Your voice pleaded with Michael to just stop.

“You can’t do this, you’re only selfish for trying to guilt me into having them.”

Michael’s face scrunched up, “OH—OH, so NOW I’m guilt trippin’ you?! Ain’t this some bullshit..”

“If the shoe fits Michael, I would want you to wear that muhfucka’.

He scoffed, “Unbelievable.” His head fell back into the headrest. Eyes closed, shutting down.

“No! What’s fucking unbelievable is you sitting there drunk, tipsy, whatever the fuck you were and and act like I’m denying you a family.” Michael’s hands ran over his face before responding, “I was telling the truth.”

“Like hell you were, I was telling the truth!”

Both of you were practically screaming at each other. The argument had become bigger than the both of you. It had become centered around not being understood, heard or chosen.

Michael just shook his head in response, he had nothing else to say at that point.

You reached for the door handle and got out the truck, slamming the door with all the strength you could muster.

The rain instantly drenched you.

“Is she serious?” Michael said to himself because you weren’t in the car to hear him.

He rolled down the window to yell out, “Are you outta your mind!?” He stared at you as you started to walk away.

The nigga was too stunned to speak.

For a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. He was watching you walk away in this storm without an umbrella or a proper jacket. You didn’t look back.

His anger quickly subsided, replaced with panic.

Because as stubborn as you are, walking away from him, in the middle of a thunderstorm, was something he wouldn’t have imagined.

Behind you, Michael sat frozen in his seat. Water splashed up your legs as you walked in puddles, your actions mimicking the weather. Storming up the empty roadside.

Panic finally caught up to Michael, “What the hell am I doing?!” He turned the SUV back on to start following behind you. The headlights highlighted your body through the heavy curtain of rain. You heard the tires move over the gravel of the road. You ignored him, eyes burning by the slightly acidic rain. Space is all you need right now. A chance to breathe, a chance to regain focus on the topic at hand. But Michael wouldn’t dare give you that space. Too much space leads to someone not being able to come back. And that wasn’t the goal here.

His window lowered some more, “Get back in the car!”

You kept walking. Ignoring that too.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled back. You didn’t care if this looked childish.

“You’ve lost your damn mind, girl!”

Lightning flashed ahead, a rumble of thunder followed.

“Good!” You chucked bitterly. Nothing about this was humorous to you, you genuinely couldn't do shit else but laugh right now.

“Jesus Christ, you’re walking down a back road, barely any light—“

“THEN STOP FOLLOWING ME—“

“IN A THUNDERSTORM!”

Michael was truly terrified of you being out there like that. The SUV stayed by your side and you kept walking. Until eventually, you got tired of him being side by side. Your walk became a run.

You heard Michael cuss and the SUV picked up speed.

“You’re crazy, what’re you doing?!”

You slipped, almost falling into mud but you kept your balance. The rain was making it difficult for you to see but you didn’t care. You needed away from the suffocating back and forth that you and Michael kept doing.

Michael knew you, he also knew that once your anger settled down you’ll realize how dangerous this all was.

So, he kept following you. He refused to leave your side, he’d also be crazy to do so.

Eventually, you stopped running. Your lungs and legs burned. The adrenaline began to fade away. You went back to walking and Michael spoke up once again, “Can you please get back into the car?” His voice sounded differently now, less with anger. It was replaced with desperation.

You were still walking.

“You can yell at me all you want.

You were tired of doing that, it didn’t do anything but make the situation worse.

“I won’t say another word. Baby, please. We can ride home, I won’t say anything.”

You didn’t want that either. You wanted to talk to Michael and have a mutual understanding without him belittling your feelings. Your eyes stayed ahead.

“Just get back in the car...please.”

You looked at him after ignoring him this whole time. What Michael saw on your face made his stomach sink. You were really hurt. Fuck being angry, you were completely shattered. He hurt your heart.

“Leave me alone.” You said with shaky breath.

You continued walking until you spotted a phone booth ahead. You head straight to it, Michael eyebrows furrowed together, trying to figure out what you were gonna do next.

Jogging towards the phone booth, you pull open the door and lock it. Michael parked, hopped out the truck and ran to where you were and tried to get inside with you. But it was too late. He stared at the handle and tried again to get inside.

Nothing.

He knocked twice, you refused to turn around and look at him. Your head on the payphone, soaking up the muffled rain sounds coming from outside. Michael’s palm flattened against the glass of the phone booth, rain drenched his face.

“Baby…come on. Open the door, please.”

You didn’t move.

His hair had completely converted back to his wavy tresses due to the rain. The voluminous press out he wore to California was gone. Dark strands of hair stuck to his face as he pleaded continuously. His eyeliner began to run on his face as well. The state that he was in made him look exhausted, vulnerable. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took. Michael shivered in the rain, the coldness getting to him.

You turned around, your back now to the pay phone. You saw Michael standing out there in the rain, waiting for you to let him inside so he could plead his case. He never walked away and you hated how much it affected you. He looked like the man you fell in love with and not the man from the heated argument minutes ago. He looked like Michael..your Michael. Not the man who embarrassed both of you in front of his family. But the man who took your heart and cherished it since the day got down on one knee.

He had an imploring look on his face once your eyes reached his. You never wanted to fight with him to begin with. Seeing him out there waiting patiently for you to let him in made you wonder why he couldn’t use the same patience with the main problem that you both run into?

Michael knocked once more, hoping this time you’ll budge and let him inside. The knock was hesitant, he didn’t want to upset you any further.

“Please, baby..”

You could barely hear him but you knew what he said by reading his lips.

You sighed and unlocked the door. The second he heard the door unlock, he moved in swiftly.

The booth was even smaller with the two of you in it at the same time. His mouth was slightly open as he tried to gather his bearings, he shivered violently as rain droplets slid down to his cheeks, jaw, and neck. You both didn’t feel the need to speak at that very moment. Your eyes locked in on him while his eyes were closed. You took in every physical detail about him at that moment. He looked like an angel that got caught in a bad storm. The way his shirt clung to his torso, making his light muscles peek through. A growing ache formed from your pussy. You squeezed your eyes shut, “Not right now, girl.” You told your body. But you couldn’t help how Michael made you feel. Physically, mentally and emotionally.

Michael finally opened his eyes and the first thing that came from his mouth wasn’t anything defensive nor sarcastic.

“I’m sorry.”

And again, moving closer towards you. Filling up the little gap that was between you two.

“I’m sorry.” More vulnerable this time, taking your face into hands. You both looked deeply into each other's eyes. There were too many emotions going on within you. You were sympathetic, horny, sad and with a sprinkle of anger.

“I was dead wrong…and drunk.” His fingers rubbed away the tears that fell from your eyes. You didn’t realize that you were crying until he did that. His voice cracked in his next statement to you, “I took my emotions out on you like a fool. Being angry and hu—“

“Kiss me. Love me. Right here, right now.” You sniffed, Michael’s hands were still on your face. He looked all over your face to see if you were serious. And you were.

Very fucking serious.

Michael didn’t wait another minute and fulfilled your request. He took your lips into his and kissed you deeply. You moaned in his mouth, reached up to run your fingers in his wet hair. He looked so good standing there dripping wet. You gripped onto his biceps, pulling him even closer. He groaned low in his throat, his body trembling from the storm drenching his clothes and the way your body warmed him up instantly as he came closer. His large hand came up underneath your thigh, lifting it up, and wrapping it around his waist. His dick ground against your pussy, as his tongue wrestled inside your mouth just past your teeth, seeking full entry.

“I don’t wanna fight.” You moaned softly, your body melting into his as he moved.

“Neither do I, baby .. I’m sorry.. I was stupid..”

“Shh… don’t talk, just touch me ..” You whispered.

Michael’s other hand came up under your leg, and soon you were lifted up and pressed against the wall of the phone booth. Your moans and the heat of both your bodies fogged up the glass, shielding you both in a bubble of anonymity. His hips moved in a circular motion, pressing on your throbbing pussy. Michael groaned desperately, his dick aching as well. Wanting to feel you, fill you up. He trailed kisses down to your neck, attacking it. Nipping at it. Licking and sucking on your sweet spots. At this point you were beyond soaked in your panties. You needed him. Bad.

“Get in the car, Big Daddy. Fuck me in the backseat while it’s rainin’. Show me how much you’re really sorry.”

That got Michael excited. He stopped kissing on your neck and looked up at you. He put you down and did what he was told on command. You loved when he obeyed any demand that came outta your mouth.

It was still pouring down raining and it fit the mood you were both in. You both got into the back seat of the truck, it was more than big enough for the activities that were about to occur.

Instantly, you took off your clothes little by little. Leaving your panties on for Michael to take off. Michael input a CD into the CD player that set the tone, ironically, Rain by SWV was the first song to play. He got into the backseat with you and looked at you hungrily. Michael needed to feast on your pussy ASAP and he wasn’t waiting much longer. You laid down, Michael crawled on top of you and started to kiss you again. His hand made its way to your panties, cupping your sex. You moaned at the instant contact of his hand touching you there. Michael found his way inside and circled your clit with his middle finger in a steady motion.

“I love you like this.” He whispered, his right hand roamed over your bare body, cupping and squeezing your breasts, his left hand still circling your clit gently as he watched your facial expressions grow. He loved to please you, to watch your entire body be consumed with pleasure, it drove him crazy to watch you cum for him, and tonight was no different.

“Mmmh..” Your moans echoed through the slick black truck as Michael’s tongue worked against your clit. His lips wrapped around your bud, sucking slowly, while his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. He was almost ravenous with it. He groaned against your skin, desperate and hungry to taste your release on his tongue.

“Cum for me baby. ” He said almost in a whine.

“Mmm I’m so close..keep going daddy don’t stop… right thereee...” You said gripping the nape of his neck, pushing his face down even more. He hummed against your clit, sending vibrations through your body. You rocked your hips against his mouth a few times before finally coming apart beneath him. He growled, his tongue sliding into you, tasting you as your juices oozed out in pulsing waves.

“Fuckkk..” You whimpered, watching as he kept going, not getting enough. His fingers worked against your clit in vigorous motions, his jaw tight as he looked down at you.

“Make a mess for me baby..” He groaned, shamelessly in love and consumed with pleasing you.

Your back arched as your moans grew louder as his other hand pressed against your lower abdomen. Juices spurted out of you, wetting up the leather seats of the Escalade.

He lifted up, watching you as you laid there already sweating and soaked in your own fluids. He smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. You came twice already and yall was just getting started.

“You’re always so good for me baby..” He said, stroking your cheek.

He wiped the sweat beading on your forehead, and reached over you, pressing the button to lower the window just enough to let some of the cool night air in. Small droplets of rain prickled your skin.

“Quit talking and take them fucking clothes off nigga.” You demanded with the same hunger Michael had coursing through his body.

You watched in anticipation as he stripped off each article of his clothing. First his jacket, then his shirt. His boxers were the last thing to go. His dick was thumping, aching to be inside you.

LSG’s My Body began to play from the speakers. Michael knew the exact songs to get you going. You loved when he played music while fucking you.

He wasted no time, spreading your legs as wide as he could before sliding inside you slowly at first. You gasped, your muscles tightening around his thick dick.

“Ohhhh my God.” he groaned, his hips rocking against you in languid motions. He pushed further into you making you squeal. Everyone you have sex with Michael, he makes it feel like the first home. You’ll never get used to how he fills you up. And when it’s all done, you still feel him in you. Michael had the type of sex that left you wanting more, your pussy was his home. And he loved it there.

“Mmmh, sss fuck baby you’re so deep..” You whined helplessly. He picked up your legs, putting them over his shoulders. Michael leaned down so he could be chest to chest with you. The feeling of his dick in his position made you shout out his name in ecstasy. Michael knew your body like he knew the ins and outs of his business. He loved the way you reacted to anything he did to your body.

The truck rocked slightly, rain droplets fell onto each of your naked bodies from the window as he pushed himself deeper into you over and over again. Heavy rain hit your face, making the moment more erotic. Michael enjoyed the view, it made him fuck you a little harder. Deeper. The sounds of your wetness and the music put him into overdrive. He wanted you to feel that he was sorry. Feel that he regretted how he acted towards you.

Michael said in your ear, “You deserve to be happy, baby. I’m sorry for not making you happy lately. I want to make this right. Can I please..” Michael pleaded, desperately, “Make this right?”

It was his turn to shed tears, he truly felt awful. He knew that his actions were unjustifiable. Michael has always been the man to right his wrongs, no matter how stubborn he may be. He also knew it wasn’t fair to be stubborn after you’ll do anything for him.

You pushed Michael up a bit to lift him off your chest, having him slow his strokes. Sliding down a tad so you can feel his dick in your stomach.

Thunder rumbled again. You and Michael felt it against the truck.

“Make us a baby, daddy.”

Michael stopped and turned on the light above his head. You giggled at his reaction. A smile crept on his face, “You sure?” he asked. You nodded and moved your body, making his dick go in and out of you. You moaned while saying, “Yesss. You understand now, I know you do. I needed you to understand.” You looked deeply into his eyes so you can show him that you’re serious. You wanted to be a mother of his kids, this is your body. You wanted to do it on your terms. Anything you say goes anyway. Having kids is no different. You truly ran the show.

Michael turned the light back off, breathing heavily with anticipation. Hearing you tell him to make a baby sent him over the moon. His pace quickened a bit, he didn’t want to rush this; he wasn’t the type. He needed to feel every muscle in your pussy tighten around his dick, while you both released together. You played with your clit, making you wetter than you were before.

“Mhm, play with that pretty pussy.” Michael purred, still fucking you simultaneously as you played with yourself. You felt your third orgasm coming around, Michael himself felt his nut coming. He quicken his pace again, making a mess all over the seats; not giving a fuck.

“I know you're close, mama. Let it go. I wanna cum with you.” Michael said as his voice wavered by his own thrusts. All you could do was moan in agreement.

Michaels paced quickened as you moaned to him that you were about to cum. And finally, you both came as the rain still thumped against the truck, still splattering against your skin. He came down to you, kissing all over your face and ended with your lips. He was still deep inside, letting his sperm work its way up to do its job.

From this moment forward, the life that you’ll have with Michael will forever be changed. You both will have the children that’s destined to be in your lives, a marriage that’s healthier not only for your kids. But for Michael and you. A marriage rooted in true understanding and compromise.