angelface

Sometimes, Michael couldn’t help himself. When you were out, or he was alone in the studio, he would take his weeping cock out of his pants, wrap his hand around it and stroke himself until completion. You were inexperienced, and not ready to take things physical yet. And while he was understanding and respected your pace, his cock still throbbed in his pants sometimes.

You had been on a girls trip with friends, and weren’t supposed to come home until late at night. He used that opportunity, sitting on the couch, slumped against the cushions. He hadn’t even bothered to take off his pants entirely, just enough so he could pull out his hard length and wrap his fist around it.

A sheen layer of sweat sat over his lip, his eyes shut and brows raised in bliss as he made up imaginations of you inside his brain. He saw you kneeling before him, mouthing at his fat tip with that cute overwhelmed expression you had anytime you explored something new with him. His legs were spread wide, and he felt a tiny sense of guilt for fantasizing about you in such a lewd way.

But he couldn’t control it. He was just a man who loved you after all. Of course he stole a glance whenever you bent over in your little sleeping shorts, trying to find a seasoning hidden deep in the cabinet. Michael was just being slick with it, averting his eyes to his cup when you turned around with a smile of success, holding onto whatever you were searching for.

He would hate himself for making you feel uncomfortable, so he put your needs first, and his second.

So maybe that’s why, when you had opened the front door, and closed it behind you with a soft thud, he hadn’t noticed. His heavy breathing and grunting filling the space of the living room.

It reached your ears, and the first feeling you had was concern. You thought that maybe he had hurt himself. You kicked off your shoes and hurried to the living room. But the sight you were met with definitely didn’t live up to your expectations.

He sat there, his head thrown back into the cushions, hair sticking to his forehead and sprawling out around him beautifully. His brows were furrowed, eyes closed, and his bobbing adams apple on full display. His rough lips were parted, letting out moans and heavy breaths.

But then your eyes dropped to his crotch.

His hardened length was dripping beneath his long fingers as he tugged his foreskin up and down in a steady rhythm.

Your eyes widened, and you covered them with your hand, a small yelp of surprise escaping you.

His eyes shot open, and his hand stilled upon hearing the sound of your voice. His chest rose up and down quickly, breathing through his nose now as he watched you standing in the doorway. You wore cute, pink little sweatshorts with a matching top. He bit his lip, before smiling and lifting a hand to his brow.

“Baby?” he asked, rubbing his fingers along his brow, “What are you doing here?”

You didn’t lower the hand over your eyes, a blush spreading on your face as Michael started getting a little flustered. He opted from circling his fingers around his dick to covering it with them, not being able to fully do so with just one hand.

“Uhm,” you stammered, turning your head sideways, “one of the girls got a headache, so uh, we decided to leave a bit early”

“Oh,” he nodded, biting his lip a bit, “Can you look at me?”

You hesitated.

“Is it – are you? I mean, are you wearing clothes?”

He couldn’t stop himself from breathing out a laugh.

“Kinda?”

You dared to peek at him through your fingers, only to find him barely covering himself with his hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you would be home for another few hours baby”

You kept looking through your fingers, your brows scrunching together a bit. He moved his hand away, and started pulling his pants back on, but as you saw his bare length, hard and thick, something inside you changed.

“Wait” you said, the word leaving you faster than intended.

He froze, tilting his head in your direction. You finally lowered your hand, not sure were to look at. Your gaze fell on his face, then down to his cock, before quickly searching the room for a distraction. He wasn’t sure what your reaction meant, but he settled into the couch a little more comfortably again.

“You can look baby, it’s okay”

Your eyes widened.

“Michael”

“What,” he shrugged, giving you a warm smile, “I can tell you’re trying very hard not to, you don’t have to do that”

You bit your lip, but still didn’t allow yourself to stare at him. It was the first time to see him like that. You only saw him shirtless, but never exposed like this.

“C’mere, let’s talk”

You gulped slowly, before walking over to the sofa, sitting on the opposite end of where he was, hugging your knees to your chest and still avoiding his gaze.

“You want to just forget about this and watch a movie?” his tone was gentle, though it carried the tiniest hint of hope. Hope that you would deny his offer.

Your eyes finally met his, and you gave a small head shake to him.

“I-I’m curious, Mikey” you started, your voice barely above a whisper, “can I see what you did earlier…?”

He wet his lips, gliding his gaze over your body once, his cock twitching upward a little at your request. A look of surprise crossed your face as you saw it. You were so clueless about the male body, and if you were being honest, about your own body too.

“Are you sure? I’m okay, baby”

You nodded, meeting his round eyes.

Michael hesitantly wrapped his fingers around his dick again, just holding it. You wanted to stare so badly, but felt shy to do so. While he was the one sitting exposed before you, your shyness overpowered.

“I have a question” your voice came out small, and your ears were heating up.

“Go ahead, baby girl” he said, beginning to move his hand slowly, revealing the blushing tip to you. A warm feeling stirred low in your belly, and you found yourself not able to look away from him now.

“Mmh…, do you do this, like, often?”

Michael chuckled a little before answering.

“Sometimes,” he said, “when you’re out or I’m at the studio”

His breathing picked up slightly, matching the pace of his hand.

“A-and,” you stopped yourself, feeling embarrassed to ask the question burning on your tongue.

Michael laid his head back into the cushions, tilting his face into your direction. Having you sit innocently beside him was so much better than the images he made up in his head. Even though you weren’t doing anything explicit, the mere sight of your flushed face before him was enough. He let out a deep groan.

“Ask, baby. There is no need to be shy, you hear me?”

You took a deep breath.

“What do you… think about?”

Michael gave you a lazy smile, a strand of hair sticking to the side of his face.

“You”

You froze for a second.

“…Me?” you asked, searching his face with your eyes, “Like?”

He briefly closed his eyes, a little grunt spilling from his throat as the earlier images crept into his brain.

“Wanna know what I imagined before you barged in?”

You nodded, a little too eagerly for your liking. Your heart pounded strongly in your chest.

“Thought ‘bout you on your knees baby,” he breathed, staring at your bare legs, and stopping right above the seams of your white socks.

“How it would be like if you kiss my cock,”

You winced at his choice of words, but he ignored it.

“Imagined that cute, overwhelmed expression on your face” his breathing was heavier than before, and his stare on you was hot. He pointed to your face with his free hand.

“There, exactly that one, god”

You bit your lip, and squeezed your thighs together a little, trying to ease the ache between them.

“Come a bit closer, please” he almost moaned, his eyes begging. You watched his hand moving up and down, twisting his wrist a bit as he reached the top, before scooting a bit closer.

Michael’s large hand wrapped around your ankle firmly, squeezing and rubbing the skin there to ground himself. The sounds that left his lips stirred a new feeling inside of you, a deep ache in your core. You didn’t know how to ease it, and it felt overwhelming.

“Michael, I,” you wanted to express the feeling that you couldn’t order into a category, but didn’t know how to. The fingers burying into your skin felt reassuring, though they left you antsy. Shifting in your position, and rubbing your legs together subtly. Of course you knew that tingling feeling it gave you, but you had always felt it on accident, never trying to chase it.

“What’s the matter baby, tell me” he breathed, his hand stroking faster.

“I don’t know” you whispered, feeling overwhelmed, “I feel like wanting something, but I can’t put into words what it is”

Michael nodded, he noticed you rubbing and squeezing your thighs together.

“Does the feeling ease when you rub your legs against each other like that, baby?”

His words left your eyes to widen, feeling caught. Your cheeks were burning, embarrassment flooding through you. But that feeling of want was stronger.

“A little” your voice came out so small he barely overheard it.

He stilled his movements on his cock, exhaling deeply.

“Baby,” he started, scooting a little closer to you, “do you ever touch yourself when you’re alone?”

You weren’t dumb, you knew what he was referring to, but you still wanted to be a hundred percent sure, just for the small chance he had a different meaning.

“Touch… where?”

His expression stayed serious, and his voice came out dark as he spoke.

“Between your legs”

Your fingers began absentmindedly fidgeting, rubbing against each other and tugging at your nails carefully.

“No” you whispered, taking in his surprised expression.

“Never? Not alone?”

You shook your head, a shy smile pulling at your lips.

He groaned a little, his thumb continuing to rub circles into your overheated skin.

“I can’t believe it” he mumbled to himself, agonized that you had never felt the pleasures of exploring your own body. His eyes found yours carefully, and he stared into them intensely.

“You want to ease the ache, baby?”

You were surprised, wondering how he knew it was literally aching, but maybe that was just your inexperience talking. You gave him a hesitant nod, unsure of the meaning behind his question.

“Sit over there” he said, gesturing to the corner of the couch that you had sat in earlier. You did, leaning your back against the cushions, sitting down sideways. Michael stood, pulling off his pants entirely. His cock hung heavy between his legs, throbbing, aching to be touched. But to Michael, you came first. He took a seat before your feet, as you were still hugging your legs close to your body.

He radiated this new energy off of him, luring you in. you wanted him closer, wanted to bury your head into his neck and be held by him. But you waited patiently for what he was about to do next.

“Can you take off your shorts?”

You blinked at him a few times.

“Not your panties, just the shorts” he clarified.

Your fingers moved to the hem of the pink fabric slowly, unsure in your doing, before hooking underneath it and awkwardly sliding them off.

“Good, now spread your legs a little for me”

A look of horror crossed your face.

“Spread?” you whispered, feeling a bit insecure.

He nodded without hesitation.

“You’re still wearing your panties baby, don’t worry, I won’t bite” he smiled.

You let go of your legs, unsure of what to do with your hands now. You spread them just a little, carefully, but enough for Michael to see the damp spot that had formed on the pink cotton. He sighed, his cock stirring in it’s wake.

You noticed, and felt a sudden wave of shame rush through you, moving to close your legs a little again. But Michael was quick to stop you, placing a hand on your knee, holding them open.

“It’s okay baby, I like it” he said, his stare on your clothed pussy hot.

“Can you touch yourself for me?” he asked, but you shook your head.

“I don’t know how” you mumbled, slinging your arms around your waist in a weak attempt to cover yourself.

His mouth parted a little, before he gave you a smile.

“Can I?”

You exhaled shakily, but gave him a nod, anticipating his touch. But he didn’t give it to you where you wanted it most. He started trailing his fingers up your calf, his touch soft and gentle, before moving to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You spread your legs wider unconsciously, the smallest sigh escaping you.

Michael gave you a warm smile, and kept his gaze on your face as he carefully placed his thumb on your clothed clit. He applied light pressure, beginning to move it up and down. You gasped, lowering your head to watch his hand moving on you.

“Michael” you whined.

He pressed his thumb down further, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You had never felt anything like this before.

“Ssh, I got you” he said. You lifted your hand up to your mouth, covering it to stop the embarrassing sounds that threatened to leave you. You squeezed your eyes shut, concentrating on the intense feeling of his big thumb on your little clit.

“That’s it baby, just feel it” he murmured, circling his free hand around his erection again, beginning to stroke it in the same rhythm that he pleasured you with. You dared to look at him, a loud moan came out muffled against your palm as you saw him touching himself while looking at you. Your body felt hot, and a layer of sweat began to form under your knees.

“Let me hear you, please” he groaned, letting out a few grunts himself. You did, lowering the hand that covered your mouth to clutch his sleeve. Michael found that endearing, how you always seemed to hold onto him in overwhelming situations.

“It’s g-good, Mikey,” you breathed, meeting his brown eyes, “never felt something like this”

He nodded, and his thumb glided over your core more effortlessly as the fabric continued to get wetter, slicking up the material.

“God baby,” he moaned, “you’re so wet”

You whined upon hearing his lewd words, and something inside your core seemed to tighten, a new feeling rushing to your body. You took another look at his face, his hair stuck in strands to his forehead, his skin glistening with sweat. His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth, and the sight of him tightened the feeling even more.

It was unfamiliar, coming fast, and it made you panic.

“M-mike, it’s, it feels different,” you breathed, your brows furrowed and lips glistening with your own spit.

“I know baby, I know,” he reassured you, picking up his pace, “You’re getting close”

A broken sob left your lips, your hips beginning to grind into his hand, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter.

“Close?”

“Yea, close to your orgasm, release, baby”

Oh, this is what it was. You were finally able to put a name to the tightening knot in your lower belly.

Your breathing picked up, coming in short and shakily. Your toes curled, and an unexpected wave of warmth rolled through your body, leaving you to hold your breath as you stared at Michael with parted lips. Your limbs seemed to tense up, especially your core, before a shock of release rushed through you.

Michael was mesmerized as he watched you experience your first ever orgasm, sucked in all of the little details of your reaction. The way your legs trembled, and your lids threatened to close, and the way your nub pulsed beneath his finger.

You let out a cry, the intense pleasure soon turning into too much, leaving you to trap Michael’s hand between your thighs and shake your head. He understood, and let his fingers wander to your hand, intertwining it with his. The stroking on his cock never faltered, and you took him in with tired eyes.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, “you’re so pretty when you cum”

It didn’t take him much longer to reach his release too, throwing his head back and letting out a broken grunt as he shot ropes and ropes of his warm seed onto his shirt. You watched him in awe as he squeezed your hand almost bruisingly.

He slumped into the cushions, out of breath and exhausted, before shooting you a smile.

“You okay?”

You returned his smile warmly.

“Yea”

Michael moved to shrug off his dirty shirt, before pulling you into his embrace. You settled against his chest, nuzzling your face into the warm skin. His scent felt grounding, reassuring.

“That was…” you trailed off, not knowing how to word your feeling, “amazing?”

His chest vibrated with a quiet laugh.

“You did so good, baby” he whispered, threading his fingers through your hair. You smiled against his skin, before tilting up your head and stealing a peck from him.

Ever since Michael had kissed you for the first time a few weeks ago, you have been so needy for him. Asking for another peck every five minutes, barely letting him work, and if he dared to leave the house, he would have to make up for it with ten sweet little kisses before you considered forgiving him.

But it never deepened into more than a quick peck, just a few seconds of your lips connecting. And you couldn’t figure out why exactly you always wanted more of him. His lips had become addictive, just like the little smile or fond eye roll he would give you after asking for the twentieth time within ten minutes.

The thing is, this wasn’t just simply the first kiss between you and Michael, but your first kiss. You weren’t naive, or unaware of how things worked in a relationship. You just simply had another pace in life than most people. And Michael not judging, and waiting patiently for months to even peck you on the lips, was one thing that made you love him so much.

You were currently curled up in bed, clinging onto his arm, a romance movie playing on the TV. His smell surrounded you, making you feel calm and cozy while his thumb gently caressed your cheek.

“Dada?”

He sighed, a little smile pulling at his lips.

“Yes, baby?” amusement hinted in his voice, and you tilted your head up to him.

“I want a kiss” you smiled, searching for his gaze as he lowered his head.

“Who would’ve thought?”

You let out a small giggle, before Michael leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto your lips, just lingering for a few seconds before pulling away and relaxing back into the pillows. But you didn’t really feel a satisfaction. It felt like the kiss always ended earlier than you needed it to. Maybe that’s why you were asking him every five seconds.

You settled back against his arm, clinging to him while focusing back on the movie. But as you watched the scene unfold, you stiffened a little. The people on the screen were kissing. Or rather full on making out with each other. Heat spread over your face, and you didn’t dare to look up at Michael. You stayed unusually quiet for the rest of the movie, and Michael wondered why you didn’t demand a kiss every few minutes anymore. But it was because you were thinking now.

Thinking about how it would be to kiss Michael like that. The thought of it made your stomach jump a little, and you caught yourself taking a glimpse of him. His slightly rougher skin glowing beneath the flashing of the TV. And then your eyes dropped to his lips. You never looked away so fast. You were lost in your thoughts, feeling embarrassed.

The end credits rolled in, but you didn’t move an inch. Michael leaned over to the bedside table, reaching for the glass of water before taking a few gulps. Your eyes followed him closely. The way his lips rested against the glass, his tongue slightly sticking out beneath it, the water leaving his lips glistening. He took a glance at you.

“You alright, baby? You’ve been so quiet” he said, pulling his arm out of your grip to lay it around your shoulders instead. You didn’t answer immediately while settling against his chest.

“Mikey?”

He straightened a little at the nickname. Not because he didn’t like it, but because the lack of ‘Dada’ told him you were trying to tell him something important. He hummed in question, lowering his head a little to try and look at your face.

“Can I ask you something?”

You could hear him smile.

“Always”

You shifted awkwardly, nothing feeling quite comfortable anymore. Nothing was good, so you decided to sit up, hugging your legs to your body while facing Michael. His hand came to grab your ankle, gently squeezing and rubbing circles into the skin with his thumb.

“Why…” you started, wetting your lips, “do I always want to kiss you so much?”

He smiled, squeezing your ankle reassuringly.

“Mmh,” he pretended to think, pressing his lips together, “Maybe because you love me?”

You tilted your head, a little frown coming to your lips as you absentmindedly started playing with the seam of your socks.

“No… I mean… why does it never feel like it’s enough?”

Michael’s eyes widened just slightly, going unnoticed by you.

“Oh…” he said, his eyes dropping to your fingers, before focusing on your face again. “Is it about the movie?”

Your cheeks reddened instantly, recalling the scenes from the movie, but more than that, the ones you'd imagined with Michael. You gently shook your head.

“Well, maybe a little bit” you confessed, “but…”

You stopped, not knowing how to continue, or what you wanted to say.

Michael waited for you patiently.

"I don't know..." you admitted quietly, "I just... I think I want to try"

He nodded once, studying your face for a quiet moment before shifting a little closer.

“Baby, you want to try… with me?”

You avoided his gaze, trying to occupy your fingers with something else.

“I think so” you mumbled quietly.

He grabbed your chin with his fingers softly, forcing you to look at his round eyes.

“We don’t have to, you know that, right?” he asked, and you nodded, “This is something precious, and I am willing to wait as long as you need me to”

Another beat of silence passed, before you opened your mouth.

“I know” your voice came out quiet.

He smiled at you, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Let’s lay down, baby. Relax for me”

And you did. At least lay down, the relaxing part not so much.

“You want to kiss me, baby?” he asked, cupping your face with his hand.

You nodded, a little hesitantly.

“I want to… but, I don’t know how”

“You don’t need to think so much about it,” he said, moving closer to you, his breath ticklish on your skin, “I’ll teach you”

You let out a shaky exhale, fully expecting Michael to move right away. But he didn’t. He took his time observing your nervous expression, his thumb caressing along your skin steadily.

“Try and copy me, okay?”

Taking your hesitant nod as enough, his gaze dropped to your lips before he leaned in slowly. You closed your eyes, and he pressed his lips against yours just like usual, just a little peck that didn’t last longer than three seconds.

You opened your eyes again, wanting to protest, but then there was another peck, right after the last one. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, before squeezing them shut again. He continued giving you repeated little kisses to your lips. Just letting you adjust to the situation slowly.

But after a little while, he did something different. Instead of giving you another peck like you had expected, he slightly parted his lips, and moved them against yours. Your top lip got caught between his, making you gasp.

Michael pulled away slowly, his breath tickling your skin as he searched your eyes for any sign of discomfort. He was only met with your deeply flushed cheeks and widened eyes. He smiled at you.

“Too much?” he asked, and you were a little too quick to shake your head. You avoided his gaze, not ready to see the amusement that crossed his face. Your fingers found his shirt, holding onto the fabric tightly. He still cupped your cheek with his large hand, and leaned in again, kissing you the same way he just had. His lips lingering against yours longer, movements more passionate.

Eventually you found enough courage to try following his movements, parting your lips and moving them against his a little awkwardly, bumping your nose against his. You felt him smiling against your lips, before tilting his head, preventing your noses to intertwine again.

While you felt embarrassed, this new feeling blooming inside your chest overpowered it. You slowly got the hang of it, moving your lips with less insecurity than before. Michael’s hot breath against your skin felt nice, and your fingers tightened in his sweater. Though your lips were already tangled with each other, you felt the need to be even closer.

He could tell, he could always tell. His hand moved down to sling around your waist, before he pulled your body flush against his, making you wince in surprise before relaxing against him once more.

This is why I kept wanting more.

You snuck your hand up to his head hesitantly, burying your fingers in the hair at his nape. He hummed into the kiss, your stomach fluttering with excitement.

All of the kisses stayed slow and passionate. Of course Michael had been hoping for this moment. He'd been waiting patiently, knowing you'd come to him when you were ready. But he wouldn’t ever rush things for you. He wanted to make this a memorable experience filled with love and safety.

His smell surrounded your senses, distracting you. How were you supposed to learn anything from this if all you wanted to do was bury your nose in his neck and take in the familiar scent of his cologne?

Your lips moved against each other in familiarity now, your breathing a little heavier. Michael really was a good kisser, and as he tightened his grip on your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer, you sighed into the kiss. The sound of your lips smacking against each other blended with the long forgotten movie playing in the background.

His hand slowly caressed your back. A strange warmth spread through your body, unlike anything you'd ever felt. A heat stirring deep in your belly. You whined, confusion striking through your body from the new feeling.

He pulled away slowly, taking in your flushed face. You opened your eyes, but avoided his gaze with a shy smile.

“Are you okay, baby?” his voice was a little raspy as he asked quietly, his fingers cupping your chin.

You bit your lip, before hesitantly lifting your eyes, your hand in his hair holding on a little more urgent than before.

“I don’t know… I think this feels kinda,” you took a moment to find the right word, “new?”

He hummed, nodding his head.

“Try explaining what you feel, angel”

You scrunched your brows a little, not sure how to. And, you didn’t really want to talk, you missed his lips on yours already. God, what if this didn’t ease your longing but deepened your addiction?

“Mmh…, it’s like, a warm feeling,” you whispered, and his eyes never left yours, listening closely, “I-in my lower belly, it’s confusing Dada”

He gave you a soft smile.

“Does it feel bad?”

You gently shook your head.

“No… not bad,” you mumbled, “just, overwhelming”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No”

You had answered so fast it left you embarrassed, but Michael’s smile only widened into a quiet laugh.

“Okay baby” he murmured, before closing the distance, pressing his lips against yours once more. You could never get enough of this, and you already knew Michael was doomed. Because now you would be asking for this every ten minutes, taking way more time and effort than the little pecks.

Suddenly, you felt more than just his lips moving along yours, his tongue lapping at them ever so slightly in the same motion. You let out a breath of surprise, your head jerking back a bit. Your eyes fluttered open and searched his face with a shy, questioning look. You weren’t sure whether this was supposed to happen.

“Too much?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again. Heat spread from your cheeks to your ears.

“C-can you try it again?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but he still heard you. His hand moved to your shoulder, gently pushing you to lay on your back. He hovered over you now, one of his legs kneeling between yours, and as you looked up at him, you couldn’t help the flustering thought of how attractive you found him to be.

He observed your flushed face, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut. Feeling too shy to keep looking at him. Michael found that endearing, and took another moment to look at you before connecting your lips.

This time, you were less surprised to feel his warm tongue licking along your lips, but the heat in your belly only intensified. You remembered to copy his movements, and slowly, hesitantly stuck out your tongue to do the same to him.

But instead of grazing his lips, you glided along his own wet muscle, leaving you to whine out a little. It felt strange, but nontheless good.

You felt a new desire rising within yourself, chasing after him more urgently than before. Your fingers clutched the fabric around his waist tightly, pulling him a little closer. He took that as an invitation, and licked into your mouth. Everything felt so new, so different than anything you had ever felt before. But you still wanted to find out more.

You glided your tongue against his awkwardly, uncontrolled, but the warm hand that came to cup your jaw calmed you a little, slowing your movements. Everything felt too hot, and you became hyper aware of your own body, such as Michael’s above yours. His touch so hot against your face and waist it almost hurt.

His breathing was heavy, and he let out little grunts into your mouth. It left your core tingling, a new sensation. You weren’t stupid, nor naive. You realized this new feeling you had was arousal. But it was still strange, fogging up your mind.

Michael suddenly sucked your tongue into his mouth, a mewl escaped you, and your hips unconsciously bucked up into his leg. As it made contact with your center, it sent a sharp, electric jolt through your body.

You pulled away from him with a gasp, your hands pushing him away a bit while still clasping at him tightly. You tried squeezing your legs together, but only trapped his leg further between yours, causing you to let out a surprised moan as white pleasure seared through you.

Michael’s eyes widened in surprise, and as he saw your own slightly glossing over, guilt spread through him.

“Baby” he called you, out of breath.

You shook your head, pushing him away a little further.

“’s too much” you whispered.

He nodded, and moved his leg from in between yours, sitting beside you now while leaning over your torso.

“I’m sorry baby” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He never had the intention to overwhelm you.

You sat up now too, burying your face in your hands. It was burning, and you couldn’t bear to look at him.

“No, I’m sorry” you groaned into your palms. You felt a reassuring touch on your shoulder.

“Hey, look at me”

You regretted peeking through your fingers, the first thing having caught your attention being the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“I feel so stupid” you said, causing his brows to furrow.

“You’re not stupid, baby. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, this is new”

You didn’t give him a response, and the two of you just sat in silence for a few moments.

“Don’t you ever feel like I am too inexperienced?”

The sound of your voice came unexpected, and it took him a second to answer.

“No” he said. And it was the truth.

“I don’t mind discovering these things with you together. And I don’t mind doing that at your pace, angel”

You finally let your hands drop into your lap, staring at him with round eyes.

“Really?”

He breathed out a laugh, his hand still steadily rubbing your shoulder.

“Really”

You gave him a warm smile, and closed the distance between you to give him a hug.

“But…” you started smiling against his hair, “I liked this ‘new’ kissing, can we do it more often?”

Michael chuckled, holding you close.

“We can, baby. But don’t start asking every five minutes, we will spend all day kissing if you do”

“I don’t have anything against that”

You blurted it out in a drunk confession. Sitting on the carpet of Michael’s living room after a few glasses of champagne too many. It had been a few months after you had started dating, not living together yet, but Michael asked you to stay over frequently. Your relationship was passionate, intimate, and he spoiled you rotten, giving you a diamond collection after just a few months of calling him your boyfriend.

Your mind felt hazy from the alcohol, and you were sitting in a moment of silence, watching Michael pop a grape into his mouth way too sensually. Michael glanced at you from the corner of his eye, catching you staring at him. He smiled, adjusting his glasses a little.

“You’re staring at me” he stated, making you shrug.

“Got a problem with that, Mike?”

He shook his head with a gentle laugh, reaching out for another grape. This time, your eyes focused on his long fingers. God, they had you feeling a way. Making you remember nights, sprawled out beneath him while he buried them deep inside you. A shiver ran down your spine, and you took another sip from the bubbly liquid. It was the alcohol buzzing in you, that made you open your mouth in the first place.

“Can I tell you something, babe?” you lisped, and Michael turned his head to, raising his brows. He realized you were drunk, much more than him. Because, you never asked him like that, usually you would just blurt out your thoughts like the brat you were.

“Go ahead” he said, angling one of his legs and resting his arm on the knee. You tilted your head at him cutely.

“But you can’t tease me for it” you said, and Michael chuckled.

“Baby, how bad can it be? Just tell me, hm?” he reached out a hand to rub over your knee, trying to soothe you, but it only made you more nervous.

“Mh,” you started, biting your bottom lip before avoiding his gaze, “it’s kinda… naughty”

He raised his brows.

“Naughty?” he repeated, making sure he heard right. You nodded, not saying another word after. He just stared at you, waiting for you to continue.

“I can’t read your mind, princess, you gotta tell me”

You whined. Why couldn’t he?

“Like, you know…” your fingers started playing with the carpet, twisting the threads between your finger tips, “I like when you take care of me” you mumbled, meeting his eyes. Confusion struck his face.

“Take care of you?” he asked, “I already take of you”

You whined, frustrated that he couldn’t catch on.

“No, not like that”

He breathed out a laugh, watching your frustrated expression.

“Then?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud, and moved closer to him, climbing into his lap. He welcomed you instantly, hands finding their place on your hips and rubbing circles over the fabric of your clothes.

You slung your arms around his neck, and buried your face there, taking in his smell.

“You smell so good” you mumbled.

“Mh, now would you tell me what you wanted to say?” he pulled away from you, searching for eye contact, but you still kept silence, trying to find the right words.

"Baby, you're gonna have to help me out here"

"I am helping"

"You're sitting in my lap and complimenting my cologne"

"That's helping"

"No, that's distracting me"

You smiled a little, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

“Come on, where is my bratty girl, you’re never shy to speak your mind”

You breathed in deeply, eyes not daring to leave the buttons between your fingers.

“I don’t know… I have just been thinking about… a specific name I want to try”

His arms from your hips to your waist, hugging you close as he tilted his head down, finding your eyes.

“A name? Something you want to call me?”

You nodded, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth.

“Won’t you tell me what name you were thinking about?”

You searched his eyes for reassurance, and they were full of honesty and concern.

“Like, maybe…” you gulped, “something like… daddy?”

You wanted to bury yourself right then and there, the alcohol leaving your thoughts to spin in a circle.

Michael smiled, and furrowed his brows in slight confusion.

“That’s all?” he started, “That’s what you’ve been so nervous about?”

You nodded, trying to hide your face in his shoulder again, but he didn’t let you. He grabbed onto your chin gently, pulling it up and forcing you to look at him. You were still nervous, and even more embarrassed. Not a good combination with the alcohol, it made you babble non sense.

“If you don’t like it you can tell me, I know it’s kinda weird because you’re so much older and tabloids are alre-”

He shushed you by pressing his hand over your mouth softly, causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“None of that, baby. Stop overthinking” he said quietly, “Come on, try it, try calling me daddy”

Hearing the word out of his mouth had you blushing as he slowly pulled his hand off of your mouth. You considered it, but as you parted your lips, nothing came out. You closed them again and shook your head before burying your head in Michael’s neck.

“I can’t” you whispered against his skin, your breath ticklish.

He hummed, and ran a hand over your hair.

“But you want it?” he asked.

“I do…” you mumbled, clutching onto his shirt a little tighter.

“Can you look at me?”

You sighed, but obeyed to his request, sitting up once more and making eye contact with Michael. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, observing your face.

“How long did you keep this from me?”

You looked into his eyes, that appeared rounder behind his glasses.

“I don’t know, maybe a few weeks?”

His eyes widened just slightly.

“That long?”

“I was just embarrassed” you shrugged, your nervousness easing a little. He tilted his head, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt and rubbing slow circles into your skin.

“Embarrassed? You? Before me?”

You smiled, and weakly punched against his chest. He only laughed. A moment of silence followed, and you relaxed into his touch, closing your eyes for a second.

“Why that one?” he asked, the sound of his voice startling you a bit.

You thought about an answer, though you already had it, and heat spread across your face.

“Well,” you started, voice becoming a little smaller, “I just feel, safe with you… and I like when you kinda…” you interrupted yourself, noticing how intensely Michael was staring at you.

“No, go on. I want to hear it” he reassured you.

“Mh, sometimes, you’re kinda unintentionally rough, and I like it… but then you’re also so caring at the same time and, ugh” you groaned, your hands flying up to cover your face in frustration. Your explanation sounded so stupid out loud.

“And, I just always had that fantasy” you mumbled into your hands. Michael pried them away gently, holding onto your wrists with an amused smile.

“What fantasy?”

You whined. Why was he asking so many questions?

“Calling someone more… experienced, older, that name” you said, and he nodded in understanding, taking in your words for moment.

He hummed in confirmation, more to himself than to you, and you let your gaze fall, tracing your finger over his belt buckle as a distraction.

“I like that” he said, simple. Your eyes snapped up to his face.

“You do?”

He nodded, relaxing against the front of the couch.

“Not just about the name,” he started, “taking care of you, fully. Baby, you could’ve told me this sooner, then I could have met your needs the right way”

You felt your body heating up a little. This was exactly why you had the urge to call him daddy, he had this natural selfless side to him. Wanting to take care of you just how you needed it, noticing when something’s wrong immediately. Your eyes fell to his lips, and you felt this sudden urge to kiss him. He noticed, and gave you a small smile.

“Princess,” his hand reached up to caress your cheek, “I can see what you’re looking at” he chuckled, making you smile.

“Then can’t you give me what I want?” you whispered, meeting his eyes.

His hand moved to hold onto your jaw, holding you in place as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering right above yours, teasingly.

“Try it” he whispered, eyes fixed on your plush lips. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to do it, shaking your head ever so slightly. He closed the distance between you, pressing a soft peck against you, before connecting to you in open mouthed kisses. You moaned softly into the kiss, pulling him closer to you by his neck.

You tried licking at his lips, wanting to be closer, wanting taste his warm mouth, but he denied you. Making you whine in frustration. He pulled away from you, and placed another soft peck on your cheek.

“Why’d you stop” you asked, frustration clear in your face. He gave you an endearing smile, before pulling you off of his lap. He stood, and offered you a hand.

“Come on” he said, pulling you up from the floor and leading you up the stairs, to his bedroom.

Somehow, the room smelled even more like him, than he himself, and you felt yourself relax instantly. He sat you on the bed, and took his place next to, before switching on the dim bedside lamp. He took of his glasses and placed it next to the lamp carefully, before cupping your cheek. You leaned into the touch unconsciously, giving him a small smile.

“You’re such a pretty, smart, and confident young women” he praised. And all of the sudden, you felt shy. It wasn’t like he never gave you any compliments, but this felt different. More intimate.

Michael wanted to have you relaxed, comfortable and appreciated. He wanted to satisfy you the best he could, take care of you just how you wanted. He took another moment to look at you, take in your features and brand them into his brain.

“Lay down, baby” he ordered, and you did, though hesitant and slow, not knowing what to expect. You watched him through your lashes, as he moved to lay beside you, opening his arms.

“C’mere” he said, holding you close as you settled against his warm body.

“Ever done that before?” he mumbled into your hair, his fingers gently threading through it, “with someone else, I mean”

You shook your head, glad to be able to naturally hide your face in his chest. You parted your lips, but took several seconds before actually speaking.

“Did you?” your voice came out smaller than intended, and you heard him smiling.

“Won’t you get jealous if I tell you?”

You furrowed your brows a bit.

“Probably… but I still wanna know”

He chuckled, but remained silent.

“Tell me” you said in a demanding tone, lifting your head from his chest to look at his face. His eyes were widened in amusement.

“Promise not to get jealous?”

“Absolutely not”

He snorted a little, of course, what did he expect?

“I did” he confessed, watching your expression slightly change. You stared at him for three whole seconds, before letting out a huff.

“Interesting”

“Baby,” he laughed, pinching your cheek, “you asked about it and I was honest”

“Doesn’t mean I need to like the answer,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him, “was she prettier than me?”

Michael let out a genuine laugh, throwing his head back a little, causing you to pout.

“Never” he told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He thought the topic was over, beginning to roam his hand over your body, caressing your waist and arm.

“Okay, but how old was she?”

He didn’t stop his affection, and just looked at you with furrowed brows.

“I don’t remember”

“Liar”

He playfully rolled his eyes.

“Older than you”

That was enough to satisfy you, planting a smile on your face.

“What?” he poked your side teasingly, making you yelp from the ticklish feeling, “You like that?”

“Shut up” you said, pushing him slightly by his chest.

He made a clicking noise with his tongue.

“Ah, language, little girl” and his words had your skin feeling hotter than before, “Tell me”

You shrugged, drawing patterns on the fabric over his shoulder.

“I like that you’re older than me”

“Do you? Why?”

You groaned.

“Michael, you’re asking too many questions”

“No avoiding, tell me baby”

You glared at him, before biting your lip.

“I don’t know… I just like it. You take care of me and you’re so attentive and – experienced”

He raised a brow at you, and you took in his face. His slightly rougher skin, the shadow of his beard, his plush lips and round eyes. The words escaped your lips before you could think about it twice.

“And you look so mature, it’s hot”

Your own eyes widened as you realized the words that had come out of your mouth, while Michael gave you a cocky grin.

“Is it?”

You dropped your head to his chest in annoyance, wishing to disappear into the mattress and be gone forever. Your body shook slightly as he laughed beneath you.

“I think you’re hot too, but not because of your age, just you” he chuckled, making you whine louder.

“Please stop” your voice came out muffled against his shirt.

His laugh quieted down after a few seconds, and you just laid there together, adjusting yourself to be a little more comfortable again. Minutes passed like this, his hand never stopping to roam over your soft curves. It wasn’t until he squeezed your waist a little harder, pulling you closer, until you felt his breath on your skin, that a little gasp escaped you.

He pressed a kiss against your temple, before moving his hand further down, over your butt and down to your thighs, squeezing at the flesh. Your hands pawed at his torso, wanting to be closer, but he didn’t make another move. Didn’t kiss you, didn’t undress you. He simply continued caressing you, his eyes fixated on your face the whole time. He actually pulled away from you a little. The sound of the sheets rustling as he propped his head up on his arm suddenly loud in the quiet room. He wanted to get a better look at you.

His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your ribs and tummy, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You sighed softly, relaxing further into the pillows and closing your eyes.

“There you go, baby, just enjoy yourself” he whispered, his raspy voice sending tingles to your core. You focused on his touch, it was probably the gentlest he had ever touched you.

You felt the need of being grounded, reaching out for him, wanting to grab his arm, his hand, face, anything. But he was quick to pull his hand from your shirt and stop you. His fingers carefully circling around your wrist as he pushed it back to your side. You opened your eyes, and stared at him in confusion.

You tried reaching out for him again, but were rejected once more.

“Hands off, baby”

“Michae-”

He interrupted you with a firm, yet gentle tone.

“Mh-mh, listen to daddy”

You froze, mouth drying up. Every thought in your brain stumbled over the other at once. For weeks, the title and the shameful imaginations that came with it had only existed in your mind. Locked away preciously for no one to see.

You had gathered all your courage to even express your fantasy out loud, not even managing to directly say it to him.

But here Michael was, saying it casually, bluntly, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like it didn’t make your heart feel as though it had forgotten to beat. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

The room suddenly felt even quieter than before. His fingers still circled around your wrist burning and his cologne lingering between the sheets while the bedside lamp buzzed softly.

But everything seemed distant, because of three words he had said.

Listen to daddy.

Heat suddenly rushed into your face, so quickly that it almost hurt, and you stared at Michael, who seemed totally unfazed. His expression was calm, as if he hadn’t short-circuited every functioning thought in your head, which somehow made it worse.

He placed your arm behind your back gently without a word, making you feel extremely vulnerable. You avoided his eyes, alternating between closing them and opening them again, feeling helpless.

“Relax” he cooed, before picking up his earlier touch beneath your shirt. You waited for him to say more, tease you, anything. But it never came. He just kept observing you in silence, looking down at you. You wanted to look at him so badly, wanted to see the expression on his face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

His hand moved up to your face, his thumb stroking against your heated cheek, and you couldn’t take it anymore, finally looking up. You found him already staring into your eyes, a warm look of adoration plastered across his face.

“You’re so cute when you get shy, baby” he whispered, not teasingly, but genuine. You felt your ears burning up too now, the urge to hold onto him getting stronger by the second. You wet your lips, mouth still feeling dry before gulping.

“Please, Michael” you started, voice a little shaky, “I need-” you stopped yourself, getting embarrassed. He waited patiently for you to continue speaking.

“I want to touch you” you mumbled.

He hummed in acknowledgment.

“No, baby”

You scrunched up your brows a little.

“Why..?”

He raised his palm to caress over your hair.

“Because you need to ask daddy for permission, not Michael”

Your breathing seemed to hitch for a second, and your stomach dropped as he kept staring at you calmly. You suddenly realized that this wasn’t just a fantasy in your head anymore, but that it happened in reality. And Michael knew. In your head, you had control over the dynamic, what would happen and how it would happen.

But here? It was all taken away from you and put into Michael’s hands. And while the loss of control slightly terrified you, it also left you excited.

His thumb brushed over your plush lips, and he leaned down slowly, before pressing a peck against them. You tried chasing him, wanting to deepen the kiss, wanting it to last, but he didn’t let you. He kept his distance by placing his hand on your shoulder firmly.

You felt your eyes stinging, tears welling up, surprising you. You were confused, thinking there was no reason to cry, but in reality, you had been carrying this weight around with you for weeks. The emotional vulnerability it took for you to tell him and him actually understanding and acting on it overwhelmed you. Incredibly.

Your hand came from your back again, your fingers were burning to touch him. But even this time, your hand was pushed away, firmer than before.

“Michael…” your voice came out in a tremble, “I need to”

Of course he noticed your eyes becoming glassy, your lip slightly trembling in a pout as you held back the tears, but he wasn’t there yet.

“That’s not what I need to hear, baby”

You exhaled shakily, looking into his eyes and searching for any sign of disapproval, or rejection. But there was nothing but patience and love.

Your tongue felt heavy and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, before slightly opening your mouth. You closed it again a few times, gathering all the courage you had.

“Please,” you tried blinking away the tears, but it was too late, a single one already escaping and rolling down your cheek, “...daddy”

Michael let go of your wrist, and you clutched onto him instantly, burying your face in his shoulder.

“That’s my girl, that’s it baby” he cooed, holding you tight.

Michael’s hand slid up the back of your head, gently threading his fingers through your hair.

“There you go” he murmured.

You held onto him tighter, one hand circling around his arm while the other clutched his shirt. A few silent tears rolled down your cheeks, and you proceeded to bury your face further into him, wanting to hide.

He pressed a kiss against your forehead, and pulled you closer.

“No more being nervous, baby” he said softly, “You don’t have to carry that around anymore.

Your throat tightened, and he seemed to notice immediately. Of course he did.

“Hey,” his thumb brushed under your eye, catching another tear before it could fall, “You’re okay”

You nodded, sniffling a little. You were okay because he was there.

“Good girl”

The praise wasn’t teasing, nor demanding. It almost sounded like it contained pride.

You melted at the nickname, slinging one leg over his hip, before looking up at him through wet eyes. His palm moved to your thigh, steadying your leg on his body and gently squeezing the flesh.

“That’s my girl”

Michael couldn’t stop the praise spilling from his mouth, nor the smile he gave you. You held his gaze for multiple moments, before dropping it to his lips. You wanted to feel them on your own, wanted to taste him. So you leaned in, trying to steal a kiss. But he gently stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. A whine escaped your throat.

“Ask for it, baby”

You pouted, one finger finding the sharp line of his jaw, tracing along it.

“Can I have a kiss please?”

He smiled at you, and gently shook his head.

“Forgot something, baby”

A deep blush crept to your cheeks, and you returned his smile.

“Can I have a kiss…?” you bit your lip, pausing yourself while looking at him, “Please, daddy?”

“What a good girl you are” he whispered, before leaning down and softly pressing his lips against yours.

It was as if you melted against him instantly, hands on his body loosening up a bit, eyes fluttering shut. He started sweet. Pressing multiple pecks against your lips, before transitioning into open mouthed kisses. Your breaths were hot and heavy against each other, and his mere presence seemed to overwhelm you. You wanted to get closer to him, but push him off at the same time from feeling too much at once.

And he was still going slow and passionate with his lips, gently cradling your cheek in his large hand, guiding your face against his. But maybe exactly that was what overwhelmed you. The certainty in him. The patience.

The quiet confidence with which he guided you.

Your fingers clawed at him, and you let out a small, barely audible whine against his mouth. He pulled away slowly, your lips sticking together, before he leaned his forehead against yours and searched your eyes.

“You’re okay baby” he whispered, “Want daddy to go slower?”

You gulped, and thought for a moment. The answer wasn’t as simple as a yes or no. Because it was both. You gently shook your head.

“I don’t know”

Your answer was honest. He kept waiting for you to continue your thoughts out loud, but there was nothing.

“Baby, do you trust me?” he asked, and instantly, there was a nod. You did nothing more than that.

He waited another moment, before connecting your lips again. This time a little less careful, his hands gripping your hips a little harder than before, guiding you to lay on your back while he leaned over you.

His scent overwhelmed your senses, his tongue prodding at your lips, asking for entrance. You allowed him, and soon your taste buds where overflowing with the flavor of his mouth. You sighed into him, his hot muscle gliding along your tongue slowly, trying to savor the taste of you as deeply as possible.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands finding his hair at the back of his neck and gently holding on to it, the only sound in the room coming from your lips smacking against each other.

He pulled away slightly, breathing heavy. You whined in protest, forcing him closer again with your arms. He breathed out a soft laugh as you chased his lips again, and he let it slide. Roaming his tongue around your mouth before eventually trailing his kisses away from it.

He started with the corner of your lips, then to your cheek and jaw, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses against your warm skin. Your breathing became heavier by the minute, senses swamped by Michael, his lips wandering down to your sensitive neck. An embarrassingly loud moan left your throat as he gently nibbled and sucked on the skin, and your grip on his hair tightened.

“Daddy…” you gasped, the word slipping automatically now, intensifying the flush on your face.

He pulled away with a hum, speaking against your skin.

“Yes baby, that’s it” he murmured, giving another peck to your neck, “I’m your daddy”

A warm feeling spread in your heart and your core. Something about Michael referring to himself as daddy, has you squirming inside.

He kept abusing your neck with his lips, dark marks blooming on the skin wherever his lips touched, and his hand slipped beneath your shirt, roaming around your soft skin before cupping over your bra clad boob. You could feel his erection pressing into your leg, and everything felt too much. Too good, too affected, your breathing coming out staggered.

“Stop”

It came out in a small whimper, barely audible, but he followed your request without doubt. He lifted his head, and searched your eyes for discomfort.

You pulled lightly at his black strands.

“I just need a second” you breathed, and he nodded in understanding, in reassurance.

He stayed exactly where he was, not rushing back into anything. One hand remained in your hair, his thumb absently stroking behind your ear while he searched your face, waiting for your breathing to steady. There wasn't an ounce of impatience in him. If you needed another minute, he'd give you another minute. You had calmed down significantly, and gave him a small smile.

“I’m okay now” you whispered, one hand reaching down to fumble with his buttons. He returned the smile, before continuing his actions on your neck. He slowly slid his hand between your legs, rubbing his palm over your clothed heat. You bucked your hips against him instinctively, chasing the feeling of pressure against your clit while softly gasping. He let his lips go of your neck, his other hand still cradling your head.

“Ah-ah, don’t move your hips”

You stilled, your lips turning into a frown. He smiled, a little amused by your expression.

“Patience, little girl” he whispered against your ear, before gently nibbling on your lobe. You whined, not wanting to be patient anymore. But your thoughts were soon erased as he pressed his palm a little more into you, intensifying the pleasure. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, your eyes fluttering shut.

“D-daddy please” you whimpered, needing more, needing him.

“Sssh baby, I’m here, tell me what you need”

“Need you, daddy” you said quietly, “Want you inside”

You stared into his eyes as you spoke, watching him bite his lip and exhale through his nose.

“Not yet” he decided, before moving his fingers to the button of your pants, undoing it before sliding beneath your cotton panties. You gasped as his cold fingers ran through your glistening heat, mouth falling apart as he teased you.

“Look at me” his voice was firm, strict, and he stared at you intensely as you followed his words.

He slipped two of his long finger into your clenching hole, your brows furrowing and eyes slightly watering as you pressed your head further into the pillows.

He kept his eyes on your face the whole time, eating up your reaction as if it was dessert. His brows slightly lifted, and his eyes widened ever so slightly as he gave you a small nod.

“So tight f’me baby, for daddy” he murmured, and you nodded, your eyes rolling back ever so slightly as he started moving his fingers, slowly.

“What a good girl, takin’ my fingers so well, hm?”

You moaned out, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt.

“’s good” you gasped, subconsciously spreading your legs a little further. He smiled at you.

“So good, baby? That’s right, that’s it, that’s my girl”

And with that, he finally began curling his fingers into your sweet spot, leaving your back to arch off the bed, your eyes fluttering shut. You were impressed at how he always seemed to remember your good spots, not even taking him long to find them when you first started dating. He left you addicted on him.

“Right there” you breathed, leaning your head further into his hand, “’s the spot, daddy”

Michael let out a silent groan, his brows scrunching together a little.

“That’s the spot baby? The spot that leaves you trembling?”

You nodded, and he actually slowed his pace, though pressing his fingers harder into the spongey tissue of your g-spot. You arched into him, arms circling around him and trying to pull him closer as he left you seeing stars. He started pressing the heel of his palm into your clit, stimulating it while curling his fingers inside of you. A string of shameful moans left you, toes curling.

You felt your orgasm approaching fast now, your core tightening as you clenched around Michael’s fingers. Your hand reached down to grab Michael’s wrist, trying to stop him, already feeling overstimulated. But he was having none of that.

“Hands off” he ordered, his gaze burning on you. You let go of him, though shook your head softly.

“’m close daddy, ‘s too much” your voice came out breathy, moans interrupting your words. But he didn’t stop. He had you exactly where he wanted you, and he continued what he was doing.

Your orgasm hit you hard, your vision blurring, fingers digging into Michael’s body, anywhere you could grab. A string of moans and little gasps of “Daddy” left your mouth as your walls fluttered around him. It rolled through you in hot waves, leaving you a trembling mess until he pulled out his hand from your pants, sticking his fingers in between his lips and sucking off your sweet juices.

You watched him doing so, breathless and shaking from your high.

“Y’taste so good, baby” he whispered, giving a small peck to your forehead, before sitting up. His fingers hooked into your pants, pulling them off along with your panties, revealing your dripping cunt to him. He groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing.

“Fuck baby,” he started, his hands beginning to unbutton his shirt, “Daddy’s gonna take you now, going to take it like a big girl, right?”

Your breath got stuck in your throat at his lewd words, instead of giving him an answer, you took off your own shirt and bra, leaving you entirely naked underneath him. You watched him closely, as he shrugged off his shirt, the way his fingers handled the belt buckle. And as he finally took off his pants, revealing his hard length, hanging heavily between his legs, you couldn’t help but reach out for him. He let you, just long enough for you to stroke along his base two times, letting out a sigh.

His cock was hot and heavy in your hand, and you felt yourself spreading your legs wider, welcoming him. He took a hold of your wrist, and pushed it off of him.

“Enough” he said, voice shaky, “Daddy has no more patience”

He positioned himself between your legs, gliding his tip over your slick folds a few times, before teasingly prodding at your hole. You whined, hands finding his hips and holding onto him. He smiled at your cute, wordless protest, and finally pushed himself inside. Slowly, just the tip. But it still left him to moan out, and your legs to tremble.

“More” you mewled, clawing your nails into his bare skin.

“Mh-mh baby, just the tip” he breathed, “Just feel me”

You huffed in frustration, wanting to feel everything, wanting all of him.

He started thrusting his fat tip in and out of you slowly, humming at the feeling. But it wasn’t enough, you were needy, wanted more.

“Daddy please,” you moaned, lifting your head to see him sliding between your folds, “I need more, ‘s not enough”

He chuckled lowly, before burying himself inside of you with one swift motion. You felt so full, and though you had sex so frequently, you never seemed to adjust to his size. Your legs squeezed around him, and your hands on his hips tried pushing him away as you whimpered.

“Look at you baby, you’re so impatient, but when I give you what you want,” he paused, gathering your wrists into his own hands, “you try pushing me away with your weak little hands”

You shook your head, and he grabbed both of your wrists into just one of his hands, holding them together firmly.

“’m so full” you gasped, “you’re too big”

He smiled, pride swelling in his chest before he started thrusting into you with a steady grind of his hips. The moans leaving you became unstoppable as he bumped against your cervix deliciously.

“That’s a good girl” he groaned, “taking daddy so well”

You sighed at his praise, your cunt clenching around him, causing him to hiss. But he didn’t scold you, he just let you do it, continuing his steady pace, skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. You tried grabbing at his hand that was holding your wrists together, stretching out your fingers. He let go of you, and intertwined his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze onto him tightly. You needed that touch, grounding you.

“Daddy..” you whined, he waited for you to continue, thinking you had more to say, but you didn’t. Instead, you whined for him once more, making his chest warm.

“That’s it baby, keep calling out for me” he breathed, picking up his pace, “Daddy’s here”

And you did, the word spilling from your mouth over and over again, blending with your whimpering. As he kept abusing your cervix, the pleasure blinding, you felt your second orgasm approaching, your thighs starting to shake around his waist, your hand squeezing his tighter. His thumb came down to your sensitive numb, beginning to circle, but you brushed it away.

“No,” you gasped, and he gave you a confused look, “wanna cum from just you”

“My sweet girl” his voice was trembling now, the coil in his own stomach tightening, “it’s alright, you can cum”

You mewled, and it didn’t take you much longer to climax, hot white blurring your vision, as he filled you up with his seed, your walls tightly clenching around his length giving him the rest.

He sent the both of you into overstimulation, grunting through it, hips shaking against you, before letting himself collapse between your legs. You breath was heavy, such as his, hot against the skin of your shoulder. You threaded your fingers through his hair, sighing in relief as he peppered little kisses against your skin.

He lifted his head, fixing on your eyes, only to find them filled with endearment. You realized just how much you had trusted him, and gave yourself into his hands with all your vulnerability. A tight and warm feeling spread through your chest, and you gave him a small smile. He returned it, before giving you a gentle peck.

“You alright?” he asked, eyes filled with concern. You nodded, not quite ready to speak yet.

“Y’did so well baby” he praised, and you cupped his jaw in your hand. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.

“Did you like it?”

Your voice snapped him out, his eyes opening and finding yours before he gave you a warm smile.

“I like it a lot, baby” he said, and the last little ounce of insecurity fled your body.