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In excitement? Confusion? Arousal? Maybe all. A hard lump settled in his throat, looking around to see if anyone noticed but of course everyone was too caught up in the next ride, they were about to get on.

A bit let down he was leaving early, he knew it was deserved. He knew what he was doing, pushing you to your limits until you snapped. A strike of fear ran through his heart feeling the almost painful grip of his wrist in your hand.

Once you both got into the car, you remained quiet. “Do you want me to drive?” Michael’s meek voice spoke up, a sad attempt at a peace offering. You were so irritated, you couldn’t even fathom to respond. He shut his mouth, fidgeting around during the drive home.

The car was dead silent, radio on mute, windows rolled up, only the sound of tires driving and other cars. Michael's shoe tapped against the car floor, making quick glances at you. Once you parked into the driveway, you didn’t get out.

“Go upstairs and take your clothes off.” You told him while your eyes remained on the windshield, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He knew better than to respond, settling on getting out the car and going upstairs.

You waited a few more minutes and let out a sigh, getting out of the car and heading inside. The house was dead silent, only sound being keys jingling in your hand as you ascended upstairs.

Stepping in, there sat Michael on the bed, hands clasped together on his thighs, soft bare skin revealed. His doe eyes looked up at you, hands now resting on his knees.

The silence felt heavy between the two of you and his lips rubbed together waiting for your next move.

A small smile formed on your lips, and he felt his heart drop to his ass.

•••

“P-please.” He begged, eyes glazed over in tears. The wet squelching of your hand pumping his dick sounded in the room. The television played lowly as you fixated on it, legs keeping a tight hold on Michael’s body with his back pressed against your chest.

Your shoulder caught the weight of his head as it fell back against you. He swiped his tongue against his lips, swollen from biting on them. “M-mama—”

“Shut up and watch.” You sped up your pace, using your other hand to grasp his jaw, directing his focus to the tv. The rule was he couldn’t cum before the movie ended, and he could’ve cried realizing he hasn’t even reached the hour mark yet.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Tears began to roll down his face. “You sorry, baby? Should’ve thought about that earlier.” You sarcastically pouted. The angry, leaking head wet your palm as you focused on his tip.

A whine fell from him, thrusting his hips into the air involuntarily. “M-mama, I’m gonna cum.” He warned, fingers squeezing your thighs. Your actions came to a halt and a smile graced your face as you tightened your grip around his dick.

Michael’s breath caught in his throat as you denied him yet another orgasm. All because he wanted a little attention. Just to see how far he could take it, now he’s stuck between your legs going through absolute torture.

A painful cry rung in the air, body screaming for his release. “Breathe. In and out.” You instructed him noticing the quick breaths he was taking. As he followed your directions, he closed his eyes, chest slowing down.

Once his body returned to its starting point, you began pumping again. Sensitive and tender, his breathing hitched followed by the slow roll of his eyes. Drool spilled from the corner of his lips and his fingers twitched against your thigh.

A sinfully angelic sight.

Broken moans spilled from his lips, and not a single thought was going through his head. Only the feel of your hand pleasuring him. Sweat was glazed over his body, overheated from the constant stimulation he was under.

You pressed a soft kiss against his forehead, damp skin against your lips. A small whimper tumbled from his mouth. His lips opened to say something but was choked back by a moan.

“You need something, baby?” You cooed, using his jaw to turn his head towards you. He forced his eyes to look at you before nodding.

“I don’t know, do you think you’ve been good?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise. I-I’ll do anything for you.” He whimpered. Mind teetering between the edge of reaching his breaking point, his dick twitched in your hand. Stiff and thick. Beads of pre cum rolling out in a hurry.

Even though the movie isn’t close to over, you could tell he was starting to lose it. Delivering a soft kiss to the shell of his ear, you whispered, “cum for mama.”

With a sharp inhale, Michael let out a whiny moan as ropes of nut immediately shot out of his tip. Lanky limbs shaking against you, you held him tighter as he let go.

Thick spurts of cum splayed across his abdomen and your knuckles. Continuous whimpers spilled from his mouth, eyebrows furrowed as he watched your fist continue stroking him.

Overstimulation wasn’t too far behind, legs twitching with a quick yelp when your fingers brushed against his tip. “I-I came already.”

“I know, baby, but you said you’ll do anything for me,” you pressed a kiss against his cheek, noticing his eyes widen.

“And mama wants you to take everything she’s gonna give.”