You and Michael were curled together on the couch, the glow of candlelight softening the room into warm shadows. The movie played quietly in the background, forgotten, as you rested against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It felt safe. Comfortable. Intimate in that quiet, late-night way that only came after a long day shared.

But your thoughts refused to stay calm.

Being this close to him always did that to you, the way his arm rested around your shoulders, the way his thumb absent-mindedly brushed against your skin. You shifted slightly, trying to settle the restless feeling building inside your lower region.

Since the start of the relationship Michael always did everything to please you, be it in normal situations or sexually intense situations. Michael always focused on your pleasure, eating your pussy like a man starved, till you’ve came atleast once before he takes his time, slowly feeding his shaft into your throbbing cunt, rocking your world till you were totally fucked out.

You squeeze your thighs together in an desperate attempt to soothe the ache,the dirty thoughts making your pussy gush.

Michael noticed instantly.

He always did.

He glanced down at you, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips.

“Hey… you okay?” he asked softly.

You looked away, heat creeping into your cheeks. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just…” You hesitated, fingers tightening lightly in his shirt. “I was thinking about us.”His smile faded into something gentler, more curious. “Us how?”

You swallowed. “About how you always take care of me. How you always make me feel… wanted.” You took a breath. “I just want to do the same for you.“ For a moment he didn’t speak. He just looked at you, really looked at you — the kind of gaze that made your stomach flutter.

“Baby,” he said quietly, “you already do.”“But I want to do more,” you murmured, finally meeting his eyes.

Something shifted between you. The air felt thicker. Warmer. Michael cleared his throat, glancing away for half a second before looking back at you. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“I know,” you said softly. “I just want to.”

Michael blushes but you can see the way his gaze turns a few shades darker, his pupils slightly dilating at the implication you just made. His mind wanders off, imagining you on your knees, looking up at him while sucking on his length, his pants tightening by the second. „Baby I don’t want to hurt you and your beautiful mouth-„ but you cut him off „I can take it, please Michael.“ you desperately beg, staring up at him while giving him your best puppy eyes which you know he can’t resist.

And Michael ever the gentleman thinks about it, but come one at the end of the day he’s just a man and his cock is painfully straining against his pants, while his girlfriend is practically begging to suck his aching cock. He reached for your hand, gently lacing his fingers through yours. “Come here,” he murmured and pulls you between his spread thighs, making sure your comfortable on the fluff carpet on the floor.

As your face to face with his huge bulge the confidence leaves you, taking his length in your tight pussy is one thing, but taking it in your mouth is a whole other story.

„Come on baby open my pants.“ Michael instructs, sensing your hesitation, while he intensively stares down at you, while your small hands fiddle with his belt before you undo his zipper and pull his pants down, leaving Michael in his boxers.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick shaft, leaving a clear imprint in his boxers, the rosy tip peeking out. You pull down his boxers and Michael’s breath hitches. You shyly place a hand around his thick shaft slowly stroking up an down making Michael groan in relief „yeah…just like that baby.“ he mumbles more to himself than to you.

You lean forward licking a stripe up his cock making him whimper in approval“mhm good girl.“ his right hand moving to the back of your head, just resting not pushing, just encouraging you to continue. You slowly move, kissing up his throbbing shaft before you gently wrap your plush lips around his fat tip sucking ever so slightly. You lock eyes with Michael, his eyes hooded watching your every move.

You start to bop your head up and down trying to take more of his large shaft into your mouth, his hand still resting on the back of your head. You swirl your tongue around him while bopping up and down, drawing desperate whimpers from Michael’s mouth, those noise encouraging you to further please him.

„Fuck…you feel so good baby.“ Michael whimpers in a hoarse tone, his left hand gripping the couch hard, trying to keep still and resist the overwhelming urge to just budge his hips up to fuck your mouth. But he doesn’t want to hurt his precious angel so he tries to maintain control.

You continue bopping up and down drawing soft moans from Michael, your panties dampening by the second but your on a mission to make him cum with just your mouth so you ignore the throbbing between your legs.

Michael’s whimpers and moans grow louder and you feel his heavy ball tightening, one hand softly caressing them while you continue to suck his shaft like there’s no tomorrow. „Mhmm fuck I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop now.“ Michael pants, his head thrown back and his eyes scrunched together, trying to hold on.

But holding on isn’t your plan so you continue with your viscous attack till you feel his thick shaft pulsing in your mouth and Michael moaning while gripping your hair, pushing you down on his length while thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat.

You swallow it and stick out your tongue for Michael to see and god that look on his face makes ur throbbing cunt even worse. „Fuck baby, you did so good for me, so good for daddy. Now let me touch you, I know that you need it.“ he states, pulling you up to lay down on the couch……