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and with him across the country in new york for a charity event is no exception. the night has been a long one, one with countless speeches and donations, a moment of rest as the attendees are left to mingle with each other for the rest of the night. which left him seated at a round table with humanitarians and celebrities alike as they continue to pull conversation out of him to only get brisk replies or curt nods from him. and it leaves him thinking, regrettably so, that he should've listen to you when you had peeked over his shoulder when he got the invitation to the event that allowed him to bring a plus one. knowing that if you had been here the two of you would've been disappeared, a signature the two of you have adapted since your arrangement started. doing something far more entertaining for the both of you at the hotel that overlooks the city.

right on time his phone dings from where it's placed on the table. wasting no time to pick it up just for another ding to follow shortly after the other. suppressing a small smirk because he already knows it's you, you always have a way of knowing when he's thinking about you.

a hand coming up to fiddle with the inside of his suit coat to pull out his glasses and place them on the bridge of his nose before swiping into the device. large finger pressing on the messaging app and then your contact name just to be met with the breathtaking sight of your breast on his screen. his eyes beyond his glasses widening and mouth falling agap. staring at his screen for far too long, eyes tracing over the plumpness of your breast as his hand's grip around his phone tightens at the thought of how soft and pliable you are.

a group of people at a near by table snaps him out of his trance as their laughs reach every corner of the ballroom. licking his lips and straightening his back, not realizing that he had subconsciously slouched to conceal the beauty on his screen for just himself. his hand coming up to rub at his mouth, looking over both of his shoulders before turning back to ogle at what you sent him, but now pulling the phone closer to his face.

your manicured hand (curtsy of michael's pocket) lightly rest on the side of one of your breast as your arm props them up, making them look somehow more enticing than they already are. biting his lips as his eyes train in on your nipples, your areola's are a darker brown and your nipples are pebbled. the thoughts in his head become raunchier as he envisions if you pinched and rolled them or if you worked yourself up so much that they peaked on their own. either way it has him shifting in the uncomfortable chair and heart racing at the adrenaline from viewing such a thing in public, let alone a charity event. his free hand that lays on his thigh is now pinching at the expensive material of his suit slacks just at the same way he pinches at your nipples when he's turning you into a withering begging mess.

and somehow the fuzziness of the picture makes it better, making it seem more heaven sent. he wishes he could save it like the way you've shown him a few times, but every time he tries something always ends up going wrong, so he settles on waiting when he returns home to have you do so (after ravishing for being such a needy mess for him to send him such a lewd photo just to get his attention) not yet so accustomed to the new technology.

only then does his eyes trail down to the message below the photo ⎯ "missing you :-( come home now" ⎯ chuckling at the message because of course you, only you, the brat that you are would demand for him to come home not even twenty four hours since his departure. but luckily for you the trip isn't a long one and he will be home just in time before tomorrow night.

it takes a few moments for him to type out a response, muttering under his breath as he keeps having to hit the backspace button just to accidentally his the wrong button on the small device. but eventually he gets there ⎯ "Such a demanding request, Pretty. No please?" ⎯ he could be nicer since he's technically the one who made you such a spoiled brat, but he's in the position now to toy with you a little bit.

and as expected his phone rings and he lets it, but instead of placing it back on the table he places it into the pockets inside of his jacket right over his heart. the man beside him speaks up. "hey, mike. you gonna answer that?"

"no, she can wait," he answers coolly before engaging in the quiet discourse at the table. leaving the man confused on whether he referred to his phone a she or the person on the other side calling him as the she.

“m—mama,” panted michael, eyes darting to the firmly closed partition, to the windows now fogged up with his heaving breathing that painted tinted visions of the blinding lights of the city as the car whirled past, “mmh—gosh, i—”

“just let it happen, mikey,” you purred, pulling from his length, spit connecting your plush, swollen lips from the prior excitable kisses he’d stolen from you, to the head of his twitching dick, still resting heavily in your grasp as you lewdly pumped him as you talked, “let me please you, baby.”

“o-okay..” he spoke apprehensively, not because he wanted you to stop, absolutely not, he was enjoying himself thoroughly, but because he was still the shy, timid boy underneath that infamous stage presence, and knew he’d curse himself if anyone found him with his dick half-way down his girlfriend’s greedy throat in the backseat of his car.

you smiled, pecking the tip with a gentle kiss, swarmed with a sense of satisfaction as he whimpered at the sensation, before wrapping your lips back around the tip, instantly swirling your tongue over the slit that drooled with pre-cum, humming at the sweet, yet salty taste of his premature release on your tongue.

michael shivered at the feeling of the vibration of your noise around him, only doubling the pleasure as he panted heavier…if it was even at all possible with the speed his chest was rising and falling. his head fell back harshly with a loud thud against the headrest as you slithered further down his dick, taking him deeper and deeper with each loosening of your throat, his groans and whines of pleasure only growing louder as your nose pressed against his pubic area, nestling into the short tufts of dark, curly hair that painted the skin.

“oh, baby—i, oh gosh, i, i—”

he was babbling and nearing on incoherent as your tongue darted out and flattened against the underside of his dick, beginning to trace the thick, throbbing vein that rest along it as you slid back up. your hand pumped him faster as you bobbed your head in time with your movements, spit now coating near about everywhere on Michael as you increased your speed.

you really sent him toppling over the edge when you began suckling on the head like a sweet lollipop, increasing the pressure around his dick perfectly that sent him shaking as his orgasm neared.

“o-oh my, mama—i-i’m gonna—can i...can i—mmmph—can i…in your pretty mouth, mama, please? please, please.” rambled michael, his voice coming out broken and croaked as his eyes clamped shut, the pleasure taking full control over his shivering body, hips now jutting up into your mouth as he chased his release.

“cum down my throat, mikey.” you pulled off for half a second to mumble the words that had him moaning out loud, not a care in the world who heard, before latching back onto him quickly.

“s-shit—” he cried, mouth forming into an O shape, before his cock twitched violently in the erotic enclosure that was your warm, wet, welcoming mouth.

michael came whimpering and whining, rambling on, his voice breaking aggressively with each word, his hips now bucking senselessly into your mouth, his tip punching the back of your throat as his cum filled it. you squealed in surprise around him, your hand stilling around the base, now running cold from your slick saliva, as his release spurted into your throat, settling on your tongue, the tangy taste of him consuming your tastebuds.

michael vibrated with shakes as he came down from his high, his breathing ragged and uneven as his let himself attempt to catch his racing breath, his cheeks now flushed a dark shade of burgundy as the car thumped with heat.

you slid your mouth off his cock with a giggle, swallowing his release with a content smile as you watched him, sweaty and broken, dick going limp in his lap, his abdomen and crotch soaked in spit.

“sorry, mama, didn’t mean to loose control back there.”

“shhh.” said you with a smile still on your face, crawling up his frame to settle in his lap, hovering over his exposed dick, as he sighed and rest his hands on your hips with a lopsided grin, heavy eyes finding your own, “happy anniversary, baby.”

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“I missed you.” Michael mumbles and wraps his arms around you to pull you closer.

You giggle again as you’re so close to sitting on his lap now, “I’ve been around you all day.” You reply, and he shrugs, “I can’t miss my wife? My beautiful-” he cuts himself off by leaning down to the side of your neck and giving you a peck. “Beautiful wife?” He mumbles and covers the back of your neck with kisses, the softness of his mouth making your heart jump.

You lean your back on his chest, his hands resting on your stomach as yours stay on top. “You can miss me whenever you like.” You whisper, you turn your head up to stare at his jaw, and your fingers come up to it.

Rubbing it slowly, Michael looks down at you, his heart beating faster as he gulps. “Is it okay if I show you how much I’ve been missing you, now?” He rasps out and leans closer, his lips brushing over yours, and the two of you smile.

“Yes.” You graze your lips against his. Michael squeezes your waist as he finally kisses you. His tongue pushes in your mouth, moving around the tip of your tongue as he sucks on it.

You whimper and sigh as he bites your bottom lip before helping you lean forward on the counter. Michael leans against you and slides everything to the mirror and the wall. He stands and pushes his chair back, his eyes glance at your ass, and he licks his bottom lip at the way your dress accentuates your curves. Michael’s veiny right hand comes over to the zipper of your dress and pulls it down slowly, “So beautiful, look at yourself.” He almost moans out and applies pressure against your ass from his crotch.

“Michael.” You sigh and lean your head down, your panties soaked from earlier when you watched him get ready and practice. Everything else is not helping you at all.

“Come on, baby, look at yourself when I take care of you.” He chuckles, you whine and look up, making eye contact with him in the mirror.

Your dress falls on the ground, and you step out of it, kicking it to the side while Michael brings his hands to his pants and shuffles them down with his boxers. Your heart beats faster as you now stare at yourself in the mirror, your boobs on top of the counter, as your right hand grips the edge of the counter to prepare yourself.

Michael wraps his hand around his dick, the soft grunts he makes while his thick, smooth hand pumps his dick over your lace panties.

You bite your bottom lip and move your body from side to side, teasing him as pre-cum spills out from his tip, coating his fingers a little. “Look at what you do to me.” He moans, Michael then looks back at you with a nervous expression and gulps. “I uh, forgot to bring condoms, do you have any in your purse?” The confidence in his voice falters, and you shake your head no.

“I forgot too.” You whisper, you glance over your left shoulder to look at him better. “We can do this without one, if you’re up to it?” Your voice carries a gentleness that only turns him more.

Michael nods slowly, “Whatever you feel comfortable with, baby.” You smile and look back at the mirror, his hands move to your panties and roll them down.

The slickness from your pussy covers it. He watches it drop at your ankles, resting on your heels. “Goddamn mama.” He rasps.

Bringing his middle and index finger to slide up your folds, you shiver while your breath hitches. Michael pushes his right knee against your thighs to keep you open, and his thumb teases your soaked pussy. “Prettiest thing and it’s all mine to love.” Michael salivates at the sight, his dick brushes against the back of your thigh, making you press into the counter.

“Shit, Michael, don’t tease me, we barely have time.”  You whine, he smirks while his middle finger slips in your pussy, riding it up and down carefully, seeing and feeling your twitches. “That’s my problem to worry about; yours is nothing.”

Leaning on you, Michael’s lips brush over your right ear. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, mama.” He reminds you and rests his left hand on your left shoulder. 

Michael’s right hand moves to his dick and aligns it against your hole. The two of you moan, and Michael rests his forehead on your back as he inserts his dick inside. Your gummy walls pulsate hard around him, sucking him as he slowly pushes his length all the way in. 

The two of you take a deep breath, and Michael looks up, staring at you in the mirror. “That’s it, pretty girl, how does it feel?” He whispers, his lips drag wet kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. 

You moan and clear your throat, “Feels good.” You moan, and Michael nods as his mouth opens a little. His teeth dig into your skin lightly and carefully while his tongue licks up, sucking on you. Michael then rests his right hand on your stomach as he gives you deep, heavy strokes. 

Michael’s thick dick stretches you out with each thrust, deep breaths leaving from both of you, while his chest presses into your back. 

With his skilled hips, he rolls into you, and the wetness of your pussy becomes sticky with his pre-cum, loud sounds of skin meeting fill the room. “Fuck, yeah, right there.” You gasp and grip the counter. Michael bites on your shoulder before kissing you, and your pussy tightens around him while you squirm. Each thrust becomes harder and deeper than the last. 

Michael keeps a rhythm with you, and the minute you get quiet, he ruins it to hear your moans again. 

Sliding his right hand down your stomach, you gasp as Michael’s middle finger slips onto your clit, “You can take me, come on. I believe in you, mama.” He mumbles and shifts slightly, each thrust hitting your g-spot. His middle finger rubs over your clit gently. Michael smirks as he feels you push yourself against him, forcing his dick to go in deeper. 

Both of you moan, and your chest rises up and down fast while your nipples brush against the table. “Oh Mikey— oh fuck, you’re in so deep, baby.” 

You and Michael lock eyes in the mirror, forcing him to quicken his pace. His hips push forward, harder, keeping his dick buried in between your wet folds. The pressure makes you tremble while his tip coats your walls. 

Michael moves his hands to your waist, gripping it hard as it helps him keep you both steady. The counter shakes, and miscellaneous things begin to fall, but you both are so distracted by each other to care.

Michael groans deeply, “Come on, baby, make me proud.” He begs and begins to whimper, hitting you with stronger thrusts, getting you close to the edge with it. You nod and lean your head down, pressing your mouth on your forearm. Michael brings his hand up under your chin and makes you raise your head up. “Uh-uh, don’t repress yourself, let me hear you loud and clear.” Your pussy grips him from that sentence alone. Michael laughs and kisses your cheek.

“Moan with me, makes me know you like being filthy too.” He teases, and you whine, your eyes look at your neck, seeing the many bruises his lips and teeth gave you, mentally noting you’re going to have to cover them up soon. 

Michael stays inside you, the burning in his stomach coming in strong as he feels so close. He doesn’t let up from you, not even for a second. Your movements, however, grow lazy, allowing Michael to fully take control. “I got you, s’okay baby.” He mumbles and kisses your cheek, you

nod and moan, “Please, I’m gonna cum.” You whimper. “I know, I know, sweet thing. I feel you, shit, you feel good.” 

The feeling is relentless for you both, your body shaking as you try to keep up with Michael as he fucks you a bit rougher now. You whimper out his name, “Cum for me, mama. S’okay, I got you taken care of, you know this.” He begs, the way his voice gets so soft, even with the bass in it, make your choke out a moan. 

With a few more strokes in you, Michael finally pushes you over the edge as your cum covers his tip, drooling down his member. He groans deeply and lays his lips on your shoulder-blade while he slows down. It hurts so good for both of you. Your pussy feels hot now, and Michael gives you a couple more thrusts before giving you a heavy release. 

Michael’s cum shoots inside you, and his body jerks repeatedly before he goes limp. Slowly pulling out of you, his eyes darken at the way his cum and yours drip down your thighs, your pussy swollen and trembling. Michael’s right hand rubs his dick a little, hand getting sticky as he squats down. 

Resting both big hands on your ass cheeks, he opens them up and licks at your pussy, the vibration of his moans making you lean into his face.

“Mmmh.” You moan and giggle, Michael smirks and rubs his mouth side to side against your sensitive pussy, the taste and smell of you covering him. You squirm on his face, his nose and mouth feeling like a remedy. Michael moves away from you, his mouth covered with cum and drool. You look down at him, seeing the dazed look on his face. 

You and Michael breathe heavy as the two of you smile at each other. “You okay over there, Mr. Jackson?” You smile, Michael smirks, and licks his lips. “Got my meal and dessert, of course I am.” He happily states and stands up. Your eyes immediately look at his dick, soft now. 

You scoff and laugh, “I can’t believe we did that shit.” You look at him in the mirror as he grabs some tissues and shrugs, smirking away. “We’ve done it in riskier places.” He reminds you, and you hum.

Michael wipes himself first as you pull out more tissues for him to use on you. “You ready for your performance now?” You ask, and the two of you pause and smile at each other before laughing. “As long as I got your attention.” He mumbles and bites his bottom lip. You lick yours and nod, “You got it, keeping it is the real challenge.” You whisper.

Michael hums and tosses the used tissues in the trash by the counter. He leans in closer, letting his dick brush over your ass, lips ghosting against your ear. “I think I got that under control.” He mutters, and you look down, nodding. Michael kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you look up, and the two of you stare at yourselves in the mirror.

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“c’mon, y/n. a bet's a bet.” michael pouted, letting out a breathless giggle as you buried your face in your hands, groaning. he stood right in the middle of your living room, a proud smile plastered across his face.

you had lost a game of twister at his house the night before, your body tangling up until you collapsed right onto the plastic mat. michael, being the competitive person he was beneath all that sweetness, had spent the entire night dreaming up your punishment.

he didn't even have to tell you what it was, you could already tell by what he was wearing.

standing there in the living room, he was dressed in a dark, puffer jacket left open over a plaid flannel button down, with a cowboy hat resting perfectly over his dark curls. your eyes traced the ridiculously hot outfit before you let out a heavy sigh.

“you said you'd do whatever i wanted if i beat you..” he quietly reminded you, his voice softening, you could see the excitement in his eyes as he awaited your reaction. “so.. we're going riding, i wanna show you the horses! i think you'll.. like it, a lot.”

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the helpless smile tugging at your lips as you turned and moved toward your bedroom. rummaging through the cluttered mess of your closet, you ignored the sensible jeans and looked straight for something you knew would be perfect. if he was going to force you out into the countryside, you were at least going to wear something you felt cute in.

your fingers landed on a pair of vintage denim cutoffs. they were high waisted, hugging tightly around the curves of your hips as the frayed hem cut high up your thighs, leaving the entire length of your legs exposed. you paired them with a plaid shirt, tucking the front into the waistband of the shorts before pulling on the brown leather cowboy boots michael had given you, which fit surprisingly well.

when you walked back out into the living room, michael was leaning against the back of your couch, spinning his cowboy hat around with his fingers. as the heavy heels of your boots clicked loudly against the floor, he looked up, and the playful grin instantly melted off his face.

“oh.” he breathed out, quickly looking away, and clearing his throat as he adjusted his sunglasses over his eyes. “um.. you look.. really nice, y/n.”

“are they okay to ride in?” you asked innocently, oblivious to michael's flustered reaction.

“y-yeah.” he stammered, a shy smile breaking through his nervousness as he finally forced himself to look back at you. his eyes dropping to your exposed thighs behind his dark lenses. “they're perfect.”

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the drive out to the ranch was quiet, the mountain air brushing softly against your face through the rolled down windows of the car. michael kept his sunglasses firmly in place, focusing his attention on the roads ahead, but his eyes occasionally darted over to where your thighs rested against the smooth leather seat.

every time you caught him looking in your direction, he would quickly adjust the radio or nervously clear his throat, making you laugh to yourself, thinking nothing of it.

by the time you arrived at the caribou ranch, you witnessed michael completely in his element. he whispered to the horses softly, stroking their noses with a gentle hand. “this is tango.” michael smiled, his voice full of warmth. “he's very gentle, y/n. i think he'll be perfect for you.”

it didn't take long before his massive hands made their way around your waist to lift you up onto the horse, the sensation of his touch making your breath hitch in your throat as he helped you mount onto the saddle. his fingers lingered for a second on your bare skin, resting just above the hem of your denim shorts before he cleared his throat and stepped back. “see? you're a natural.” he smiled.

the first hour of the trail ride was beautiful, you had to admit. michael was riding effortlessly ahead of you, his dark jacket framing his broad shoulders as he guided his horse through the trails.

but although he was leading in front of you, he kept looking back, checking on you every few minutes with caring eyes to make sure you were okay.

“this trails so.. bumpy.” you playfully groaned, shifting on the saddle as michael let out a loud laugh in response, fully enjoying watching you complain and struggle behind him.

tango then started moving slower as you sighed and watched michael get further and further ahead. “tango, please.” you pleaded, your impatience starting to grow as tango took his time, investigating nature with his nose.

suddenly, a sharp rustle spooked your horse, causing him to jolt to the side without warning. being inexperienced with horses, you thought the sudden movement was normal, so you tilted your weight back onto the saddle, panting.

but then, tango jolted again, which made your boot slip right out of the stirrup and your entire body shift out of balance. you furrowed your eyebrows, desperately trying to pull your weight back up the moving horse again. you succeeded only after your inner thigh slammed hard on the side of the saddle horn. “ow.. fuck.” you hissed out as you instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, your vision blurring from the sharp sting of pain as you gripped the reins tightly to try and make tango settle down.

“y/n!” michael yelled, his voice cracking with panic as he threw himself right off the saddle, abandoning the reins to let his horse wander off into the grass.

he only cared about you.

he hastily shoved his sunglasses straight into his pocket as he rushed over to your side, worry flickering over every feature of his face. “i’ve got you, okay?” he instantly reassured, his voice trembling as his massive hands reached up, holding your waist once again. he lifted you down from the horse, his touch laced with protectiveness as he held your back tightly with one hand while supporting the back of your thighs with his other.

“m-michael, it's.. fine. i can walk, let's go back.” you tried to say, feeling a wave of guilt for ruining something he had been looking forward to all day. but he wouldn't listen, shaking his head, his jaw tightening as he held you tighter against his chest. “no.. no.. you're hurt.”

he carried you straight toward the privacy of the ranch's cabin, his arms wrapping around your frame as he held you close, hoping the heavy warmth of his body would help ease your pain. with the heel of his boot, he kicked the front door open, carrying you through a narrow hallway and right into a bedroom, gently placing you down onto the edge of the mattress.

“stay right here.” michael said softly before pacing the room up and down. “need some ice.. the fridge.. ice..” you heard him whispering to himself before rushing out of the room, moving as if he was on a timer.

“so cute.” you whispered in the quiet room, a smile tugging at your lips as you heard him shuffling around the cabin's kitchen. you leaned back onto the bed, letting out a soft sigh as the deep throbbing in your upper thigh began to settle into an ache.

moments later, michael returned, holding a small ice pack wrapped in a thin cloth. he had already shed his heavy puffer jacket, leaving him in just the plaid flannel shirt, which clung beautifully to his broad shoulders and his lean frame.

he walked straight over to the edge of the bed where you sat and immediately dropped down onto his knees on the floor, positioning his body right between your legs. slowly, you opened them wider to give him more access to help the bruised part of your thigh.

you watched his jaw tighten instantly, michael's dark eyes tracking the slow movement, his gaze locking onto the sight of you lying back on the mattress, completely vulnerable right in front of him. he swallowed hard, a helpless sound escaping him as he stared at where your shorts rode up, his mind secretly racing with dirty thoughts. yet he battled himself, determination in his eyes to help you, desperately trying to focus on only aiding your wound.

“is... is it okay if i..?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly as he hinted for permission to use the ice pack on your skin.

“mhm.” you breathed out, your voice sounding a little too needy as he slowly moved his hand forward, placing the wrapped ice pack directly against the bruise blooming on your soft flesh.

the contrast of the freezing ice against your aching thigh made you let out a sharp whimper, michael wincing at the sound, his heart breaking at your discomfort. “m' sorry. i know it's cold.”

his free hand reached up instinctively, resting it on the uninjured skin of your opposite thigh to reassure you. “gonna take care of you, okay?”

you looked down innocently at him, your eyes slightly teary from the lingering sting of pain. “you promise?” you whimpered, your voice so fragile and trusting that it made his entire body lock up between your knees.

his heart began to race, and his eyes darkened, taking in your appearance once again. through the fabric of his tight jeans, he could feel himself growing hard, straining uncomfortably against his zipper as he mentally cursed himself.

“i-i promise.” he stammered out, his fingers twitching against your thigh as he paused for a moment before hanging his head low. “this.. is all my fault. i shouldn't have brought you out here... i-i shouldn't have let you wear those shorts.” he was apologizing profusely, but his eyes kept darting hungrily up to your face, watching the way your lips parted with every shallow breath you took.

“it's okay, michael. you're making me feel better.” you reassured, as he nodded slowly, forcing his focus back to the cool cloth in his hand.

then, you shifted slightly on the mattress, looking down at him again with tired eyes, completely unaware of the effect you were giving him. “can... can you massage my other thigh, please?”

michael's movements stuttered completely, the clothed ice pack pausing right against your skin as he glanced at his free hand that was already resting on your other thigh, now all he had to do was move it. “i... yeah. if it helps you.. i can do that.” he whispered with breathless submission.

the sensation was immediately overwhelming. you had the shock of the ice pack on one side, and the warmth of his hand kneading the inner part of your other thigh. you could feel yourself growing wet, warm arousal dampening your panties as his large hand caressed your thigh.

he was so focused, desperately trying to act the part of a perfect gentleman, shaking away the thoughts of your thighs wrapping around him as you fought the same ideas.

but the difference between the two of you was that you couldn't stand it, you needed more.

“michael.” you called out as eyes snapped up to meet yours, his breath catching in his throat at the vulnerability spread across your face. “you should.. take off my shorts..” you exhaled, biting your lip. “to help.”

michael's hand went still against your skin before nodding again, complying without needing a reason. his fingers moved up to the waistband of your shorts as his fingers fumbled with the metal button for a second before he popped it loose. michael gripped the fabric firmly and began to slide the denim down over the curves of your hips. his eyes tracking every single inch of bare skin he was uncovering until you were left in your panties.

“just.. just really hurts..” you faked a broken whimper, your fingers gripping the mattress sheets tightly.

“i don't want you to be in pain..” his voice dropped into a vulnerable tone as he glanced down at the straining erection he had been trying to suppress.

then suddenly, he was the one who couldn't take it anymore.

“i think.. i can make you feel better.” he breathed out, his voice thick with a desperate need.

“you are.” you forced a smile, oblivious to the mutual hunger that was threatening to tear him apart from the inside out.

“no, y/n..” he looked down, a wave of guilt crossing his features as if he was taking advantage of your ‘sweet innocence’, before building the courage to look back up. “wanna make you feel.. so much better..”

your chest heaved as the intensity in his dark eyes left you flustered. “.. yeah?” you exhaled, a small smirk forming on your face as you completely surrendered to him.

he began a slow trail of tender kisses right along the edge of the bruise on your thigh, as if he was trying to heal you with his lips. his large hands reached blindly for the edges of your panties, hooking his fingers over the fabric, his breath hitching as he slowly dragged them down your hips and off your legs.

“so beautiful, mama.” he whispered, his warm breath fanning across your skin as his lips trailed along your inner thighs, worshipping the sensitive skin one last time before he finally moved to meet your aching wetness.

the first touch of his tongue was warm, a satisfied groan slipping from his lips that vibrated directly against your most sensitive spot. the intense sensation of pleasure made you gasp, your fingers gripping tighter into the sheets as your hips lifted off the mattress instinctively.

“is.. is it helping?” he panted against you. he was so desperate to give you everything, to erase the pain of your bruise with nothing but pure pleasure. his eyes looked up through his lashes, shining with shy earnestness as he hung on your every breath, waiting for your answer.

“yes.. a-a lot..” you moaned out, your hands leaving the tangled sheets to grip his curls, your fingers pulling him gently to guide his face back against your weeping center. you were too addicted to the sensation, craving the wet slide of his tongue as if it was the only thing keeping you alive.

his large palms gripped the underside of your thighs, squeezing firmly to hold you steady as he picked up his pace. fuelled by your moans, he became relentless, his tongue sliding in and out of your walls with sweet precision that had your hips rolling against his mouth, helplessly trying to chase his rhythm. michael let out a muffled groan into your skin, already drunk on the taste of you, stroking his tongue as a passionate promise that he wasn't stopping until you came.

“michael…” you whined, your head tossing back as you felt yourself reaching your climax, your entire body tightening up under the onslaught of his tongue. feeling the sudden shift in your breathing, he buried his face further, his nose brushing intimately against you as he formed fast licks right over your aching clit, targeting the hypersensitive bean.

your legs began to tremble uncontrollably as he greedily drank all of you, drowning out your moans with the wet sounds of his lips and mouth devouring you with no mercy. the clench of your internal muscles gave you away, a rush of pleasure building so fast at your core that you had completely forgotten about your bruise.

“mi.. michael, i..” you cried out, your voice breaking into a loud moan as your body gave in to the rush of your release. you came hard, flooding his mouth with your sweet juices as your walls squeezed down ruthlessly around his tongue.

there was silence in the room for a few moments, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing, before michael began softly stroking your legs to calm you down after doing so good. “do... do you feel better?” he whispered, his voice thick with a mix of awe and lingering desire. he slowly made his way back up the bed, crawling over your body to hover over you, his eyes searching your face with a tender anxiety as you nodded weakly, still catching your breath beneath him.

“mhm... thank you.” you bit your lip sheepishly before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto your chest. using any piece of strength you had left, you flipped him over, pinning him beneath you now.

as you shifted to straddle his waist, the sharp pain from your bruise caught you off guard, forcing a small, pained wince out of your lips.

“y/n, my sweet girl...” michael frowned, his large hands flying to your hips to steady you as he held you in place.

you squeezed your eyes shut for a second to let the sharp sting pass, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “i... i still wanna go riding...” you whispered as your hands slowly slid down the smooth fabric covering his chest.

“mama, your bruise...” he groaned, biting the inside of his cheek as his voice dropped into that deep, raspy register that honestly could've made you cum all over again. he wanted nothing more than to surrender to you, the thick length of his erection pulsing hard between your thighs as if it was begging you to ignore his warnings, but his protective instinct held him back, keeping his grip firm on your hips to stop you from hurting yourself further.

“i don't care.. just wanna make you feel good too, mikey.” you bit your lip, looking down at him through your lashes with a quiet intensity that showed just how certain you were.

michael's breath hitched, the raw devotion in your eyes shattering the last of his resistance as his gaze softened completely, giving a slow, defeated nod.

“okay..” he exhaled as his hands slid from your wrists down to cup the backs of your thighs. his warm palms squeezed firmly, lifting just enough of your weight to support you so you wouldn't strain your injury. “okay, just be careful, mm? lemme hold you.”

without hesitation, you undid his jeans and freed the thick, heavy length of him. he bounded free against your hand, pulsing with readiness that made your breath catch in your throat as you prepared to slide yourself over him.

leaning forward, you began to sink down slowly, but the sudden stretching movement pulled painfully against the bruised flesh of your thigh. it caused your muscles to tighten around him but before the pain could take over, the discomfort was completely swallowed by the dizzying fullness of him being so deep inside of you, stretching you to your limit as you took him in.

a shaky moan tore from deep inside his throat, his head tossing back helplessly against the pillow at the suffocating warmth and wetness of you. “fuck, mama.. so.. so tight..” he groaned out, as his hips giving an involuntary, desperate twitch upwards. his eyes squeezed shut, his entire body practically vibrating beneath you as he fought the urge to take over the pace. his hands squeezing the backs of your thighs, keeping you steady as he let out a shuddering breath. “riding me so... good.”

“oh, michael...” you whimpered, your voice cracking as a helpless moan escaped you, your fingers digging tightly into his shoulders.

michael's eyes snapped open, burning with a mix of desire and sudden panic as he watched the breathless twist of your expression.

“does it hurt? is it your thigh, baby?” he asked anxiously, his thumbs stroking the delicate skin under your thighs.

“no..” you panted, your hips trying to find a smooth rhythm above him. “just want... more.”

hearing those words and feeling the tight squeeze of you as you moved, made him lose his grip on his restraint. his hands slid up to grip your hips, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he took effortlessly took control of the rhythm.

he didn't let you grind or pace yourself anymore, and instead, let his powerful thighs take over, dictating a pace that lifted you up and down onto his thick length ruthlessly. with a low growl, he was thrusting in and out of you without holding back as his dark curls bounced wildly against his forehead with every upward thrust.

“michael.. m’ gonna cum..” you moaned, your head throwing back as your fingers dug into his shoulders, your nails biting into his skin.

“wanna.. feel it...” he said between pants, his gaze locked onto your face as he continued thrusting, burying himself to drive you to that point. your walls instantly clamped around him in tight pulses as a heavy climax washes through your entire body.

the sensation of your orgasm pushes michael to his own climax as he lets out a loud groan, his body slowly easing beneath yours as he releases himself deep inside of you. the feeling of the overwhelming warmth and pleasurable sensation made you collapse forward against his chest, your knees giving out completely as you sob his name into the warm crook of his neck.

michael waited until your breathing slowed before he gently rolled you over, keeping your injured leg carefully elevated as he pressed a long kiss to your forehead.

his fingers softly stroked your cheek, a tender smile forming on his lips. “i love you.” he whispered into the silent room, pulling the thick blanket up over both of your shoulders to tuck you close. “no more.. horse riding, okay? don't want you getting hurt again.”

you smiled up at him through the shadows, a breathless giggle escaping your lips as you leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips.

and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. narrowed eyes bounce between where your lips, plump and glossy from your own saliva as you suckle at her nipple to where the lower half of your body hides. evident that your greediness is once gain overtaking you, your hips rocking and knees protruding from the sheets from you're pushing your thighs together helplessly.

janet's free hand takes the hem of the sheets and yanks them back to where they flop back lifeless at the edge of the bed. revealing you rubbing thighs in all their glory, sleep shorts ridden far up that they're no longer visible to her eye-line.

"got a problem, huh," her tone tipping on the edge of condensation causes embarrassment to spread throughout you, stilling you legs now attention brought to your neediness, "unt uh, don't stop now."

pulling off of her breast with a pop, "it's not enough," you mumble, barely able to meet the older's eyes.

"it's what? can't here you, honey," the hand that was soothing down the side of face dips and takes hold of your chin, "gotta speak up f'me, y'know i don't understand mumbling," she expresses, the gentle disciplinary reminder alone has your toes curling.

upon releasing your chin from her grasp, it gives janet the time to appreciate the beauty. you're in her arms, in her bed, at her mercy as you're still staring up at her with hazy eyes, with your lips still swollen from her allowing you to toy with her breast at your interest, and a mess in between your thighs that's all hers.

"janet," you whine, dragging out her name. her gaze snaps back to you, quirking her eyebrow up, "need you," it's said less whinier and a little more softer, but you made sure that it's said clear.

this is her favorite game. "what d'you need, baby?" she knows the answer is clear as day, but she can never not play with you a little. getting you all worked up and frustrated until you decide the ache is far worse than the embarrassment of telling her what you need.

whines only ensue, "need you," squirming, antsy from janet's antics, "touch me, please," it came out far more desperate than a plea for your pleasure, and the squirming only causes the friction you need oh so bad.

"touch you where," she asks, voice seductive and teasing as her hand raises to swipe a finger across your swollen lips, "here? d'you need a kiss?"

when you shake your head the woman acts offended for a short second, "oh, okay well," hand traveling down before it rest just over your covered breast, the small sleep tank leaves nothing to the imagination as your nipples are already pebble beneath the tank, "touch you here?" she asks again, her pointer finger and thumb taking a hold of your clothed nipple to pinch and roll lightly.

pressing your face into janet's chest to stifle your small moans, you hand wrapping around janet's to push it away. both overwhelmed and underwhelmed by the pleasure not coming from where you need it most. "no," you croak out from against her chest.

the same hand that toyed with your nipple snakes down past your breast to your naval to hover just above your clothed mound. "you gon' tell mommy where you need her so she can help you?"

your chest heaves, a shaky hand comes down to cover janet's moving both further down to rest over your clothed cunt, bucking your hips when the heel of her palm press against the dampness. "here," you're helpless, mind completely gone other than the need to have janet's hands on you.

"wasn't that so easy?" she teases, knowing that telling her what you need from her still makes you flustered, "don' worry i'm gonna take care of you." her head dipping down to the crook of your next to place a string of kisses along your bare shoulder.

her hand slips past the band of your sleep shorts and is immediately met with the sticky mess between your thighs. "no panties?" teeth lightly grazing your shoulder before nipping at it, "so filthy," she purrs as her middle and ring finger draw steady circles against your clit.

"please," both a whisper and plea, the waves of pleasure quickly overtaking your senses.

"i know, jus' relax," she soothes, fingers traveling to your leaking hole, circling it just as she does to your clit a few times before sinking a digit into your heat, shushing you when your whimper turns into a desperate moan as your head lulls back.

and upon adding another finger the sounds that filled the bedroom only became more obscene between your moans and squelches from your pussy as janet's fingers pump in and out.

turning your head, eyes barely open from the ecstasy of janet's nimble fingers and the bump of her palm against your swollen bud when your cunt sucks her fingers back in. but instead of leaning against her chest, you latch back onto one of her breast again. leaving sloppy kisses right before taking her hard nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the bud, drawing a few low hums from janet.

your hole contracts around janet's fingers, "almost close?" again, she asks a question she knows the question to, but it's confirmed when you give a small nod, still attached to her breast, letting your eyes flutter shut once again this night, "cum f'me when you're ready, honey," keeping her pace the same to get you to your peak.

and it doesn't take long until your body stills, mouth unlatching from janet's breath allowing it to fall open into a silent moan. hips bucking and eyes screwed shut when you're tipped over the edge of release, closing your thighs around janet's hand.

"there you go," she coos against the shell of your eat, removing her slick covered fingers from your ruined cunt, but keeping her palm pressed against your cunt as you fall down from your high, "did so good."

her free hand caresses the back of your neck, toying with your little baby hairs before squeezing to signal you to peel your eyes open. looking back into janet's brown eyes, you're met with nothing but warmth and love, a coy smile on your face just before she dips down and connects your lips in a tender kiss.