Mk’s Diary

Candace “Candi” Reed was a lot of things. Genius-level smart, whimsical, occasional pothead, and was the owner of the juiciest pussy in all of California (according to a few particularly generous subscribers to her Sweet Like Candi website).

What she wasn’t was late.

Ever.

Deadlines could be finessed, and content could be scheduled in advance, but showing up late to class legitimately made her skin crawl.

“Fuck.”

She should’ve never accepted the custom request. Well.. That wasn’t entirely true. Two thousand dollars was two thousand dollars, and it wasn’t like it had been anything complicated. Her favorite regular, BlackMamba69, had paid double for an uncensored body piercing tour, which he wanted done while she had her vibrating anal plug in. She’d shown off her butterfly nipple rings and matching belly ring, her back dermals, and her newest edition, her Christina. Filming had stretched well past 4 am, and somewhere between editing, exporting, and uploading it to her site, she’d mistakenly silenced all of her morning alarms.

Now, here she was sprinting across campus in a too tight, too short yellow mini sundress that had all of her upper body piercings on full display. To make matters worse, she’d forgotten to remove the plug before sprinting out of her campus apartment, a fact that became more evident with each hurried stride she took. And unbeknownst to her, the remote to it had been tossed into her bag along with her vlogging camera and mic.

“Ancestors, if y’all love me, this man will still have the door open and still be taking attendance,” she prayed silently as the door to her Abnormal Psychology class came into view.

Per usual, her request was granted.

Candi slipped inside as quietly as she could, taking her usual seat at the front of the class.

“Cutting it pretty close there, Ms. Reed,” Dr. Jordan remarked, bourbon and honey coating the lustful baritone of his voice.

“I know, and I sincerely apologize, Dr. Jordan,” Candi cooed sweetly as she walked to her seat. “It won’t happen again.”

“It won’t happen again,” a teasing voice called from the back of the classroom. Elias Moore. Senior psychology major, basketball phenom, and one half of the duo that had been the muses to some of Candi’s most powerful orgasms to date. And sitting next to him was his twin, Elijah. The Smokestack Twins, as they’d become known around campus, transferred from Clarksdale, Mississippi, and had taken the West Coast by storm. All the girls wanted them and all the guys simultaneously wanted to be them. Candi just wanted to fuck them. At the same time. On camera.

“Shut up, Stack,” she replied with a playful eye roll before turning her attention to his twin.

“You in my seat, Elijah.”

“My lap’s available,” he returned with a sly grin. 

“Nah,” she purred, eyes flicking down for a split second to entertain the seat in question. “I’m cool.”

“Lying ass,” he mumbled under his breath before sliding over one seat.

“That’s a cute dress,” Stack admitted, dragging his eyes lustfully up and down her frame. “You should let me take it off you after class.”

“Careful, boy. You gone bite off more than you can chew.”

“I’m a big boy,” he boasted. “I’m more than capable of cleaning my plate.”

Candi bit her lip discreetly, clenching her thighs at the thought of him giving her back shots over the desk while his twin fucked her face. She shook the thought from her mind before taking the vacant seat between them.

As the rest of the class filed in and got settled, Dr. Jordan began the lecture.

“Today’s lecture subject is paraphilic disorders. By definition, paraphilic disorders are recurrent, intense, sexually arousing fantasies, urges, or behaviors that are distressing or disabling and involve inanimate objects, children, or nonconsenting adults, or suffering or humiliation of the person or a partner, with the potential to cause harm. According to the DSM-5, there are eight paraphilias that most commonly evolve into paraphilic disorders. The paraphilias are: voyeuristic disorder, exhibitionistic disorder, frotteuristic disorder, sexual masochism disorder, sexual sadism disorder, pedophilic disorder, fetishistic disorder, and transvestic disorder. While we’ll be covering all eight over the course of these next two weeks, today, we’ll be focusing on sexual sadism and sexual masochism.”

Candi leaned down to grab a notebook and pen from her bag. As she slid the notebook out, the remote to her vibrator clattered to the floor. 

“Now how did that—,” she wondered aloud as she bent down to pick it up.

“Hmm, what’s this?” Stack murmured with a raised eyebrow, snatching it from her hands.

“Give it back, Stack!” she whispered aggressively.

“Tell me what it is, and I’ll consider it,” he teased, holding it away from her.

“It’s the remote to my—my camera,” she lied.

“Camera, huh?” Smoke inquired. “Let me see that, Stack.”

He took the remote from his brother, twirling it between his thick fingers as he looked it over. He noted the buttons on the top and shot Candi a knowing glance.

“You sure this goes to your camera, Candace?”

The emphasis on her name made her insides quiver.

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered.

“So you telling me, if I click this button,” he gestured to the plus sign at the top of the camera, “that it’ll activate ya lil camera?”

Candi’s eyes widened as his thick thumb clicked the button. The vibration sent a shockwave through her entire body, causing her to clench both sides of the desk to keep from screaming out loud. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose, and although she wanted to delve into the habit of pushing them back up, she couldn’t. Her hands were occupied with the thick wood of the desk. Her ankles shook beneath her, and her breath hitched in audible arousal that she struggled to keep at bay in a classroom full of students. 

“Ain’t no fuckin’ way,” Stack’s deep baritone whispered from beside her. “Little Miss Innocent, Know-it-All got a vibrator in during class. You a filthy lil’ thing, ain’t you?”

“Turn it off,” she whimpered, looking up at Smoke with needy, pleading eyes.

“Absolutely not,” Smoke teased. “We just found out you be doing more than vlogging with that lil camera. We about to make some content, baby.” 

Somewhere between the definition of autoerotic asphyxiation and the treatment of sexual sadism, Stack’s fingers had found Candi’s clit and were rubbing slow circles on it while Smoke controlled the vibrator in her ass. They were both amazed at how well she’d been able to contain her moans, but it was obvious that she was close to coming undone. It was even more amazing to them that she’d indulged them by setting up her camera to record it all.

“You coming back to the room with us after class?” Stack purrs in her ear, slipping a finger into her dripping entrance. 

“Yeessss,” she hisses softly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against her temple before pulling his hand away. Candi whined softly at the loss of contact, looking to Smoke for some type of reprieve. Out of her peripheral, as her body tried to come back down to earth, she noticed Stack licking his fingers discreetly. He hummed with a deep, primal baritone that sent a shiver up her spine. 

“Later, lil bit. Need you hot and ready when we leave here.”

This was unfair. A mutiny even. Candace was used to being the one in control and telling men what to do, yet here she was being brought to her knees by two Mississippi transplants. She had to get them back. She had to show them who was the true puppet master around here.

After an excruciatingly torturous hour and fifty minutes, the students gathered their belongings and started filing out of the classroom. Candace and the twins remained seated as they brought her close to the edge for the 5th time before pulling back.

“C-Can I have my remote back now? I have another class,” she whined.

“Aww, but we’re having so much fun, lil bit,” Stack taunted, slowly dragging his middle finger up her slick. “You sure you don’t wanna skip?”

“I can’t. I have a p–presentation.”

“Mmm, beauty and brains,” Smoke growled, increasing the intensity of the vibrator once more before shutting it off completely. “Go be great, lil fairy. We’ll catch up with you after practice.” He handed the remote back to her, and Candi watched in lustful awe as the twins made their way towards the gymnasium. 

The Moore twins had gotten entirely too comfortable thinking they could fluster her, and in public, no less. Somewhere between Elias' cocky grin and Elijah's maddeningly calm stare, they'd started believing they had the upper hand. Cute. Let them enjoy the illusion while it lasted. Candace Reed had built an entire career on reading men, finding their weaknesses, and making them fold with nothing more than an angelic smile. If the Smokestack Twins wanted to play games, she'd happily deal the first hand. They just didn't know they'd already sat down at her table.

Candace spent the rest of the afternoon planning and calculating. In between flashbacks of nearly cumming during her Abnormal Psychology lecture, she imagined all of the ways she’d have the twins all but drinking her bathwater once she was done with them. Under her innocent, good girl demeanor was a pleasure domme with an insatiable appetite for male tears. It made her chest swell with pride watching the biggest, toughest men turn into putty in her hands, oftentimes with little to no coercion. One of her favorite memories was with Keith Jones, the star quarterback. What had begun as an innocent study session on Sigmund Freud’s five stages of psychosexual development turned into Keith being cuffed to her bed with her pussy on his face and a vibrating dildo in his ass. She still couldn’t believe he’d allowed her to stimulate his prostate, but chunked it up to him being masochistic. Keith looooooved pain and bruising, and frequently visited her after winning games to boost his high. And each time, Candi happily obliged.

“I wonder if they’re into butt stuff,” she mused to herself as she made her way across the campus green to her apartment. Once inside, she lit her favorite vanilla shea candle and turned on her Bondage Sex & Cheerios playlist to set the mood.

“See, I just want your hands around my throoooat,” she harmonized with Ari Lennox as she made her way to the bathroom to shower. She lathered her skin with her homemade strawberry peach body wash before rinsing the day away beneath the steaming water. Once she’d finished, she moisturized from head to toe, spritzed herself with Good Girl Blush by Carolina Herrera, and slipped into a white button-up blouse tucked neatly into a black pleated mini skirt. She rolled a pair of black fishnet stockings over her chocolate legs before slipping on a pair of black patent So Kate Louboutin pumps. A gold rosary settled perfectly between her supple breasts, the cross stopping at the base of her black lace bra, while a few layered gold rings and tiny gold hoops completed the look.

Looking the picture of innocence, she allowed her mind to fantasize about the morning’s events. She closed her eyes and imagined Stack’s thick fingers pumping deep inside of her sex as Smoke toyed with the speed and intensity of the anal vibe. She remembered the delicious torture of each orgasm she was denied, mentally tallying the number she’d set for the two of them when the time came. A sinful grin spread across her face as she imagined Smoke on his knees worshipping her body like the fairy goddess she was. After a final once-over, Candi grabbed her tote bag and left her apartment.

The smell of strawberries and bad decisions trailed behind her as she climbed the steps to the second floor, the clink of her So Kates echoing through the breezeway. She adjusted the strap of the tote, her mind still replaying flashbacks of the morning. The teasing. The way they’d somehow exposed the crack in her armor. Stack’s charisma living in his mouth and Smoke’s gaze steady enough to make you submit without a second thought. 

She remembered how her eyes dropped to their laps. Two heavy, unmistakable ridges stretching the fabric of their joggers. But it was the unique blunt bulges that weren’t as identical as their faces. The bulges didn’t just point; there was a thick, curved silhouette that suggested a dick designed to specifically arc into the deepest, most sensitive parts of a pussy. All Candi could recall through the haze of her edging torture was the thought of what it would feel like to be stretched by those curves. To have them both so deep she couldn’t form thoughts.

It still irritated her. She was determined to make the Mississippi boys regret ever toying with her. By the time she reached apartment 2B, the corners of her mouth had curled into a devilish smile. Whatever they thought was about to happen when she knocked on that door, she intended to make sure they were wrong. Candace raised her hand and knocked three times, the sharp raps carrying through the apartment before she folded her arms and waited.

Smoke answered the door shirtless, the diamonds in his Cuban link choker catching the porch light just enough to make Candace pause for a second. He exhaled slowly through his nose, filling the space between them briefly with weed smoke. He didn’t hide the way his eyes hungrily drug across her frame, lingering a moment too long on the rosary before letting them drift back to her face.

“What’s in the bag?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as he stared down at her.

“Toys. Wanna play with me?” she purred as she pushed past him and into the apartment. Her eyes found Stack manspreading on the couch with a blunt hanging from his lips. He was also shirtless, his chain nestled between his pecs. Candi mentally drooled. 

“So you came into the tiger’s den dressed like prey?” he growled, his thick Mississippi drawl amplified by the weed smoke.

“Is that what I did?” Candi asked, feigning ignorance. “And here I was thinking I just looked cute.”

“Cute ain’t the right word. Immaculate is more like it,” Smoke’s deep baritone called from behind her, caging her in between him and his brother.

“I asked a question that neither of you answered,” Candi noted, slipping from their clutches to place her tote on the coffee table.

“What kind of game did you have in mind?” Stack inquired, attempting to peek in the tote.

“The kind where the two of you bend to my every command,” she stated matter-of-factly. Elias threw his head back, the roar of his laugh echoing off the walls while Elijah tried his hardest to contain his dimpled smirk. Candace didn’t see the joke. In fact, it only fueled her lustful wrath.

“C’mon guys, it’ll be fun,” she pressed, rubbing a gentle hand down Smoke’s chest.

“Aight, sweet cheeks,” he purred softly in her ear. “I’ll indulge. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Candace slid her hand up his torso, stopping at the base of his throat. She squeezed ever so slightly before leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“On your knees,” she cooed, feeling the reservation in his body.

“Nah, I prefer to stand,” he challenged, carefully placing her arm back to her side. Candace only chuckled before pushing him down on the couch, the heel of her So Kate digging into his chest before he could process the action. Smoke’s lips curled into a dangerous snarl as he stared down at her foot, then back to her face. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve sworn she heard a faint whimper escape the back of his throat.

Got him.

“Choose your next move carefully, lil bit,” Smoke warned as his dick strained against the fabric of his pajama pants.

“Ain’t nobody worried about you or your lookalike, Mr. Moore.”

“You sure about that?” Stack called from behind her. “You playing a dangerous game right now, ma.”

“I know,” she giggled softly. “But unlike the two of you, I’m going to win.” She drove her heel deeper into Smoke’s chest, watching the ragged breaths escape him in waves. He was ready to pounce, and she knew it.

“You wanna touch me, don’t you, Elijah?”

“I’m about to fuck you,” he corrected.

“You are,” she agreed. “But first, I want to have some fun.”

Candace’s heels clicked loudly against the hardwood as she disappeared into the dining room. Both twins’ heads snapped up when the scrape of furniture echoed from the darkness.

“Fuck she doing?” Stack muttered.

“Hell if I know,” Smoke answered, eyes narrowing as the scraping sound grew closer. The little fairy appeared moments later, dragging two wooden chairs behind her with surprising ease. She positioned them in the middle of the living room, nudging and positioning them until they sat perfectly back to back. Once the task was complete, she turned back towards the two confused men, an impish grin spreading across her innocent face.

“How do y’all feel about rope?”

Her fingers snapped before either of them could process what had happened. Not only were they both seated in the chairs, but their hands were tied behind their backs and to one another. Instinctively, they each tested the restraints, growing annoyed when the realization hit that they were moving in tandem.

“How the fuck you do that?” Stack growled, tugging harder at his restraints.

“Just a little fairy magic,” Candace replied with a nod. “Now be still before you give the both of you rope burn.”

As Stack glared at her lustfully, Smoke’s expression remained stoic. Though he was horny as fuck, there was no way he was about to be caught slipping twice in one night… Or so he thought.

2 hours and five delayed orgasms later, Smoke was about to burst. He stared up at Candace with awestruck eyes as she rode him like the mechanical bull at the county fair. He desperately wanted to touch her, to lock his hands around her waist and bounce her until they both exploded, but he couldn’t. She relished every second of it, alternating between fast-paced bounces and gentle slow grinds. Smoke was in heaven. Her walls hugged him like they were made for his curve, her slick coating his shaft in the warmest river of pleasure. She slid a delicate hand up his chest, stopping once again at the base of his throat.

“Papa,” she purred sweetly.

“Yeh baby?”

“What would happen if I did this?” His eyes widened as she gripped his chain, twisting so that it choked him ever so slightly. His hips bucked up into her, pulling a deep, guttural moan from the back of her throat.

“Mmm, I like that,” she cooed, twisting tighter.

“Candiiiiii,” Stack hissed, not sure if he would be able to hold back being brought to the edge for a sixth time. While Smoke had been buried deep inside of Candi’s sugar walls, Stack had been blindfolded and forced to listen to it all. His imagination ran wild with images of what could possibly be happening just behind him. 

While Smoke’s right-curving dick stroked deep into the back of her pussy, Candace ogled Stack’s neglected dick. That made her pussy clamp tighter around Smoke, causing him to groan. Both of them were almost as wide as her wrist, mapped with thick, throbbing veins that coiled around the girth like vines. Stack leaked pre cum while Smoke tried to maneuver his hips to thrust up, but Candace’s downward bounce left him immobile. She felt so powerful and sensual all at once. 

“Aww, both of the babies are on edge,” she taunted. “That’s cute.” She slowed her hips in Smoke’s lap before standing up completely, the loss of contact making him groan in defeat. “Good boys…now, just breathe. Stay hard for me. I want you to remember that I’m the one who decides when you get to cum.” 

“Look, we’re sorry for earlier,” Stack pleaded. “We was just fuckin’ around. Please just let a nigga bust.”

“And you promise you’ll never do that to me again?”

“We promise,” they replied in unison.

Candi giggled softly as she snapped her fingers again, removing their restraints. Smoke instantly reached out and grabbed her, positioning her back on his leaking tip while Stack settled in the back of her throat. He gripped her locs and fucked her face relentlessly while his twin rocked into her like a fuck doll. Candace was in sexual bliss. She’d never expected her fantasy to play out like this, and she also wasn’t mad at it. 

“Look at you,” Stack admired, stroking her cheek with unexpected tenderness. “You throating that dick like you wanna own it. You claimin’ my shit, Candi?”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as Smoke’s curve drummed her g-spot with expert precision. Stack smacked her face lightly to bring her back to reality.

“I asked you a question, Candi. You tryna make this your dick?”

She looked up at him with those big doe eyes, and for a second, his resolve slipped. Candace noticed, reaching up to wrap her hand around the base of his shaft. She stroked and sucked his dick to the pace that Smoke set beneath her, causing Stack to go wild.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he roared, thrusting his length deeper down her throat.

Candi pulled off with an audible pop, still stroking his length slowly.

“You close, Stack?”

“So fucking close, Candi,” he panted.

She turned her gaze to Smoke, whose bottom lip was swollen and puffy from how hard he’d been biting it.

“You too?”

“I hope ya IUD workin’ otherwise, you bouta have a Moore baby,” was all he said before a final thrust released his seed deep into her walls. The motion sparked a domino effect, with Candi squirting all over Smoke’s lower half while Stack’s unborn seed painted her esophagus. She swallowed it all, staring up at him with the most innocent, angelic expression.

“You dangerous, ma,” he chuckled, rubbing his tip back and forth across her lips.

“Just the way y’all like it.”

Cameron has a bit of an aggressive streak, especially after he had to get stitches on the side of his head. A small resemblance of what he lived and breathed for.

Football.

Being number one was no walk in the park. Everyone was constantly on his ass. Practices had to be perfect, answers had to be perfect. His image had to be perfect.

He was tired. So overwhelmed, he couldn’t even look at you once he got home. The room felt heavy as his large stature rested on the couch. You watched him, a soft empathy in your eyes.

You were the sweetest girl on campus, always wearing light colors, smiling at everyone, never saying no. Who would’ve thought you would end up with Cameron Cade of all people?

Once he asked you to help him pass a test, he was head over heels. It took him a while to win you over, with you knowing his reputation. But you saw a side others didn’t tend to see, allowing him to take hold of your heart.

He was careful with it, treating you like fragile glass. Whenever he was in a mood, he made it his mission to not be around you, in an attempt to not dampen yours.

Tonight, you wanted to help.

Your sock-covered feet made their way over to him, fingers twitching, debating on touching the clearly drained man.

“Cam?” Your soft voice whispered, and he looked up at you. His eyes drooped, frown etched into his face. “You should go, ma. I’m just a bit tired right now.” He explained.

He planted a small kiss on your waist, as a small show of affection even while he was down in the dumps.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You placed one hand on his buzz cut, running your fingers through his hair. You made sure to avoid the stitches, not wanting to hurt him.

“Ma—” “I’m serious Cam, let me be here for you.” You sat down next to him, hand trailing to his defined back and you rubbed it in comforting circles.

He let out a sigh, too tired to fight against his clearly concerned girlfriend. “I’m so tired.” He mumbled, head resting on your shoulder.

You kissed his forehead, allowing him to let out his frustration. “I’m so frustrated, all this bullshit everybody keep putting on my shoulders.”

You nodded even though you didn’t understand. You racked your brain on ways to help.

Play football with him? Absolutely not. Cook for him? He already ate. Make him feel good? Now that’s something you can do.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” You told him, fingers gently tugging at his belt. “I can’t let you do that, ma.” He rested his heavy hand on yours.

You were his princess, he couldn’t put you in that much trouble. He’s always been gentle with you, not wanting to accidentally hurt you.

Cameron understands he’s bigger than you and his sport gives him a natural aggression.

“Please, Cam!” You pouted, it didn’t take him much convincing. “Just be gentle, okay?” you suggested.

The suggestion must’ve been optional.

•••

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Tears streamed down your face as you felt Cameron’s heavy dick drop inside of you. “Fuckkk, this my pussy, hm?” he teased. “Y-yes, daddy,” you whimpered.

The way he has you bent over the arm of the couch has you losing your mind. He’s been digging in you for the past, you couldn’t even count.

Your ass bounced against his hips as your eyes rolled back. Your legs shook, struggling to hold yourself up. The only thing keeping you slightly balanced was the hand of Cameron pressing down on you.

“I love you, ma,” He grunted, pounding into you. “Lo—ughhh—fuck.” Your nails dug into the couch while you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath.

He was so deep, you didn’t know if you could continue to take it any longer. You already came on him multiple times, building the white frothy ring around his dick.

Your head dropped to the couch, brain melting with every thrust of his dick. You knew he was getting all his stress out but my goodness how much was in there?

You felt a striking smack on your ass making you gasp, clenching around him. “Get a lil farther up there,” Cam said, he lifted your hips, guiding you farther across the arm of the couch.

Once he saw your hips angled up, just enough to see your swollen pussy, he let you go. Your legs dangling in the air, toes just barely brushing against the floor.

“Shit, wait,” your hand flew out, pressing against his abs. “nah, you wanted to help,” he grasped your hand, bending it to rest on your back. “Take that shit.” He mumbled.

His hips snapped into you, jolting your body forward. Drool fell from your mouth as you took every inch. The soft squelch of your soaking pussy made him groan. Your eyes were struggling to flick back to reality, hoping he would ease up on you.

At this rate you were about to squirt all over the floor, and the many times he had made you squirt, it was everywhere. “P-please.” Your voice cracked.

“Daddy ain’t done, baby.” He grunted. The name use made you clench around him. Your whimpers grew louder as you felt the familiar thump against your entrance.

“I-I’m bout to-,” you were cut off by a loud moan, feeling the release of pressure from your stomach. Usually Cameron would have let up but he only sped up, forcing more fluid out.

“Squirting all over the place, mhm.” He landed one sharp smack on your butt making you moan. He was obsessed with the feeling of you clenching around him, and the ripple of your ass.

Cameron loved the sight of you losing it, only feeling the desire to feed you more strokes. Just as you said, him using you took stress off his shoulders.

He was finally able to take control and have something for himself. You spread out for him, taking everything he was giving you.

His balls slapped against your clit, wet and heavy only causing waves of sensitivity. He pulled out quickly, replacing his dick with his fingers in no time.

His middle and ring finger thrusted inside of you, biting his lower lip causing his dimples to pop out. Your free hand shot out, catching his wrist but not doing much to stop his movement.

“Gimme some more, ma.” He demanded, fingers curling inside of you, rubbing your gummy walls. Your legs shivered as you cried out, other hand smacking against the couch.

His fingers were relentless, sending you through another wave of sensitivity which led to another orgasm. “Oh my—nnghhh,” you tried to crawl forward on the couch in the midst of your orgasm.

Cameron’s hand held you down, “Stay right fuckin’ there. This my pussy so let me have it,” he said. He bent down, pressing a gentle kiss on your ass.

He watched as your body shook coming down from your second orgasm. You let out a sigh feeling Cameron removed his fingers with a small light smack against your clit. The impact made you jolt along with a gasp of surprise.

Cameron grabbed your waist, turning you to lay flat on your back. Your eyes found his and his shirt up his torso, showcasing his abs that he spent so long in the gym for. His eyes were low lidded with a hungry gaze.

His hands rubbed against your thighs that were trembling from the harsh pounding. “My poor baby,” he mocked, his bottom lip poking out.

“You think you can take some more?” He asked. You nodded, barely able to form words. “Y-yes, daddy.” He didn’t have to hear anything else, and slid inside of you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, gasping at the friction. “Mhm, my baby can take it.” He placed his hand on your lower tummy. The soft pudge was pliable underneath his hand.

You nodded your head with a whimper, and he mocked you, head following yours. “‘Bout to make me nut, fuck.” He mumbled. He leaned down, large body towering over you.

He was huge, you could barely see past his shoulders. His weight pressed against you, only elevating the pleasure. His body was warm, and solid. He shuddered as you continued to moan and whimper directly in his ears. “I’m gonna—,”

“Give it to me daddy, please—I got you.” You whispered while panting softly in his ear. Hearing your sweet voice beg and comfort him immediately made his eyes roll back.

He released inside of you, hips stuttering with a deep groan in your ear. His palm rested on the side of your ass, gripping it from the overwhelming sensation.

“I love you, ma,” he said before kissing the shell of your ear. “I love you too.” You mumbled catching your breath.

He slowly pulled out of you, rubbing his hands all over your body. “You’re so pretty.” He smiled, giving you a peck on your lips.

He helped you sit up, legs shaking and body sore. “I’m sorry, ma.” He said noticing the slight wince. He hates to see his baby in pain, “no, it’s okay, I loved it. Do you feel better?”

He didn’t hesitate to nod, he actually did.

But if this is what happens when you sees he’s stressed, he’s about to start faking a lil bit.

You never pictured yourself dating an older man but here you are at 25 dating a 46 year old. You’ve always dated men your age or around your age and they have always failed you. But Donovan, he never failed you and never planned too.

You and Donovan met 5 months ago at a restaurant you didn’t know he owned called 71Above. You were out with your girlfriends having a casual dinner when Donovan saw you from the kitchen. He was doing his usual stop by’s to check up on his restaurant. He had only planned to stay for 30 mins but once his eyes laid on your beautiful face, he knew he had to talk to you. While you were beautiful, your dress was hugging everything right and complimented your brown skin so well.

While you were eating, he walked over to the bar and had the bartender send you a bottle of the 2017 Château Lafite Rothschild red wine. Once the bottle was made over to you and the bartender pointed in Donovan’s direction, you were locked in as well.

That night, your girls encouraged you to stay behind and talk to him since you hadn’t dated in awhile and you were so thankful that you listened to him. After they left the table, Donovan joined you and all night, you talked for hours like you had already known eachother.

You learned that while he owned a restaurant, he also owned many other businesses. He was impressed to hear that you were a Lawyer and was so successful at a young age.

After that night, you both continued to see each other and eventually went on a Official date. Ever since then, you have been the happiest person ever.

As the relationship went along, you both agreed not to rush into sex so you could get to know each other emotionally first. It’s been about 2 weeks since you’ve seen each other due to him traveling for work. He made a promise that when he comes back, he’ll take you out on a date to get some alone time.

As you both rode in his private car with 2 other cars in front of you and behind you, he couldn’t stop glancing over at you every once and awhile. He always appreciated having you.

“ Why do you keep looking at me like that? “ You giggled while rubbing his arm while his hand was rubbing your exposed thigh.

“ I can’t take a moment to admire my woman’s beauty? “ He says before looking into your eyes.

“ Thank you babe. I missed you so much. Please tell me you don’t have another business trip coming up anytime soon. “ You asked making him chuckle.

“ I promise I don’t. I’m all yours. “

He says before leaning in to kiss you. You kissed back and took in a whiff of his cologne. It was your favorite. You and Donovan finally pulled up to the restaurant and he got our first before helping you out of your car. You smoothed down This dress on you before grabbing his hand again and walking inside. As you approached the host, she immediately knew who you both were and signaled you to follow her to the balcony area of the restaurant to get to your private table.

He pulls out your chair for you to sit you down and sat across from you. Since he already knew what you liked, he ordered ahead of time for the both of you. 2 Filet Mignons with grilled asparagus and a bottle of 1985 MUSIGNY Pinot Noir. After dinner was served, both of you dug in. You haven’t had a meal like this in a minute. All night, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Whenever you noticed him admiring you, you would shy away.

“ Stop doing that. “ He chuckled.

“ I can’t help it. You make me nervous. “ You giggled.

“ Now you shouldn’t be nervous after all this time together. “

“ I don’t think this feeling is ever going to go away babe. You just have that effect on me. “

“ You got an effect on me too. Everytime I look at you I just want to peel whatever you have on off. “ He says making your body hot.

“ Oh. Well maybe that can happen tonight. You could be the first person to ever make me orgasm. “

He couldn’t believe what he heard from you. When that sentence came out of your mouth, he was shocked. He knew you’ve had sex before since you dated before him. He never heard of anyone never experiencing an orgasm. His shocked facial expression made you laugh.

“ You make the face every else makes when they find this out. I’ve never had an orgasm or mind blowing sex. I don’t know what it’s like but my previous partners always finished but not me. They would only focus on themselves and not what makes their partner feel good. “

You shrugged. Donovan wiped his mouth with the napkin and signaled to the waiter for the check.

“ We’re leaving. “

“ Why? Did I say something wrong? Was that too much? “ You asked confusingly.

“ Nah baby. Everything is just fine. “

He says leaving you confused more than ever. After paying, he walked you back out to the private car where his security team was standing guard and opening the door for you both. After you entered the car, he followed in behind you before the door closed and the driver took off. You both sat in the backseat in silence. You sat there wondering what was going on until Donovan spoke up.

“ Aye. Pull over in the empty parking lot for me and park near those trees with a lot of shade. “

Donovan ordered the driver. As all 3 cars pulled in the parking lot. Donovan sat up to take off his suit jacket.

“ Step out of the car for a few minutes. I need some time alone with my woman. “

After the driver and the guard in the passenger seat got of the car and closed the door. The other men in the other 2 cars got out as well and guarded you both leaving you confused.

“ Donovan what’s going on? “ You asked before leaned in and kissed you making you sit back against the seat.

“ I’m about to make my woman cum in my hands. “

He says before kissing you again and kneading your breast through your dress. You moaned softly while kissing back from his sudden touch. As his hand made his way down to between your legs. Your legs automatically spread apart. He places one of your legs over his lap to spread them further apart and your dress hike up exposing your lace panties. When his hand made contact with your pussy, you gasped softly into his mouth making him chuckle.

“ B-baby wait. Your people.. “

“ Don’t worry about them. They do what they’re told. “

He says before sliding your panties to the side to expose your second pair of lips. He groaned as his eyes laid on your slit. He rubbed his finger up and down your slit before using 2 fingers to spread your lips apart.

“ Look at how pretty she is.. She’s gonna look even prettier with cum spilling out of her.. “ His baritone voice whispered into your ear sending chills down your spine.

You were so aroused that your nipples were begging to be freed from under the fabric of your dress. Don begins to rub your slit in a circular motion making you hiss and moan.

“ Show me those pretty titties.. “

You let your straps from your dress loosely fall from your shoulders and you pulled down the top of your dress to reveal your breast. He licked his lips before leaning down and bringing your nipple into his mouth. As he sucked your nipple, he slides his 2 fingertips up to your clit and begin rubbing it in a circular motion making you throw your head back while moaning softly.

No man before him ever knew how to please you. This momenf was surreal. He slipped your nipple out of his mouth and leaned back up to your face while licking his lips. He starts rubbing faster and applying a little more pressure on your clit making your legs start to close up on him. He smacked your inner thigh before going back to your clit.

“ Keep them legs open. Don’t close up on me.. “

You moaned and whimpered from his touch. You felt his 2 fingers slide down your slit and into your hole making your mouth drop open. As his fingers pumped into you, he kissed your cheek before speaking.

“ Keep them eyes on me. I want to see those pretty eyes when you cum for me. “

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes on him with the way he was pumping his fingers. He pumped his fingers deeper and curved his fingers upward making you sit up from the seat and moan loudly while trying to move his hand.

“ Don’t touch me. I told you to keep those eyes on me. “

He demanded. You never felt this much pleasure before. It felt so good but it was too much as well. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or not. You begin to feel an unfamiliar feeling build up in your lower stomach making your moans become trapped in your throat. Donovan smirked while looking at your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you threw your head back.

“ Cum for me baby.. “

You never felt so much pleasure in your life. As you came crashing down, your legs shook from the intense release. Donovan pulled out his coated fingers and groaned at the sight of the wet mess you made on them. As you sat there breathing heavily, Don sucked on half of his fingers to taste your sweet juices.

“ Mmm.. you taste as sweet as I thought. Open your mouth. “

You parted your lips welcoming his wet fingers into your mouth. You moaned and sucked on his fingers with your eyes closed. He bit his lip as he watched you suck on his fingers like it was his dick. He pushed his fingers back further into your throat to test your gag reflex. Once he was deep enough, you gagged around his fingers making him pull out.

“ Yeah.. I’m going to enjoy playing in that throat of yours. “

You quickly straddled his lap and kissed him making him chuckle while returning the kiss and rub on your ass. When he felt you try to undo his shirt, he stopped your hands and pulled away.

“ Not now. Wait til we get home. “

He pecked your lips before sitting you beside him. You pouted and pulled your straps back over your shoulders and straightened out your dress. Don knocked on the window signaling his drivers that he is ready to go.

During the 20 minute car ride, your pussy throbbed yearning for Don’s touch again. He could tell how much you needed him by the way how tight you had your legs crossed. When you finally made it to the house, you both made it inside and he stopped you before you went upstairs.

“ Look at me. “ He says while grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. “ When I come upstairs, I expect you to be naked and laying there waiting for me. I want that pussy to be the first thing I see when I walk through that door. Understand? “

“ Y-Yes daddy. “

You never seen this side of him but you were loving it. As you started to walk away, he smacked your ass making you gasp before going upstairs. When you entered the room, you made sure the lights were dim before stripping out of your clothes.

You crawled onto the bed on all fours with your ass facing the door. Meanwhile, Don was downstairs loosening his tie and took a shot of tequila before coming upstairs. When he walked through the door, the first thing he seen was your pussy glistening between your legs. He bit his lip and stood behind you before grabbing your hair with one hand and using his other to rub your right ass cheek before smacking it hard making you moan.

“ Mhmm.. Are you going to be a good girl for me princess? “ He asked while rubbing your left one.

“ Y-Yes.. oh! “

You moaned as he smacked your left one. He took turns spanking each cheek while gripping your hair so you wouldn’t move. It felt so painfully good. The more he spanked, the wetter you got. He took a look at your cheeks and saw how they had a red tint underneath your brown skin. He released your hair and leaned down to kiss both cheeks before attaching his soft lips to your pussy. You gasped at the sudden contact to your pussy. He held your cheeks apart before licking up and down your slit and burying his face deeper. He tongue kissed your pussy slowly while groaning at your taste.

“ F-fuck.. “

You moaned before closing your eyes. Hearing a combination of him sucking, slurping, and his tongue lap loudly was everything. He was enjoying the meal you were giving him. He swirled his tongue all the way down to your clit before sucking and slurping around it making your moans grow loudly before putting your head into the bed.

“ Oh your mouth feels so good.. I love it! “

He moaned to your praise as he continued his combination to your bud. While your legs trembled, your juices soaked his beard. He wasn’t letting you go until you came in his mouth and it wasn’t long until you did. As your second orgasm released from you, he slurped up every drop before licking up to your asshole.

Feeling his tongue touch your asshole surprised you. You squealed and moved forward before being pulled back towards him.

“ Don’t run from me. Give me that ass.. “

He demanded before slithering his tongue against your hole. This was new to you and you were starting to like it. Don spits onto your rim before slurping it up and tonguing your hole. He would lick every part of you if he could. After he kisses each of your cheeks, he sits up and starts instructing you.

“ On your knees. “

You got onto the floor and on your knees before looking up at him. He smirked while looking down at you and unbuttoning his shirt.

“ Take off my pants. “

As you undid his belt buckle, you could already see how big his member was due to his bulge. After his pants dropped, you pulled down his boxers as he threw off his shirt. His dick stuck out in your face catching you by surprise. He was so girthy and long, he could tell by the look on your face how much you wanted him in your mouth.

“ You want to taste this dick don’t you? “ He asked making you nod. “ Speak. “ He demanded.

“ Yes sir. “

You moaned. He kicked his pants and underwear off of his ankles and rubbed his tip against your soft lips. You opened your mouth and he taps his dick against your tongue a few times before thrusting his tip in your mouth. You moaned sucked on his tip making him groan. He inched in slowly into your mouth until he reached into your throat and you gagged. You begin to bob your head back and forth while holding onto the base of his dick making him groan.

“ By the time im done in that throat of yours.. you’re gonna be a beautiful mess.. “

You moaned in response as you continued to suck him off. You never had someone his size before but you were always up for a challenge. He slipped himself out of your mouth and lifted up his dick.

“ Get them balls baby.. “

He propped his leg on the bed to give you more space before you held onto his thigh and brought his sac into your mouth. You spit and sucked on his balls making him moan while jerking himself off. He loved the feeling of your tongue slithering across his sensitive sac.

“ Good girl baby.. Open your mouth. “

You popped his balls out of your mouth and opened up while looking up at him. With his leg still propped up, he slid himself into your mouth before grabbing your hair in a pony tail and thrusting into your mouth. You held onto his thighs as he went faster and started to enter your throat. Feeling you gag around him made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He pulls himself out of your mouth before leaning down to kiss you sloppily.

“ You did so good.. Get on the bed and hold them legs back. “

You crawled onto the bed and laid on your back before holding your legs back. Don crawled on the bed and rubbed his tip up and down your slit while biting his lip.

“ You think you handle me? “ He asked while licking his lips.

“ I’m a big girl. I can handle it. “ You say before smirking.

Your smirk quickly fell as your mouth dropped from feeling him insert himself into you. You could feel his dick slowly invade your walls making you gasp and moan.

“ Shit.. “ You moaned while watching him continue to push himself in.

“ You’re gripping me so tight.. I’m gonna have fun in this pussy.. “

He says before starting his thrusts. Your mouth fell into a permanent ‘O’ from the feeling of his thick member stretching your walls. He made you feel so filled up while thrusting slowly. You threw your head back making him grip your neck.

“ I thought you could handle me baby? “

He says while speeding up making your moans grow louder. He could tell you were about to close up on him and decided to replace your hands with his and pin your legs down into the bed leaving you nowhere to run.

“ Oh fuck! You’re so fucking big! I can’t !“ You whimpered.

“ Yes you can princess. You’re doing it.. I’m not stopping until I feel like you’ve came enough. “

He releases one of your legs to grip onto your neck while thrusting deeper. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he started to hit your spot constantly. You started to feel another unfamiliar feeling arise, it was different than what your last orgasm felt like.

“ Oh shit baby stop! I have to pee! “ You finally spoke.

“ Oh that’s not what that is. Let me have it. “ He smirked.

“ W-what? Oh fuck! “

You screamed out in pleasure as your juices squirted out of you and landed on his dick and up your torso. You laid there breathing heavily in shock at what happened while Don smiled while praising you.

“ That’s my girl.. Mmm.. “

He moaned before leaning down to lick the juices off of your stomach.

“ What are you doing to me.. “ You whimpered as you breathed heavily with your eyes closed.

“ Giving you what you deserve.. This is what happens when you get a grown man’s dick.. “

He says before he licks up your chest and neck, he leaned over your face before sticking his tongue in your mouth and engaging in a tongue kiss with you. You moaned and kissed back as he started thrusting again. He was blowing your mind tonight. Not only did he help you experience your first orgasm, he also made you squirt. You couldn’t believe how long you went without experiencing this.

He pulls out before turning you over on your stomach and getting himself off the bed. He grabs you by your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He helps you get into the all fours position before sliding back into you from behind. Moans flew uncontrollably out of you as he continued to hit every single spot. He grabs you by the front of your neck before pulling you back towards him with your back against his chest.

“ You don’t understand how many nights I’ve been dreaming of this moment.. To have you weak in my arms as I pull every nut from you.. you’re doing so good princess.. “ He kissed your cheek softly while still thrusting.

“ I was made just for you.. fuck me harder.. “ You moaned.

“ You think you can handle that? “

Before you could answer, he pushed you forward making your upper half fall into the bed. With your ass arched up, he placed his hands on your back to deepen your arch before pounding in your pussy making your mouth drop and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“ This is what you wanted right? “ He was so deep you couldn’t form a word. He continuously jabbed near your cervix making you finally groan. “ Answer me when i’m talking to you. “

“ Y-yes! You’re in my stomach! “ You cried out in pleasure.

“ And that’s where I’m cumming too.. “

He showed your pussy no mercy as he fucked you deeply. Your loud moans filled up the room as you gripped the sheets tightly. He had you pinned down with nowhere to run once again. His groans started to get louder as his nut strongly arrived. With one last thrust, you both came together while moaning loudly in satisfaction. He kept himself inside you until all his nut spilled into you. He pulls out and kisses both of your ass cheeks before smacking it.

“ Oh.. my god.. “ You say breathlessly while laying flat on your stomach.

“ This was worth waiting for huh? “ He chuckled before laying ontop of you.

“ Absolutely. “ You giggled as he kissed your cheek.

"Pissed" wasn't even the word. 

In fact, he was beyond that; he was furious. He was furious at the fact that you wouldn't tell him about something like this, furious at the fact that now the world had seen your naked body.

He sat quietly in the back of the car, arms folded to his chest as his hand grasped the paper, gripping so hard that his fingers began to hurt, and his heart raced as he took a deep breath to get his feelings in check. He didn't want to yell at you. Truth be told, he didn't even want to argue about this, but thinking of you keeping this a secret and now everyone seen it made his blood boil as his fist clenched onto that paper with pure anger. 

The sound of the front door snapped you out of your daze. Your teeth stopped nibbling on your manicured nails, and your stomach did at least three more flips and not in a good way, and your palms seemed to constantly sweat from the uneasiness that settled in your body as you nervously bounced your leg. It felt as though the bedroom was too hot; despite hearing the AC running throughout the house, it never seemed to cool the room. 

His shoes clicked against the smooth marble of the floor as he made his way towards the stairs. It was the calmness in his steps that made everything seem more eerie because deep down you knew he was angry. Michael was never one to raise his voice when he got upset. Instead, his anger seemed to show more through the calmness in his voice, the way his tone carried that hint of anger, or the way his facial expressions told it all. 

The sound of the door creaking against the wooden frame as he pushed it open, revealing his large figure in the doorway.

“Michael—” 

“What is this?” The thick stack of paper slapped against the floor as it slid closer to you, making your eyes snap in the direction of it.

“Look, I forgot about it; it was so long ago. I'm sorry, Mikey." 

He wasn't necessarily upset at the fact that you had done the shoot; well, maybe he was, but more at the fact that it seemed like the whole world had seen it and now all eyes were on you. 

“Do y’know how many people probably have this picture saved, lookin at every inch of your body?” he started, his tone completely fading from the soft tone and signature smile he usually used to a tone that was stern, like he was giving you a good talking to. "Are all the people now looking at me to do something, say anything about this? The filthy guys are probably drooling over this."

“I know, I know, my team is already working on releasing a statement. " You stood up in an attempt to soothe the situation, but Michael wasn't having it. 

"Sit" That one word was enough to make your whole body go cold as you quietly obeyed, your eyes falling over his large frame, the way his fists were clenched in a tight ball, the way there was the slight movement of his jaw because he was pressing his teeth together so tightly. 

“On the floor, on your knees." 

You obeyed. I mean, what else were you supposed to do? You knew exactly what was coming and knew exactly what kind of treatment you’d be getting tonight. You watched as he loosened the belt that had been constricting him all day, finally unbuttoning his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing throughout the room as he tugged them down, finally taking a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you. 

"You know what to do, right? Show me how sorry you are." His hand ran from the top of your head down to the soft skin of your jaw, tilting your head upwards to face him. 

"Mhm, I know, Mikey. Let me show you I'm sorry," you cooed, finally taking the opportunity to let your hand run up and down his cock in a slow, almost soothing motion, earning a sigh that slipped past his lips before you pressed a kiss to his tip, your tongue slipping out to lick the slit that dripped with precum before letting your lips form that familiar “o” shape, taking as much length as possible, using your hand to stroke what you couldn't fit. 

A groan trickled out from his throat as he let his fingers tangle in between your strands, letting his hand gently guide your head. The feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and the suction from your mouth paired with the way you swirled your tongue made his hips instinctively buck upwards, hitting that sweet spot in the back of your throat that created the lewd sound of gagging.

“That’s it, take it." His voice was stern, sending a cold shiver down your body as you let your head dip down again, the spit that pooled at the corners of your mouth dribbling down his length, making him toss his head back as you attempted to take him deeper, your hands stroking the rest, your eyes looking up at his facial expressions, fluttering lashes, and brows knitted tightly. That look when you're too far gone in bliss that the only thing you can think about is the intense feeling you're receiving.

“That’s enough." His words stopped you in your tracks, pulling away with a gentle pop.

He laid you down on your back, clothes scattered in a pile with his own, legs spread so that he could see that perfect core that sat untouched and leaking just for him, and despite the fact that millions of people had seen your bare body, he knew he was the only one who'd get to really feel you, feel your gummy walls flutter against him, and feel the warmth from your body; the thought of it made him groan as he gripped tightly onto your hips like it was the last thing he'd be able to feel, lining his tip with your entrance and sliding it in. 

His pace didn't start off slow; it was brutal, anger leaking out in the form of his thrusts. 

“Mikey, s-slow down, it's too much," you babble, your voice shaking from the sheer force of each thrust that made your tits bounce and your head fly back into the pillows as your teeth bit down on your bottom lip, a sting of pain shooting through it from how hard you were biting down.

“You got it, baby. Take this dick." He was breathless, heavy breathing mixed with the sound of skin slapping and sex filling the room as he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck that contradicted the way he was thrusting into you. Your whines sounded like sweet music to his ears as the feeling of your walls sucking him in and the warmth made him moan against the damp skin of your neck.

"Fuck—I'm sorry," you cried out, feeling his tip repeatedly hitting that sweet spot as you let your fingernails dig into his back, earning a wince from Michael, but considering the circumstances he was under, he didn't really care; it only seemed to add to the intense feelings that were shooting through his body. 

“I know, baby, it’s okay," he cooed, his thrusts becoming sloppier and a huge contrast from brutal, yet controlled thrusts, a telltale sign that he was on the verge of release, basking in the feeling of your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your fingers that dug into his back, creating that familiar stinging sensation, and your sweet moans that rang out, falling onto what seemed like deaf ears.

"Gonna cum," you whined, back arching off the mattress, the thin layer of sweat that veiled over your body now mixed in with Michael's own as your body convulsed in waves of pure pleasure. His hips bucked into you as his mouth fell open, giving you another sloppy thrust.

"That's it, so good," he whispered, kissing your collarbone, the warmth from his breath only making your skin feel hotter and sticky, and for a moment, the room fell into this kind of rhythmic silence, light sounds of heavy breathing as you tried to collect yourself. 

“Are you still mad at me?” you whispered through heavy breaths. 

“I was never mad at you," he started, his fingers brushing the skin of your cheek. “I was more mad at the fact that so many people had seen it." His eyes darted away. 

“Only one man has me though."

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He punctuated every last word with another brutal thrust before leaning back just enough to watch your ass jiggle, his fingers dug harder into your hips, leaving crescents. His eyes fluttered, nearly falling shut before opening again, his jaw slack as he watched his dick go in and out of your soppy pussy. You’ll be feeling the aftermath for hours. Even with your body trembling from your fourth orgasm of the night, there isn’t a chance in hell he’ll give either of you a moment to breathe.

Through your broken cries and babbles, your message was clear; you wanted him dead so that he could never hurt you or your baby again. The mention of your sleeping infant just down the hall gave you the strength to glare up at him with hot tears streaking down your face.

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, “Uh huh, I hear you lil mama,” his tongue dragged across his teeth. “I hate yo lil trifling ass too.”

Present day

You shifted uncomfortably as the sun peeked through, now shining directly on you with the palm tree no longer casting any shade. Your eyes followed your daughter as she ran around the splash pad with a few random kids, giggling as she stood beneath the spraying water. Jey came walking back from the water slide, shaking the excess water from his hair.

Flashback

Your legs were parted as you braced yourself on bent arms, your body forward as you desperately tried to keep your arch. His hands settled firmly on your hips, holding you in place while his mouth carefully examines every bit of your pussy, letting his fingers and lips do all of the talking. He was beyond tired of hearing your mouth, he’d rather eat that attitude right outta you.

Closing his lips on your clit, the only sounds filling the room were sucking and the muffled groans as another finger eased deeper inside you.

You didn’t have to see him to picture his smug expression as his tongue teasingly grazed your other puckered hole, as if he wanted to prove you didn’t deserve this kind of attention, yet refused to stop giving it to you. His tongue eagerly lapped at your spilling arousal, savoring every drop.

Fucking his fingers into you, he slowly twisted them to stroke against that spot that caused your teeth to sink into your lip as you tried not to cum. A thin strand of saliva stretched between his lips and your pussy before bringing a hand up to thumb gently at your clit, petting her over and over again. “She wanna cum, don’t she, bae?” His thumb was now sopping wet as he continued his circular motions. “Yeah… I feel her.”

Present day

“You coming?” jey asked.

You cocked your head, brows knitting together when you see him holding your daughter’s tiny hand.

“The lazy river? You coming, right?”

As you three walked hand in hand, the scorching concrete beneath your feet and the crowd of people who would occasionally bump into you, didn’t matter. Your mind was going a mile a minute. You would chalk it up to being horny but it’s much deeper than that. You were at your breaking point. You realized that you’re absolutely tired of the stupid bet and every rule that came with it. If anything, you regretted making that dumb shit in the first place.

All it did was force you to realize that maybe you liked the way things were between you and jey. It was reckless and unpredictable…the push and pull could be exhausting, but the way he always found his way back to you? The make up sex, the possessiveness, how aggressive he gets? You crave it. Yeah, it wasn’t always healthy, and sometimes he took things too far. But… it felt like home. It’s exactly where you wanna be. Even though part of you wanted the picture perfect family for your little girl, you wondered if giving in just one more time would really be so wrong. One quick fuck wouldn’t hurt would it? It’ll help you sort out your feelings.

As you swayed slowly along the lazy river, you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of the sun settle over your skin while cool droplets rolled down your shoulders, providing brief relief from the heat. But no amount of cool water could distract you from the warmth pooling beneath your swimsuit, the unmistakable dampness suddenly allowed a pulse to creep in. Heat coiled in your stomach, all the way down to your core. You couldn’t fight this any longer.

•••

“…pleaseeee!” you whisper, though it comes out more like a whine as your palm caresses jey’s dick while he’s driving. You lean across the console, crowding his space while he tries to keep his eyes on the road.

“Don’t wake up my lil girl with all that whining.”

You smack your lips, “I’m serious!”

“And I’m serious,” he shoots back, giving you a side eye before looking ahead again. “What’s up with you? Ain’t we still on that no sex bet?”

“Fuck the bet, I want you.” He won’t turn you down. It’s jey we’re talking about! But more than anything, he wants to know why. And right now… you can’t give him that.

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” You pull your hand away and drop back into the passenger seat with a frustrated huff, folding your arms across your chest. “It’s a simple yes or no.”

The turn signal clicks as he slows at the intersection. “You gone tell me why?” he asks calmly, his eyes flicking left, then right before making the turn. “Because I already know there’s a reason behind it.” You keep staring at him instead of the road ahead, watching the muscle in his jaw tighten. “And if I find out it’s because of somebody else—”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and suddenly the words came spilling out. “I just want you… a-and I need you.” You scrubbed at your face, only for more tears to replace it. “I miss us. Please…” Your voice cracked. “Just—just make me feel good when we get home. Please!?”

Jey was now blinking slowly as he stared at you, completely caught off guard. His mouth parted like he had a dozen questions, but instead, all he could say was, “…ight.”

•••

You couldn’t believe it had been so long that your first orgasm of the night had damn near taken you out. You collapsed onto your stomach, completely spent. You should know by now that Jey isn’t taking it easy on you, instead he’s giving you exactly what you asked for.

“Nah, fix that arch and stop running.”

You obeyed, your pulse racing as you force yourself to began fucking back into his thrusts. He smacked your ass every time you threw it back on him, “Show off then baby, this yo dick.”

His length pushed in and out, in and out, massaging and soothing your aching sex. You’d needed him for so long, and the more you let yourself think about it, the closer you were to your orgasm. 

“I—“ you started, but he cut you off with another stroke that made your eyes roll back. “It’s comingggggg,” you exclaimed with a gasp.

“Fight that nut baby, I ain’t done with you yet.”

You tried, you really did. But your head tipped back in a silent cry as Jey caught you by the shoulders, setting a relentless pace. Within seconds, you were cumming again. Jey fucked you through it, coaxing every trembling breath and helpless shudder from you. He knew exactly what he was doing, groaning as your velvety walls clenched around him, he could see the ecstasy written all over your pretty face.

He grew worried when you nearly forgot to breathe, quickly pulling out and flipping you onto your back. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek as his eyes searched yours. A weak, satisfied smile tugged at your lips as you sat up.

“You good, ma?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “…’m sorry.”

The worry drained from his face. “Lay back,” He growled. “And take this dick.”

The deeper he went, the harder your eyes rolled back, your body trembling all over for what had to be the hundredth time tonight. Every inch of your body buzzed with pleasure and exhaustion, yet somehow craved every bit of what he gave you. His hands slid from your hips to your stomach before he slowly began to rock his hips and fuck, he was so fucking deep that you felt him in your stomach.

A low groan spilled from his lips, followed by a string of praises. He wouldn’t stop, drunk on the sight of you, the feel of you — until he asks, “Why you wanna be fucked like this?”

He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours,“Look at me,” his voice sounded rougher. “Answer me.” You looked at him, lips parting slightly, but you stayed silent. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Your silence only pissed him off, “So you can’t speak? Bet.” His thumb pressed hard circles against your sensitive nub. The assault becoming increasingly overwhelming — irritation bled through as he began hammering into you with an erratic rhythm, not giving a fuck that you were overstimulated.

You fought to keep your composure, but your body betrayed you anyway. Your pussy tensed, shuddering in involuntary pulses around his dick. This orgasm was much more intense, you felt it quickly approaching as you babbled helplessly. “No! Noo daddy, i’m gonna-”

Jey shifted his angle slightly, leaning forward. His hand settled against your stomach, feeling the way it tightened beneath his touch, as your breathing turned uneven. “That’s exactly what I want, squirt on daddy’s dick.”

He was intentionally pressing at your G-spot. It wasn't gentle, whatsoever. Why? Because he wanted front row seats, and more than that, he wanted to be right in the splash zone. He steps back, stroking his length while watching you intensely as your hips bucked wildly and your body curled in on itself.  Pleasure gushed out of you as you bit down on your lip hard, but Jey’s name still broke free from your throat.

Jey let out a low, rough, “Fuck,” His entire body went taut as he hunched forward, thick ropes of cum shooting over your lower belly. “This all you needed, huh?” He breathed, his body still shaking faintly, yet all he could do was watch you come down from your blissful high.

FEBRUARY 25, 1986

you stand backstage at the 28th annual grammy awards with the soft hum of the audience drifting through the curtains like a warm tide, the air buzzing with the kind of electricity that only nights like this can hold, and you breathe in slowly as you go over your lines for the third time, whispering them under your breath while your fingers trace the cue cards even though you already know every word by heart, your pulse steady but alert because you want everything to be perfect, not just for the show but because you know he is somewhere out there in the crowd watching you with those dark eyes that always make your stomach flutter, and the thought alone sends a quiet warmth through your chest as you straighten your posture and prepare to step into the lights.

the stage manager gives you a gentle nod and you walk out into the golden glow of the auditorium, the applause rising like a wave that washes over you as you smile at the sea of faces, the cameras, the glittering gowns and tuxedos, the shimmering set pieces that catch the light like jewels, and you let your voice carry with practiced grace as you welcome everyone, your tone warm and confident even though your heart is beating a little faster than usual because you know he is somewhere in the audience listening to every word. "good evening everyone and welcome to the twenty eighth annual grammy awards, we are so excited to celebrate the incredible music and artistry that defined this past year, thank you all for being here tonight."

you hold the microphone with both hands as the applause settles, the lights softening just enough to let you see the first few rows of the audience, and your gaze flickers instinctively toward the spot where you know he is seated, catching only the faint outline of his silhouette, the familiar tilt of his head, the quiet stillness of his posture that always gives him away, and even from this distance you feel the invisible thread between you tighten, a secret connection woven through months of stolen moments and whispered conversations and careful glances that no one else has ever noticed.

you continue with your lines, introducing the first categories of the night, your voice steady and smooth as you guide the audience through the ceremony, and each time you step offstage you feel the adrenaline settle into your bones like a soft hum, the backstage crew moving around you with practiced precision, the sound of applause rising and falling like a heartbeat behind the curtains, and you take a moment to breathe, to center yourself, to remind yourself that you are here to work even though your heart keeps drifting toward him like a compass that cannot help but point north.

when it is time for you to present the next award, you step back into the lights with a smile that feels natural and warm, the audience greeting you with another wave of applause, and you read the nominees with clear, confident rhythm before opening the envelope with a practiced flourish, your voice lifting as you announce the winner, the crowd erupting as the popular male artist makes his way toward the stage with a bright grin and an energy that fills the room, his excitement contagious as he climbs the steps and approaches you with open arms.

you expect a handshake or a quick hug, something simple and professional, but instead he leans in with a warm smile and presses a friendly kiss to your cheek, his hand resting lightly on your arm as he murmurs his thanks for your support on the charity project you worked on together, and you feel your breath catch in surprise as the audience reacts with soft laughter and applause, your cheeks warming as you laugh awkwardly and try to keep your composure, reminding yourself that it is harmless, that it is friendly, that it is nothing more than a gesture of appreciation in front of a room full of people.

you step aside to give him space for his acceptance speech, your smile polite and steady even though your mind is still catching up with the unexpected moment, and as the lights shift to focus on him you let your gaze drift toward the audience again, searching instinctively for the one face that matters most, and when you find him your breath catches because michael isn’t just tense, he’s wound so tightly he looks like he might snap if anyone so much as brushes against him. his jaw isn’t only clenched, it’s locked, the muscle ticking beneath his skin as if he’s fighting every instinct in his body not to get up and drag you off that stage, his eyes don’t just stay on you, they burn into you, dark and sharp and unblinking that sends a shiver down your spine as his fingers curl harder against his knee, knuckles whitening, breath tightening in his chest.

he tries to hide it, he really does, but you know him too well, you know the way his emotions flicker beneath the surface like sparks waiting to catch fire, and you can see the jealousy simmering in the tightness of his shoulders, the way he shifts in his seat as if trying to shake off the image of another man’s lips on your cheek, the way his gaze keeps darting between you and the artist onstage as if replaying the moment over and over in his mind, each repetition tightening something inside him until he looks like he might burst from the pressure alone.

the artist continues his speech, completely unaware of the storm brewing in michael’s chest, thanking his team and the fans and the people who supported the charity project, his voice warm and enthusiastic as the audience applauds again, and you keep your expression calm even though you can practically feel the jealousy radiating off him, thick and hot, filling the space between you even from across the room. it’s in the way he won’t blink, the way his lips press into a thin line, the way his foot taps once, twice, three times before he forces it still. he’s trying to stay composed for the cameras, for the crowd, for the moment, but his eyes give him away completely. they’re dark with something possessive, something wounded, something that says he didn’t expect to see another man’s mouth anywhere near you tonight.

when the segment ends and you walk offstage, your heart is still fluttering from the intensity of his stare, your mind replaying the moment in the same way you know he is, and as you step into the dim backstage hallway you press a hand to your cheek where the kiss landed, not because it meant anything but because you know it meant something to him, and the thought alone makes your chest tighten with a mix of affection and worry as you wait for the next cue, the distant sound of applause echoing through the walls like a reminder that the night is far from over.

you lean against the backstage wall for a moment, letting the cool surface steady you as you go over your next lines, your voice soft as you rehearse under your breath, and even though you are alone for now you can still feel the weight of his gaze lingering on your skin, a silent promise that the night will only grow more intense from here, and you close your eyes for a moment, breathing in the charged air of the grammy awards, knowing that the real storm has only just begun.

you stay backstage for a few minutes after your last presentation, letting the noise of the audience settle into a distant hum as you breathe in the dim hallway, the soft glow of the backstage bulbs warming your skin while you rehearse your next lines under your breath, your voice low and steady as you try to shake off the lingering awkwardness from earlier, your fingers brushing your cheek again even though you keep telling yourself it was nothing, just a friendly gesture, just a moment that should not matter, yet you can still feel the ghost of michael’s stare like a hand closing around your ribs, tightening with every breath you take.

the stage manager calls your name again and you straighten your shoulders, smoothing your gown as you step toward the curtain, your heart beating a little faster because this category is bigger, heavier, more important, and you want to deliver it perfectly, especially knowing he is out there somewhere watching you with that quiet intensity that always makes your pulse skip, and as you step into the lights again the applause rises like a warm tide, the golden glow washing over you as you smile at the audience with practiced grace.

you hold the microphone with both hands, grounding yourself in the familiar weight of it as you begin to speak, your voice steady and warm as you welcome the audience back from the short break, the cameras gliding across the room like silent birds while the crowd settles into their seats, and you let your gaze sweep gently across the front rows, your eyes catching the faint outline of his silhouette again, the soft shimmer of his jacket, the stillness of his posture that tells you he has not relaxed since the moment he saw that kiss.

you inhale slowly, letting the moment settle before you continue, your voice carrying clearly through the auditorium. "it is my honor to present one of the most meaningful categories of the night, a category that celebrates the power of music to move us, to unite us, and to change the world. these are the nominees for song of the year." the screens behind you light up with clips and audio, the audience reacting with soft murmurs and applause as each nominee appears, and you stand poised and elegant, your heart thudding quietly beneath your ribs as you hold the envelope in your hand.

when the final nominee fades and the applause settles, you open the envelope with careful precision, your breath catching for a moment as you read the name printed inside, and you lift your gaze to the audience with a soft smile that feels both warm and electric. "and the grammy for song of the year goes to… we are the world, michael jackson and lionel richie."

the room erupts into applause, cheers rising like a wave that shakes the floor beneath your feet, and you look toward the aisle where he stands, his expression unreadable for a moment as he rises from his seat, but then his eyes lock onto yours and everything inside you stills because he is not looking at the audience, he is not looking at the cameras, he is not even looking at the stage itself, he is looking only at you, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he begins to walk toward you with a new calmness that feels too controlled, too deliberate, like a storm holding itself together by sheer force of will, and beside him lionel richie rises as well, moving with him up the aisle like it’s the most natural thing in the world, smiling at the crowd but clearly aware of where this is going, and as they reach the steps lionel goes first, pulling you into a warm, effortless side hug that makes you laugh softly through the shock of it all, his hand patting your shoulder in genuine pride as he murmurs something you barely catch before he steps back with an approving grin.

you swallow hard as he moves toward you, each step drawing the world in tighter until everything else fades into a soft blur. your fingers clamp around the envelope, the paper bending under the tension, but his eyes stay fixed on yours with a steady focus that makes the crowd feel distant and unimportant. the air seems to shift as he gets closer, warm and dense, settling over your skin like something quietly electric.

when he reaches you, he slips an arm around your waist with a certainty that steals your breath. his touch isn’t forceful, just sure, like he’s anchoring you in place without needing to say a word. he looks down at you with his head tilted slightly to the side, studying you with a softness that makes your chest tighten. his teeth catch lightly on his lower lip, a small, unguarded gesture that gives away how much this moment matters to him. and even through all that tenderness, you can still sense the jealousy flickering in his eyes, a faint shadow beneath the warmth. it is not harsh or angry, just a quiet ache he cannot hide, something that tightens his hold on your waist for a heartbeat. his hand squeezes gently, not enough to hurt, just enough to let you feel the emotion he is trying so hard to keep contained.

then he leans in and kisses you.

not a quick peck, not a shy brush of lips, but a soft, sure, deliberate kiss that melts the entire room into silence for a heartbeat before the audience explodes into gasps and cheers and applause, the sound crashing over you like a tidal wave as your eyes flutter shut for a moment, your heart racing wildly as his lips linger just long enough to make it clear that this is not a mistake, not a slip, not a friendly gesture, but a declaration, a reveal, a claim spoken without words in front of the entire music industry.

when he pulls back, he gives you a small, playful wink that makes your stomach flip, his hand brushing your waist one last time before he turns to accept the award from you, his fingers brushing yours with a warmth as he takes the grammy into his hands, the crowd still roaring with excitement as he steps toward the microphone with that soft, shy smile that always makes people melt.

he waits for the applause to settle, his posture relaxed but his eyes flicking toward you every few seconds with a quiet possessiveness that only you can read, and when he finally speaks his voice is gentle, warm, and full of gratitude. "thank you, thank you so much." he pauses as the applause rises again, his smile widening before he continues. "i want to thank lionel, first of all, for being such an incredible partner in creating this song. he is a true friend and a true artist, and i am so grateful for everything we were able to do together."

he shifts the award in his hands, his voice softening with sincerity. "i want to thank every artist who came together for this project, everyone who gave their time and their hearts to something bigger than all of us. this song was made with love, with hope, and with the belief that we can make the world a better place when we stand together."

the audience applauds again, "and of course, i want to thank the fans, because none of this would be possible without your love and your support. you inspire me every single day, and i am so grateful for you."

he pauses, his smile turning a little mischievous, his eyes sliding toward you again with a glimmer that makes your breath catch. "and, um… i guess i should also say…" he lifts the grammy slightly, his tone light but unmistakably pointed. "some people should be a little more careful about kissing another man's lady."

the audience bursts into laughter, cheers rising as people clap and whistle, the cameras catching your face as your cheeks burn with embarrassment and surprise, your hand lifting instinctively to cover your mouth as you try not to laugh, and michael just smiles, that soft, cheeky smile that tells you he knows exactly what he is doing, exactly how flustered he is making you, and he is enjoying every second of it.

he finishes with a warm, humble thank you before stepping away from the microphone, and as he walks back toward you he gives you another small wink, his fingers brushing your waist again as he passes, the touch subtle but full of meaning, and you feel your heart flutter helplessly as he heads back down the steps, the audience still buzzing with excitement from the unexpected reveal.

you stand there for a moment, trying to steady your breathing as the cameras cut away and the stage manager ushers you offstage, your mind spinning, your cheeks still warm, your heart pounding with a mix of shock and affection and something deeper, something that feels like it has been waiting to surface for a long time, and as you step into the dim backstage hallway again you know he will find you soon, and you know the conversation waiting between you will be one you will never forget.

the hallway feels calmer than the stage, dimmer and softer, the noise of the grammy crowd fading into a distant echo as you step into the quiet. you’re still warm from the lights, still breathless from everything that happened, your mind replaying the moment he kissed you in front of everyone like a scene you can’t quite believe is real. you press your hand lightly to your lips, trying to steady yourself, when you hear him behind you, his footsteps slow and sure, carrying that familiar mix of confidence and emotion that always gives him away.

when you turn, he’s already watching you, his grammy tucked under one arm, his shoulders relaxed but his eyes still burning with that jealousy he hasn’t shaken off yet. he walks toward you with a softness that contradicts the storm you know is still swirling inside him, and when he reaches you he stops close enough that you can feel the warmth of him settle around you like a blanket. his voice is gentle when he speaks, even though his eyes are still sharp with emotion. "you okay baby?" he asks quietly, his hand brushing your arm in a way that makes your breath catch. "i didn’t mean to overwhelm you out there."

you nod, though your heart is still racing, and he studies your face for a moment, searching for any sign of discomfort. when he finds none, his expression shifts, softening into something warm but edged with that quiet, simmering jealousy he’s trying so hard to keep under control. "i just… i couldn’t sit there and watch that," he murmurs, "him kissin' you like that. i know it was friendly, i know it didn’t mean anything, but it still…" he trails off, shaking his head slightly, his jaw tightening for a moment before he exhales slowly. "it still bothered me."

you whisper his name softly, and he gives a small smile, one that’s both apologetic and a little proud, like he knows he’s being ridiculous but he also knows he’d do it all again. "i’m not gonna pretend i wasn’t jealous," he says, his voice low and honest. "i was. i still am." he leans in a little, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "but i’m glad everyone knows now. i’m glad they know who my woman is... the woman i get to love."

your cheeks warm instantly, and he notices, his smile turning a little smug but still gentle, still full of affection. "guess i made the night a little more interesting." he adds, his tone playful but certain. lifting the grammy slightly, his eyes glimmering with pride.

you roll your eyes at him, but you’re smiling, and he sees it, his expression softening again as he cups your jaw with one hand, his thumb brushing your skin with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. "you did amazing tonight," he whispers. "i’m so proud of you."

you tell him you’re proud of him too, and his smile grows, warm and bright, the kind of smile that lights up his whole face. he glances down at the grammy in his hand, then back at you, and the warmth in his eyes deepens. "i got my award," he says softly. "and i got you. that’s all i wanted tonight."

he leans in closer, his voice dropping into something playful, something that makes your stomach twist. "c’mon," he murmurs, kissing your temple. "let’s go home so i can show you how jealous i was."

your eyes widen and you slap his chest lightly, your voice a shocked whisper. "michael!" he laughs softly, the sound warm and sweet, his shoulders shaking just a little as he catches your hand gently, his fingers curling around yours with an ease that makes your heart flutter.

"i’m teasing," he says, though the sparkle in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying every second of your reaction. "but i do wanna get you out of here."

you’re still flustered, still warm, but you’re smiling, and he sees it, his own smile stretching wider as he gives your hand a gentle tug. he leads you down the hallway toward the exit, his grammy tucked under his arm, his fingers laced with yours like he’s never letting go. when he pushes open the door to the cool night air, the limo waiting just outside, he glances back at you with a look so full of pride and happiness it makes your chest swell.

he’s got his grammy. he’s got his girl. and he looks like he’s floating.

you squeeze his hand, your smile soft and full, and he squeezes back, his voice low and warm as he whispers, "let’s go home."

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