This is an excerpt from my MJ book It’s Just Desire on wattpad. ૮꒰˵•ﻌ•˵꒱ა₊˚⊹
₊˚⊹ Behind the closed doors of Neverland, Michael’s jealousy and desperation finally spill over. After days apart, one mention of another man is all it takes to turn a quiet romantic bath into a raw, possessive claiming and he pours out every filthy fantasy he’s been holding back ★
、K!nks. Possessive, jealousy, breed!ng, !impregnation, chok!ng, !pregnancy, lactat!on implication, bathtub, rough, emotional!sex (crying), voyeur!sm fantasy, exhibition!sm fantasy, daddy k!nk undertones, hot wife, thirdperson, OC.
In the bathroom he set her down only long enough to turn the taps and strip her himself, slow and thorough. When he unclasped her bra, her breasts spilled heavier into his hands than either of them expected… fuller, tighter.
Michael sighed and dragged his thumbs over them once, watching the way her body reacted. She jerked and giggled before stepping into the deep, steaming water. He climbed in behind her.
The heat pulled a soft sound from her throat as she settled back against his chest. His hands immediately rose to cup her breasts again under the water, obsessed with the new fullness with new attention.
He let her lather herself before asking the question.
“So, tell me about this… Sebastian?” he murmured in her ear.
“He’s nobody,” Gia smirked, enjoying his jealousy in his inquiry.
“He saw you in that little bikini, huh?”
“It was a dress,” she corrected. She remembered how her cheeks flushed when Sebastian called her Mrs. Jackson, realizing he knew exactly who she was the entire time. “And he knew I was married to you, ok?”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.”
Michael made an audible exhale. Low. Rough. The sound vibrated through her entire back like it had been punched out of him. She didn’t expect that response from a single sentence.
His fingers started sinking into her flesh.
“You know when I couldn’t reach you, it drove me insane …“His hand came up around her throat, closing gently but firmly, holding her still against him. “I finally get you on the phone and after we hang up, you’re telling me some man was staring at you in a little dress?”
Gia’s breath caught, flustered. “Michael it wasn’t anything like that—”
“I thought about you every night you were gone,” he whispered, voice fraying. “Just thinking about what you were doing made me so hard… I had to stroke myself so slow it hurt.”
Gia’s eyes widened, surprised by how far gone he suddenly sounded. “Well… alright.”
“Made me want to drag you home, bend you over, and ruin you over and over. I still do.”
“You could have called me,” Gia breathed as his grip tightened around her neck. “I would’ve told you…”
“You would’ve?” he asked against her ear, hand still at her throat, the other kneading her fuller breast like he was obsessed with the new weight of it. “Or would you have heard how desperate I sounded for you? Thinking of another man talking to you, picturing if you moan the same way for him as you do for me?”
His other hand left her breast and slid down under the water, two fingers pushing straight inside her without warning. Gia surrendered instantly, a whimper escaping from her mouth.
“I was thinking about the way you look when you come. The way you sound. The way you let me fill you until it was running out of you.”
She could see Michael alone in their bed, fist tight around himself, hips lifting into his own hand, eyes shut, lost in memories of her while jealousy ate him alive.
“I couldn’t stop,” he confessed against her ear. “Even when I heard the phone ring or someone knock for me. I bit down on the pillow and kept going… desperate… I couldn’t get enough of you even in my own hand. I came so hard I saw stars. Makes me want to keep you full all the time.”
The memory of his groan still echoed in her body… the pure, unfiltered reaction.
“Michael Jackson,” she whispered, almost laughing, almost moaning, “you are the wildest man alive. Jealous over a man who didn’t even touch me?”
“Only you make me like this,” he said, voice rough, almost shaking with it, watching her face him now.
Even in the low light and rising steam he looked unreal. The sharp, elegant lines of his face were softened by pleasure and desperation. His high cheekbones flushed, his lips parted around uneven breaths, His black curls clung to his forehead and the nape of his neck in damp ringlets. Water beaded along the skin of his shoulders and chest, tracing the lean muscle.
“You enjoyed fucking me in front of Brock, huh? Knowing he was watching? You want to do the same thing with Sebastian?”
“God yes,” he confessed, voice almost black with it. “And I would have made him watch every second. I would’ve bent you over right there, pulled your dress up, and slammed into this tight little pussy while he stood there. I would’ve made you look at him while I fucked you, made you tell him how much deeper I get… how much better I fill you. I would’ve pulled out and made you suck me clean then pushed back in and pumped you until you came screaming my name until you had no memory of him left.”
Gia wasn’t sure how to react to that, but seeing him look so desperate and pathetic for her turned her on anyway. She never imagined Michael to be a voyeur… or whatever he was.
“So do it,” she challenged softly. “Fuck the memory of him out of me right now.”
Something in Michael snapped.
He turned her in the water and pulled her up into his lap so she straddled him. His hands gripped her ass hard enough to bruise as he lined himself up and thrust into her in one deep, claiming stroke. A broken, tearful moan tore out of him at the feel of her closing around him.
“God, Gia” he choked, already moving, already thrusting up into her with short, urgent thrusts. “You’re mine. No one else gets this. No one else gets to feel you like this.”
He held her tight against his chest, face buried in her neck, crying quietly while he drove into her. Every thrust was possessive, almost frantic, like he was trying to fuck the fantasy out of both of them and replace it with pure, undeniable ownership. The water splashed over the edges of the tub.
Gia was bouncing so hard she felt like she was in a trance. Total and complete hypnosis, surrendering to his strokes as her eyes rolled and she cried his name. He cupped her heavy tits in his hand and put one in his mouth, completely turned on at the thought of milk flowing out of them soon enough.
“I love you girl” he sobbed between sucks. “You’re going to have my baby, Gia. All of them. I’m going to give it to you now… I’m gonna fill you now, okay baby girl?”
“Okay da–” she couldn’t even get the words out when she felt a primal wreckage in her walls. She came hard around him, clenching and fluttering, milking him. Michael felt it too and flooded her while tears kept slipping down his face. He held her locked against him through every aftershock, grinding up into her like he never wanted to leave her body again…
Even after the last pulse faded he stayed buried inside her, arms tight, forehead pressed to her shoulder, breathing hard and uneven, his member still twitching with residual sparks, completely wrecked and completely hers.
