#daddy!michael

You were currently sprawled out on the bed. A pink babydoll nightgown the only thing adorning your delicate body. As you heard the heavy footsteps coming closer, you were quick to adjust your position, stretching yourself out in the most flattering way possible and making sure that the fabric rested high on your thighs. Exposing the thick flesh, just how he liked it.

As Michael pushed open the door, his eyes immediately fell on you. Your fingers playing with the little bow right under your chest as you gave him a welcoming smile. He groaned, taking quick steps toward the bed before crawling over you. He rested his head right on your chest, relaxing into the plump flesh. “Damn baby,” he said, taking a deep breath, “you smell so good”. You giggled, your fingers finding their way into his black hair. He rested there for a second, his hands gently roaming around your waist and hips, feeling the cheap fabric between his fingers.

He finally lifted his head, propping himself up on his forearms before drifting his eyes over your torso. He scrunched together his brows. “That’s so pretty baby” he groaned, his fingers playing with the little bow. “’s that new?”. You nodded, a big smile on your lips. “You like it?” you asked, blinking at him with innocent eyes. “Oh,” he growled, “I love it, princess” and as he finished his words, he playfully dug his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder. You winced, causing Michael to smile widely.

“Ow,” you pouted, resting your hands on his firm shoulders, “that hurt, Mike”. He raised an eyebrow at that, smile never faltering. “Mike?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone, “What’s up with that name, hm?”. One finger of yours grazed along his jaw, before giving a sassy smile yourself.

“Well, I have been waiting all day for you to come home” you said, slightly narrowing your eyes at him. He chuckled, before placing a gentle kiss to the slightly red spot on your shoulder. You stayed like that for a moment, his hand massaging the flesh of your waist as your finger grazed along his cheek and jaw.

It wasn’t until the sparkly diamonds of your new necklaces caught his eye, that he broke the silence. “Never seen those before, doll” he smiled, inspecting the three necklaces that adorned your neck. Your hand rose instinctively to touch them. “I bought them today” you said, tilting your head at him. “They’re beautiful” he whispered, watching them sparkle against your skin. “How much were they, bunny?” his tone carried some suspicion. You breathed out a laugh, your fingers threading through his hair. “Thirty” you shrugged, and watched as his eyes slightly widened. “Thousand?” he asked, and you nodded. “Each” you smiled, making him freeze for a second before laughing, genuinely laughing before dropping his face into your chest once more.

He shook his head as he looked up to you again. “I think I should take away that card from you, little girl”. You pouted at that, despite knowing that he would never actually do that. Michael had a hard time telling you no, and even if he did once in a while you knew exactly which buttons to push to change his mind. You had him wrapped around your little finger, and he was exactly where he wanted to be. “Don’t pout baby, you’re just too spoiled” he said, before pressing a slow kiss onto your lips. You smiled at him as he pulled away again. “It’s not my fault,” you protested, feigning betrayal, “you made me like that”.

“You’re right, bunny” he smiled, before leaning in to kiss your cheek. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. “I waited all day, daddy” you whispered into his ear, pulling a tiny smirk from him. He gripped at your waist a bit harder, almost becoming painful. “I know baby, like a good little girl”. His tone had changed completely, from gentle to dominant.

“So reward me, daddy” you demanded. He laughed quietly, though you could feel him already getting hard against your leg. He pulled away from you, slowly rising from the bed. “I need a shower baby, wait a little more and you’ll get your reward”. Your pouting didn’t work, and you watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. Michael was quick with his shower, roughly blow drying his hair and putting on some perfume before walking out again.

He rolled his eyes at the sight. You lay on your belly, your cheeky little panties on full display as you were typing some messages on your pink flip phone. Of course you did that on purpose, pulling the fabric of the nightgown higher to expose your ass to Michael as soon as he stepped out. The smell of his perfume surrounded you, the familiar scent always making you a little drunken. You turned your head, looking at him over your shoulder.

His hair was slightly messy and still damp, no shirt, only some black slacks around his hips, the button of it undone. His eyes gleamed with darkness, roaming over your body. “You’re in trouble” he muttered, making you blink at him with confusion. He moved up the bed, leaning over your body. “I thought I was getting a reward?” you said with an attitude.

He laughed quietly, before leaning down, pressing his bare chest against your back. His hair tickled your cheek. “Call it however you want, doll”. His lips started pressing kisses against your neck, causing you to sigh, the messages you had been sending your best friend long forgotten. “Displaying those flimsy little panties on purpose, hm?” he said against your skin, beginning to lick at the skin now. “Trying to rile daddy up, don’t ya?”. But he didn’t even need an answer, the soft gasps leaving your mouth were enough for him.

“I bought them just for you” you breathed, “I told the assistant in the store that my boyfriend loves cheap, sinful little dresses,” a moan escaped your lips as he gently suckled on your neck. “Don’t you think she gave me a good recommendation?”. You already knew his answer. He loved those flimsy babydoll dresses, especially the cheap and pink ones. They just made you look a certain way, like his cheap little doll. Not that you actually were, or that he treated you like that. The ninety thousand dollars around your neck being proof. It just got him going a certain way. Being able to tear those cheap little panties off your body without you complaining about it.

“I should have someone send her a reward, for dressing my little girl up so prettily” he whispered, breath hot against the shell of your ear before he gently nibbled on your lobe. You gasped, your hand reaching back to grab Michael’s hair. “Please daddy, you have been on my mind all day” you said, making him smile against your skin. “Oh, did ya, doll? What was that you have been thinking, mh?”.

You rolled your eyes at his little game, though absolutely loving it. “Been thinkin’ bout you daddy” you gasped, “’bout your kisses, hands grabbing at me,” you pulled a little on his hair as he licked over the sensitive spot behind your ear. “and ‘specially bout your fat cock pounding me into the mattress”. He hummed against you approvingly, slowly grinding his erection against your ass. “Tell me more, bunny” he ordered and you helped him, bucking your ass against him. “Thought bout your fingers in my mouth, shuttin’ me up cause ‘m screamin’ too much”. He growled into your ear, before pulling away and flipping your over.

You looked up at him, lazily spreading your legs to welcome him in. He got closer immediately, chasing your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. You complied immediately, hands grabbing at his arms as he licked into your mouth. The taste of cinnamon spread across your tongue, feeling all too familiar. You moaned into him as you felt his hard dick pressing against your clit. As Michael pulled away from you, your face was flushed and your pink lips were covered in his spit. He smiled at you, his layers fanning around his face as he teasingly pressed himself against your cunt. Your hips chased the feeling, beginning to buck against him.

He shook his head, before sitting up on his knees and firmly holding your hips down. “Nuh-uh” he said, looking amused, “gotta be patient baby”. You whined, narrowing your eyes at him. “Not fair” you breathed, “I waited all day”. Michael chuckled. “Dressed up for you, and welcomed you all pretty” you pouted. “Yea, and spent 90K”.

You scrunched up your brows, before locking your legs around his waist and forcing him closer again. “Give me what I deserve, daddy” you pleaded, guiding his hands up to your tits, where he immediately started squeezing and caressing. “Alright, calm down” he said gently, looking into your eyes, “don’t want my baby to get all worked up”. And with that he started grinding onto you again, brushing against your clit teasingly making you mewl.

“Daddy” you whined, still not pleased. “Hm?” he hummed in question, a grin plastered on his face. “My panties are soaked” you gasped, causing him to groan. “Already, bunny? Daddy barely touched you”.

You nodded, a pout on your lips. “What do ya need, doll, tell daddy”. You hummed happily, hands moving to cup his face. “Want daddy’s tongue and fingers” you gasped, staring into his eyes. “Think you deserve it bunny?” he asked, smiling at you, though he already knew he would give it to you. You nodded cutely, causing his chest to tighten. He was quick to position himself between your legs, face close to your soaked panties.

His slid his finger along them, groaning as he felt the damp fabric. “Fuck baby” he mumbled mesmerized, “ya didn’t lie bout being soaked, hm?”. You shook your head, lashes fluttering against your cheek as he kissed your clothed clit. His hands grabbed at the panties hugging your hips and started pulling them down, tossing them somewhere behind himself. “What a pretty cunt” he whispered against your bare folds, before diving in with his tongue, licking flat across your wetness once. He closed his eyes and hummed upon tasting you.

You closed your own eyes as he began flicking his tongue against your clit in practiced strokes, knowing your body exactly. “Daddy” you breathed, slowly propping yourself up on your elbows, wanting to see his face pressed against your cunt. The sight left you breathless, Michael’s round eyes staring into your own as his lips suckled around your nub, drawing the prettiest moans out of you. His finger found your clenching hole, teasing, pushing just the tip inside.

You whined, brows furrowed, and he just couldn’t endure it. Couldn’t see his pretty girl suffer for more than a few seconds. You sighed as he plunged his finger inside you fully. You had always loved his hands. They were huge, and skilled. The pressure of his finger fucking inside of you combined with the sucking on your clit left you breathless. A warm feeling spreading through your entire body as you held his gaze. He pulled away with a pop, sliding in a second finger. You threw your head back a bit, the stretch burning deliciously. “Feel good?” he asked, eyes never leaving you, the sparkly, pink diamonds reflecting in his eyes. “Yes daddy” you gasped, looking at him once more. “Want your cock now, need it, need to be full”.

“God baby” he groaned, “such dirty words coming from your little mouth”. But he loved it, loved when you talked dirty to him. And of course, he couldn’t deny your wish. He sucked off your sweet juices from his fingers, before pulling off his slacks. His cock hanging hot and heavy between his legs.

“Let daddy know how you want it” he said, taking in your already fucked out state. One strap hanging down your shoulder, hair sprawled around you messily and sticking to your spit clad lips. Legs spread and pussy wet only for him. “Rough,” you whispered, looking up at him through half closed eyes, “want you to toss me ‘round and fuck me ‘til I cry, daddy”. His cock throbbed painfully, before he turned you onto your belly roughly. His hands pulling your hips upward, fully exposed to him now as you arched your back just the way you know he loved.

He gave a smack to your ass, leaving a red mark there and drawing a wince from you. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, making him chuckle as he placed one of his hands on the small of your back, lining his tip up with your wet hole. “Tell me how much you want it” he demanded, his voice raspy. You whined, not understanding why he teased you like this. “I need it, daddy. Been thinkin’ bout it all day, squeezed my thighs together at the thought of you”. And that was all it took for him, plunging his long dick inside of your cunt.

You moaned out immediately, though he fucked you every day, you could never get used to his size. Michael bit his lip, holding back his own sound as your hole stretched and clenched around him pathetically. He wasn’t gentle, nor slow. He started fucking you fast and hard from the beginning. Making you wince and squeal in pain. He ignored it though, because that’s exactly what you had asked for. Rough. He was giving you rough. “That’s it” he groaned, sweat forming on his forehead as his hips snapped against yours bruisingly. “Daddy” you whined out as his cock abused your cervix brutally. He hurt in the best way possible. “What, bunny? Wanna cry?” he asked mockingly. You nodded, face pressed against the plush pillow and tears already forming in your eyes. “Then cry, cry for daddy”. A sharp, warm feeling spread in your belly, as the pain turned into pure pleasure. Tears were flowing from your eyes uncontrollably as you sobbed into the pillow.

Michael loved seeing you cry, while moaning and fluttering around his cock. He could bust his load immediately when he sees the tears streaking your face, the way your eyes sparkle for him while he drills you into the mattress.

His hand found your head, pressing you into the already wet pillow further, rougher. Your release was dangerously close. “atta girl” he cooed, making you moan louder, the heat in your belly close to overflow. “Waited for me all day, been good and treated yourself, walked around with my card and letting everyone know who you belong to” he muttered, just babbling at this point. But you loved it. “Who’s name is on that card, bunny?” he asked, picking up his pace. “Yours” you almost screamed out, wanting nothing more than to cum. “What’s my name baby, tell me”.

“Daddy” you gasped, making him laugh and shake his head, but never faltering his rhythm. “What a dumb girl, what’s my name”. You shook your head against the pillow, more tears flowing down your face. “Daddy” you moaned, walls clenching around him. “’m close, gonna cum”. And Michael understood immediately, you didn’t actually mistake his name, you needed his permission to let go. It had always been like that. Your body physically couldn’t let go until he told you it was okay.

“Wanna cum, baby?”. You nodded eagerly, desperately, body shaking with every thrust. “No, little longer, ‘m not there yet”. You cried out at that, frustrated. “Don’t be sad, daddy will get you there”.

You knew he would, by the way his thrust were slowly getting a little less controlled. He was teetering on the edge too. “Taking my cock so well” he muttered, watching his length disappear inside of you again and again and again. Your juices leaving a creamy ring around the base of him.

“Daddy please, need to cum” you babbled, mind going a little blank. He leaned over your body, his sweaty chest pressed against the cheap fabric of the nightgown, his hand slinging around you and starting to circle your clit in tight strokes.

“Cum, bunny” he whispered right into your ear. And you did. The waves rippling through you, breathing stopped and legs shaking as your walls fluttered around his thick cock. Michael followed soon after, spilling his hot seed into your tiny hole while groaning right into your ear. Your body was trembling from overstimulation, and tears were still running down your cheeks.

The thrusts stopped, and he slowly slid out of you, your mixed releases running down your thighs. You winced, unable to move, overwhelmed. Michael laid down beside you, gently pulling you into his embrace. His hand threaded through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings to you, calming you down. You breathing had evened out, and your legs were trembling a little less as you started drawing invisible patterns on his chest. “Wanna shower?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead, “Little more” you whispered, making him smile.

He looked at your flushed and tear streaked face, before slowly dropping to the babydoll nightgown. He gently pulled the fabric between his fingers. “You knew exactly what you were doing with this” it wasn’t a question, just a statement.