Description: Michael is a bad boy, that lives a carefree life full of fame and he falls for you, a sweet innocent preachers daughter. Your dad doesn’t like him…putting you in a position where you ghost him for weeks. Which turns into an unfortunate series of events.
Warnings: cussing, 18+, smut, oral sex f!recieving, he eats you out his sunroof, dom!michael, p!in v sex, penetration, tying up, overstimulation, fluff, etc.
Authors note: sorry yall I definitely went a little overboard with the plot (per usual) but I hope you all enjoy!!!
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The soft clink of cups and eating utensils created a soft ambience of a family dinner. A dimly lit candle sat in the middle of the black lacquer table, adorned with a gold floral table cloth.
Wine glasses were set on the table by your parent’s plates, while you opted for just water and light ice.
This was the time of the night you dreaded the most. You absolutely hated dinner with your parents every night, not because you hated them but because of the conversations they would have with you.
It was exhausting, every time you met with them for dinner it turned into a court room.
Another disagreement turned argument with your father.
“So…how school been?” Your dad asked heartily as he scraped some of his collared greens off his plate with his fork, breaking the silence.
You shrugged nonchalantly as you kept flattening your fork in the yams your mom made, “You know same old same old, teachers drowning me with work.”
Your dad only acknowledged your answer with a soft hum before shooting a knowing look to your mom. You knew that look, the look that was going to ignite a fire within you if the wrong words were spoken.
Your mom smiled sweetly, “Me and your dad have been thinking about you getting married. You are twenty two and approaching the age your sister got married.”
You internally rolled your eyes, keeping the facade that you were listening intently to each word on the outside. You held yourself with so much poise and respect but internally you were fuming.
Pissed you were being compared to your older sister like you have been your entire life.
Silence wavered around you three.
You cleared your throat and took a sip of your water. The cold substance seemed to cool your boiling blood rather than quench your thirst.
You put your drink down with a heavy clink, your eyes flickering towards your mom who was across the from you, “So you want me to get married?”
Your dad chimed in, “Exactly that, it’s time for you to find a husband in the church. There’s plenty of young men I know of.”
Here came this tired conversation again.
The colloquy was the same each time, your dad wanted you to find a church man just like your sister did. A man that he could pick to take his place as the pastor once he got old.
He wanted to pass the keys of leadership in the church on to the next worthy man who he seen fit. In his mind it had to be at least one of his daughter’s husbands.
You sighed softly, “Listen, mom, dad,” you shot a quick gaze to your dad who was at the head of the table, then your mom, “I respect your wishes but right now I’m focused on college and quite frankly I’m not looking for marriage.”
That was a lie, a little white lie. You were indeed in love but who had to know?
Who had to know it was Michael Jackson?
Certainly you weren’t going to tell your dad who it was.
Your dad’s eyes narrowed, “So you tellin’ me you not looking for love huh?” He questioned as he looked at your mom.
He had his, “can you believe this bullshit” look plastered onto his face.
Your mom only looked down at her plate quickly before excusing herself to gather everyone’s plates, “I’m gonna start us with some dessert.”
She swiftly disappeared to the kitchen, leaving the conversation to be between you and your dad. Mainly because she knew you had deep feelings for Michael. She promised to keep her silence on the subject, reminding you that he seemed like a good fit for you but your dad would never even approve you two together.
Now it was just you and your dad. It felt like an intense presidential debate brewing between you two.
“Yes it’s true dad. I’m focused on my studies,” you reasoned as you folded your napkin absentmindedly, trying to keep yourself grounded.
Your dad took a gulp of his non alcoholic wine, “I’ve been twenty two before, you don’t think I know about you and that boy,” he paused briefly , “or shall I say his name, Mr Michael?”
You gulped nervously. Wonder how he knew of this. Your mom wouldn’t have ratted you out.. so how?
Sweat was building under your arm pits as your body began to increase in temperature.
Your dad wanted to play devils advocate you were here for it, you’d play right into what he wanted.
You attempted to seem unmoved by the mention of his name, “Yes Michael is someone I’m close with, what’s the problem?”
Your mom came in, putting down a fresh slice of chocolate cake in front of you and your dad before attempting to disappear into the kitchen again.
“No, baby stay in here, listen to your daughter,” he commanded, “close is an understatement. You don’t think I hear you on the phone with him or even when you go to God knows where at night?”
You bit the inside of your lip hard, tasting metallic taste of blood on your tongue. It took everything in you to restrain from being disrespectful. You took a deep breath and smiled lightly.
“Dad, I’m also a grown woman with her own life going on and her own relationship business.” You said defensively, your voice firm yet respectful.
Your dad eyes dropped with disappointment once he heard those words roll off your tongue, “You forgot to add, your a young woman that is still under her dad’s mortgage and light bill, while also having religious obligations. In theory you’re grown yes but the Bible says to obey your parents, which you’re not doing.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion , “I do everything you ask me to do, no, actually beyond that and it’s still not good enough?”
Your dad shook his head vigorously, “You do the bare minimum, you do as to what you’re supposed to do. What you don’t do is what’s expected of you and that’s where you go wrong. I warned you about that boy didn’t I?”
You wish you could flip the table over. That’s how fired up with anger you were. Mainly because you had feelings for Michael and he seemed to be the one guy that actually cared for you and treated you like a woman.
The men at church that your dad loved to introduce to you were all the same just in different variations. Most courted you because they knew your dad would be giving up his preacher position soon.
They wanted the money and the status associated with the title of being the preacher and your husband, they never really truly wanted you.
Not because you weren’t pretty because you were drop dead gorgeous, it’s just they looked past that and focused on their own advantages they would receive from dating you.
You knew this and felt you deserved more than to be some trophy First Lady of the church in the future.
You got up from the table, scooting your chair back to give you room to leave, “Im done talking about this. What I choose to do is up to me.”
Your dad scolded you harshly, “Don’t you dare walk away, listen to me and listen to me clear,” his voice was firm with anger, “I catch you with him or even talking to him, I will take away your funding for school and anything else you hear me?”
All of a sudden you felt dizzy, unable to process your dad’s harsh and unfair words.
The large dining room felt significantly smaller and cramped with thick tension and heat.
You craned your head to meet your fire lit dad’s eyes, “Are you serious?” Was all you could mutter.
Your dad finally touched his cake, happily plopping a slice into his mouth before speaking, “I won’t let you tarnish the family image. You can’t get the benefits of being in this family if you can’t even listen to my simple rules. It’s simple really, yet your choice.”
You glanced at your mom as tears threatened to spill out. Trying to find her eyes so you could see if she would co-sign on your behalf. Per usual she opted for silence.
Immediately you stormed out of the room in silence, unable to even think clearly.
As you trudged along the steps to retreat to your room your dad was still talking.
“One day you’ll see how far listening to me gets you,” he called after you, before muttering to your mom to let you be and not follow you.
-
The next day you sat in your bed and looked through your couple photo book you and Michael made. You had a whole secret relationship with him without your dad knowing before yesterday.
You loved Michael truly with all your heart.
Yet deep down you knew you needed the money for school, being that it was your passion to pursue higher education.
You hated how your dad manipulated this situation. You hated how you couldn’t be normal like everyone else and love whoever.
Yet here you were. Your dad hated Michael all because he felt like he wasn’t fit for you.
Mainly because he was a bad boy.
A boy who liked to race in his fast luxury cars while simultaneously preforming for thousands.
A boy who sometimes got into trouble and would have you out at the late hours of the night.
A boy who was your first everything.
Believe it or not, he changed you.
In a way your father didn’t like.
You spoke up for yourself more around your parents since you started dating Michael and your dad noticed.
He noticed the small subtle changes in your mood.
How you’d rush to the phone at certain hours of the night. Or how you and your mom would speak in hushed whispers when you two thought he wasn’t listening.
So naturally he got suspicious and investigated a little and eventually divulged your little secret.
You closed the photo book and hid it somewhere so you could forget about Michael.
You mustered up the courage to break up with him on the phone. Dodging Michael’s concern on your sudden change of heart.
He would say, “If there’s something wrong mama talk to me, I’ll fix it.” Hurt laced his voice making your stomach drop.
You felt so bad, trying not to wavier on your promise to your dad, only saying Michael, “You can’t fix it. We’re done. Goodbye Michael.”
Little by little you ghosted him. You ignored his calls, and his letters.
Every way of contact possible you dodged.
3 weeks went by of pure mortifying silence from you.
You decided to start engaging with the boys from church. Sweet smiles framed your dad’s face once he seen you walk out his front door with the church boys to go on dates.
You hated to admit but you did like the approval you were gaining from your dad.
Approval you never were able to receive since you were born. So naturally it struck a cord in your heart for you to do right.
You put on your best innocent act, seeming interested when it was actually opposite.
Although you longed for you dad’s approval and wanted your schooling paid for, you still hated every boy that wasn’t Michael.
It made your heart long for him even more but you wanted to hold up the end of your deal with your father.
Yet you felt an empty longing for Michael’s smile.
Longing for the late night drives where he would sing his unreleased songs he wrote to you.
The cute little drive in dates where you two would drown yourselves in candy.
The intimate moments that you two shared just talking about childhood and life.
He flooded your mind all the time. You just hoped he didn’t hate you.
“You ok??” A hazel eyed young man asked you across from the dinner table.
Here you were, stuck at another dinner table with a man from church you didn’t even have an ounce of interest in.
Immediately you were brought out of your daze, coming back to the dreadful date you currently were on.
You nodded, “yeah I’m just feeling a little queasy…you mind taking me home?”
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Your eyes were shut peacefully as you drifted off to the sweet realm of dreams. You were comfortably tucked into your fluffy blankets.
Your eyes sealed shut under your eye mask.
Your fan hummed softly overhead as the crickets made a symphony along with the fan outside your window.
Even with all the background noise a soft silence settled in until…
A large thud vibrated against your window waking you out of your peaceful slumber.
Immediately you sat up and slipped your eye mask off, looking around the infinite darkness. Another thud shook your window again, making your skin crawl in fear.
You peeled out of your blankets and slowly approached your window before opening the curtains and unlocking the window.
You slowly unlocked it and opened it while peering outside from the second story of your house.
You scanned the lawn, rubbing your eyes sleepily. Until you met with a dark curly haired man with beautiful brown doe eyes, that twinkled under the moonlight.
He had on a red varsity jacket, you couldn’t make out the rest of his outfit due to the darkness.
He was looking up at you with a cocky yet handsome smile on his face as rocks piled in his left hand.
It finally registered to you that it was Michael that was currently outside your window.
“What the fuck…” you whispered harshly to him from the window, carefully to not wake up your parents.
Michael smiled even wider, “you ignore me for week and this is how you say hi?”
You rubbed in between the bridge of your nose and sighed, “you got my message right? We’re done so why are you here?”
Michael swiped his tongue against his bottom lip and nodded as if he just solved a mystery, “I got ya’ message and honestly I find it funny you break up with me so suddenly over the phone. You couldn’t give me the courtesy ta’ talk in person.”
Your heart sank once he said that. You could tell he was hurt.
You couldn’t look him in the eye, “listen things just happened ok?”
He laughed mockingly, “happened? No you’re gonna be a big girl and get dressed and come tell me like a woman that you wanna break up. I don’t do over the phone anything.”
You were too stunned to even begin a rebuttal, because he’s right. You have to end things the right way, he at least deserved that much.
So you told yourself you’re going to end it tonight, the right way.
“Fine, give me 15 mins, I gotta get dressed,”you said quickly, before shutting the window and curtains.
-
You carefully snuck out the house and slipped out the front door, silently and as swift as possible. You took long strides towards Michael.
He leaned back against the hood of his car, his eyes browsing your body up and down, jaw clenched and taut with small remnants of anger.
You had on a shirt and a jean skirt that exposed your goosebump ridden thighs, “Hey…” you squeaked before looking down at your feet, mentally slapping yourself for your sudden shyness.
Michael leaned off of the hood of his shiny red convertible Porsche, twisting his keys around his index finger. The fresh paint reflected the sidewalk lights and the moonlight that lit up the night sky. He stood in front of you, leaving only a few inches of space. His scent wafted into your nose.
Notes of eucalyptus made a cloud around you.
He brought your eyes up to look at him by lifting your chin.
“Can’t even look me in the eye yet you boldly shut me out,” he said smoothly, showing small sparks of anger and bitterness.
Yet he never raised his voice, no, he was way too calm for a man that has been ghosted unfairly.
Your eyes pooled into his, as you lost your ability to speak coherently for a second before clearing your throat. “Sorry, ok? I didn’t have to break things off like that.”
Michael laughed with poison interlaced in it, yet nothing was truly funny , “yeah you think?” He said sarcastically.
You twiddled your thumbs nervously looking around cautiously and spoke, “not here, let’s talk somewhere else….more private.”
Something about his calm demeanor frightened you.
Michael stared at you blankly for a second before opening the passenger side of his car for you begrudgingly.
No matter what he’d always be a gentleman to you.
You slid quickly into the plush leather seat before buckling your seat belt.
He got into the driver seat and revved the engine loudly before zooming off with one hand on the wheel holding on tight.
You hated yourself for thinking he looked delicious like this. His curls were damp, touching the nape of his neck, framing his chiseled jawline. Your attention focused to his veiny hands that gripped the wheel with so much force his knuckles were turning white.
You squeezed your thighs tightly, feeling your thoughts beginning to take another route.
His eyes were fixated on the road as he sped down the winding roads of California.
The energy was stuffy and unbearable unlike the usual car rides with him that were carefree and fun, full of genuine laughter.
Michael broke the uncomfortable silence and looked into your eyes, searching for an answer, “Just tell me where things went wrong.”
“It’s nothing you did, it’s me,” you responded vaguely.
His hands grip the wheel even tighter, “right. so you don’t talk to your man and just ghost him for three weeks. Because it’s you?”
You didn’t want to tell him about your father threatening to pull your funding and the deal you made with him. So you stayed silent.
Michael continued, “then ghost me like you don’t love me. Sit here an’ tell me to my face you don’t love me. Say it!”
You looked out the window, watching the scenery of the late night past by you. “Michael…” you said softly.
“No say you don’t love me right now. If you’re serious about this being over. Tell me and I’ll take you home, we won’t even have to talk about anything else,” he interrupted.
You gulped, unable to form words.
Michael smiled, “thought so, because you do love me. So what’s the reason you’re going on dates with other men and ghosting me out the blue? Hm?”
Your eye widened unexpectedly, like a deer caught in headlights, you weren’t supposed to react like that. It was because you were so surprised that he knew of your fake dates.
He read your expression immediately, “Oh you think I wouldn’t know about the little dates you’ve been on?”
“It’s not like that…i promise. It’s more complicated than you think.” You reasoned.
He huffed, “Yeah? So what’s it like?”
His demeanor still calm even after all this back and forth.
Silence was your response.
Which was right on time because the car was approaching a dark secluded road that read: No entry. Trespassers will be fined.
He entered anyway as if he didn’t see the large sign, following a long dirt road that seemed to have a steady incline. You were going up somewhere, you just didn’t know where.
The car finally stopped. The engine making a soft hum as it hushed into silence. You looked out the window and were met with an overview of the city. The night skyline reflecting the soft hues of the city lights.
Your eyes twinkled with admiration as you took in the scenery.
Michael tapped a button, making the sunroof open above the two of you. Allowing the small draft of the California air into the car.
“Stand up and look outside.” He commanded softly.
You hesitantly followed his instructions, poking your upper body out of the hole of the sunroof, resting your hands on the top of the car.
You were finally able to feel the outside air and your eyes could finally get a better view of the city below.
There was enough space in the sunroof for Michael to also join you, “Look what could be yours. All of this. I could give you anything you desire, yet you leave me?”
Your eyes were casted to your fingers that rested onto the roof, your stomach folding with pure guilt.
“Be a big girl and look at me. Tell me why? This is my last time being nice about it.” He said in the softest manner.
You couldn’t bear to tell him the truth but you wanted to give him closure, yet you felt so strongly towards him you just couldn’t do it.
“Listen I don’t want to burden you with the situation, just know it’s serious.” You told him, barely revealing the truth.
Michael only nodded with a vague expression, so vague you were purely confused on why he wasn’t mad.
“Oh mama, you just don’t learn. So let me get this right,” he paused as his hands grasped your chin so your eyes could meet his, “you stop talking to me because of a ‘serious’ situation? You know what I call?”
You shook your head no, too stunned to speak.
“I call bullshit and lies. You know how I feel about lies…I really really dislike them. And to think I gave you many chances to speak, “ he leaned into you ear so you could hear him clear an whispered, “ yet you didn’t take them so I guess I have to help you talk then huh baby?” He taunted, his voice becoming condescending.
Your arms were pricked with goosebumps of anticipation mixed with a small slither of fear.
Yet all that kept replaying in your head is your father holding your education hostage, yet your body was responding to Michael’s touch. Inviting him to do more.
His abnormally large digits wrapped around your throat harshly, those eyes giving you an intense stare. He kissed your lips with anger intertwined within it. His tongue opening up your mouth for entrance. The strong and overbearing kiss seemed to have a message in it, almost like he was telling you how angry he is right now.
He pulled away from you, your breathing erratic and uneven. A small string of saliva was connected to your lip after the kiss.
“You might wanna start talkin’ to me before I make you,” he warned, his voice stripped of its usual sweetness, now it was now sharp and direct.
Before you could even formulate the next coverup lie you were about to tell, his other hand was still around your neck as he fumbled with your skirt, pulling it up so he could get to your heat.
The patient Michael was out the window, his calm demeanor now diminished.
Your body tensed, not ready for what was about to happen next.
Michael impatiently pulled your sopping wet panties to the side, immediately spreading your slickness against your clit.
Your body shuddered as you felt his thumb graze your clit and his other fingers trace your pulsating hole.
He was teasing you in the most evil way.
The tips of his fingers only gliding around the spots you needed him, making you accidentally let out an impatient whine and slowly grind your hips to meet his fingers where you needed.
His grip on your throat tightened, “You didn’t speak ta’ me for three weeks, your gonna feel everything I’ve felt those weeks. “
You pathetically bucked your hips, trying to feel some sensation but he would pull his hands away each time you felt a spark of stimulation. His hands would swiped your swollen clit so softly on purpose, making you slowly break down in front of him.
Any ounce of resolve you had was slowly dwindling away.
You didn’t care that you were both poking out the sunroof doing this, you didn’t care about the trespassing you were doing, or even your dad’s deal, you just wanted his intoxicating touch.
“Please…..” was all you whisper.
Michael raised a brow, “I know baby, you want me to touch you huh,” asked you, which elicited an obedient nod from you, “ i know, I feel you drippin’ all over me but you gotta start talkin’, tell me the real reason you ghosted me.”
You swallowed hard, still feeling his fingers graze your clit, making the sensitive bud pulsate uncontrollably, only fusing the arousal that was running down your thigh.
“My dad made me…” you paused, “ but before I start please keep touching me I’ll tell you everything.”
You were begging pathetically, your eyes meeting his dark ones with so much need.
When you looked at him like that how could he say no.
So his thumb finally touched your clit, sending electrical ripples of pleasure throughout your body. Making your back arch. His thick index and middle fingers greedily worked your g-spot, coaxing more of your arousal around his hand.
“h-he, fuck, he said I couldn’t talk to you anymore or…….else he wouldn’t pay for my college any-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence properly because before you could his fingers picked up a grueling pace.
One that was unbearable and fast, yet hitting that spot while deliciously giving your clit the same attention. “W-wait… Mike-“ you moaned, unable to form a proper sentence from the sudden switch in pace.
“Could’ve told me this, could’ve communicated this and I would’ve took care of you ,” he felt your hands grab at his wrist and paused his sentence, “Nu uh, move your hand and take it……fuck look at you making a mess.”
You clenched around his fingers tightly as you felt something about to release from the pit of your stomach, “I’m so sorry…” you whined.
Michael ignored you, he didn’t think a mere apology was good enough.
He kept the merciless pace his fingers were going at, unmoved by your whines and moans.
Your body convulsed as you came around his fingers, feeling his hands working you through your orgasm. You moaned his name over and over.
“That’s right baby keep saying the name of the only one that makes you feel good.” He cooed as he pressed down against your clit, making your legs buckle from the post orgasm oversensitivity.
Michael pulled his sopping wet fingers away from you and stuck them into your mouth, making you taste your juices. Your tongue swiped his fingers clean, leaving nothing but your saliva.
He released his other hand from your neck, letting you catch your breath for a moment.
All that could be heard is the sweet ambience of nature at night and your heavy breaths, racing to steady itself.
Before you could continue to say how sorry you were Michael lowered himself back into the car, no longer poking his head out the sunroof like you were currently.
You watched him lazily, still recovering from the waves of your orgasm.
“Stay there,” he commanded, looking up at you from below, “I want you watch the city, watch what could be yours as I fuck you with my tongue.”
Michael wasn’t literally going to give you the city, well unless you asked, he’d make it work. He just wanted you to see the skies the limit with him and that he could give you anything your heart desired if you just trusted him.
You felt hands tug your underwear down your thighs, helping you left each leg to discard the flimsy material. His soft lips grazed your thighs as he planted wet kisses everywhere.
His lips moved from your thighs to your wet and sticky folds as he kissed your clit a few times.
“Oh my God.” You breathed out, your head cocking back a little once you felt his mouth engulf your swollen bud.
The stimulation was too much, being that you barely had time to recover from your last orgasm.
He was eating you like he’s been starved for most of his life time, slurping and moaning into your heat.
Wetness was trickling from the side of his mouth as he watched you lose your mind.
Your thighs shook around his head as you grabbed onto the top of the car to find refuge in something as your other hand gripped the back of his head.
“I-I’m sorry baby…fuck-I really am, I won’t ever ghost you again…” you whimpered, feeing your orgasm approaching.
He only grunted at your apology, not really seeming to care if you were sorry or not.
His tongue would delve into your gaping hole before swiping back across your clit. The sheer feeling of it all made electrical pulses of desire run down your spine. You moaned uncontrollably as you felt your fluids squirting around, making Michael cuss to himself.
He kept his mouth sucked to your clit as he brought his three fingers into your wetness, constantly grasping your g-spot to open you up.
The pleasure was almost too overbearing, making your brain become cloudy as you fell apart on his hands, cumming a second time.
He pulled his mouth away from your clit, replacing it with his thumb as he watched your hips grind against his hand to ride out your orgasm.
He pulled his hands out of you as they were wet and messy. Making a mess against his leather seats.
Your legs wobbled uncontrollably, making Michael sit you down in the front seat for a minute as he pressed a button to close up the sunroof.
You leaned your head into the headrest part of your seat, trying to come down from your two intense orgasms.
You looked at Michael, who was slowly peeling off his clothing. He started with his varsity jacket, then his shirt .
“I shouldn’t have ignored you….i thought I was doing right. But I promise you it won’t happen again, besides , none of those others guys even touched me, I was just trying to make my dad happy.” You explained breathily, still winded from the past events.
Michael looked at you, his shirt now off, only having on his jeans and belt on, “Baby I know,” he said softly, his hands stroking your cheek gently, “it won’t happen again not just because I’ll pay for your school expenses, it won’t happen again because I’m about to show you exactly what happens when you ignore me.”
Your breathing went from calm to heightened, not in fear but in more so anticipation.
“Wait I-“ you began but he interrupted you.
His hands fumbled with his belt, “Get in the back.” He commanded, his voice now showing its familiar Gary Indiana drawl.
This indicated he was serious.
So you did, your legs felt like noodles yet you still managed a way to shakily transition to his back seat.
He joined behind you in the cramped and dark space of his back seats. He assisted you with helping you get on your elbows and knees.
His hands trailed down your back, making sure to correct your spine so it could arch how he wanted.
“Yea just like that mama …don’t move either.” He ordered.
Now you could tell he was really pissed because typically he’d want to be in missionary and see your beautiful face as he fucked you.
But this time, he wanted control and complete dominance. nothing more but to teach you a lesson.
You could hear the metallic clinks of his belt buckles moving as he swiped his belt off completely, using it to tie your hands behind your back.
You looked so helpless, sweat pooling on your forehead as it was smushed against the car door. The curve and the dip of your spine now on full display for him as you held your butt up so you could arch, giving him the perfect view of your glistening pussy.
The view made him almost forget how angry he was with you.
He pulled off his pants and under garments, throwing them in the front seat. You felt his warm finger tips dip into your sodden folds, making you squeal at the mere contact.
He took your arousal and rubbed it along his flushed tip. It leaked with precum and pulsed incessantly, aching for your warm relief.
His thick tip lined up with your entrance as one of his hands gripped your hips while the other assisted with pushing his length inside of you.
“Breathe….you can take me….i want you to feel all of me,” he assured, as you felt him stretch you out.
It felt like you were full yet he wasn’t even half way in.
“Mike….” You whimpered, unable to get out what you wanted to say.
He ignored you, pushing through your wetness, filling you until the hilt of him.
Both of you guy shuddered intensely as static began to build between you two.
Your eyes watered from the intense wave of pleasure hit you, feeling him tap that sweet spot inside of you. Filthy moans left your lips as he began delivering his heavy strokes.
Your eyes were rolling back as you felt him thrusting with intense force, making you feel his anger in each smack of his skin against yours.
You tried to move your hips away from him, being that your hands restricted and couldn’t grab anything.
His hands gripped your hips intensely, leaving harsh indents into your skin, “no runnin’ from me, take. every. stroke.” He said, pounding you hard then stopping after each word, making the car shift with each thrust.
Tears streamed from your eyes as your vision began to blur, signaling you were cumming.
He didn’t care that you were cumming again, he still fucked you through it, not stopping even for a second. Your walls kept sucking him in and hugging his length tight making it hard for him to contain his grunts and deep moans.
“Fuuuck…listen ta’ her sing to me….” He moaned, referring to your pussy that’s was creating the most filthy and erotic sounds known to man. The sounds traveled throughout the car mixed with your hoarse moans.
“I know I know…s’too much huh,” he asked, getting a weak nod from you, “well that’s too bad…your not done cummin til I say so…”
He brought his fingers to strum your clit as he continue his grueling strokes. Making you shake and shudder around him. He felt how you were squeezing him, indicating you were about to unravel around him again. “Fuck…already….” He muttered breathlessly.
As if it was almost on queue you came again, so unbelievably hard you swore you seen white. Yet he still didn’t stop, “why are fucking me like this…fuck! I’m sorry,” you pathetically moaned, your words sounding extremely slurred together from the pleasure.
Michael slowly felt his stamina faltering as he was approaching his orgasm, “ I know your sorry mama….i know…you’re taking me so well…I don’t think I can stop.”
Af this moment you didn’t even know if you could cum any more, your senses were completely ruined from cumming so many times.
His pace was getting sloppy as he tried to keep his composure before emptying himself into. Ropes of his cum painting your walls white. He came with a load and guttural groan, that was so sexy you could’ve came again just off the sound.
He pulled out of you, making a loud pop. His cum mixed with your arousal seeped out of you, dripping all over the seats.
You were helpless, leaning against the car door. Stuck with the most lethargic expression on your face. He untied his belt from your wrist and threw it to the front seat.
The windows were now fogged up, making it hard for you to see the outside world, and the car was hot and smelled of sex.
“Cmere,” he said, as he pulled you up so he could hold you.
Your whole body was trembling uncontrollably as you straddled onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in his natural musk.
“I’m really sorry baby….missed you so much.” You whispered softly, your voice quivering slightly.
Michael kissed your jaw softly and rubbed your back in small supportive circles, “missed you too,” he let silence pass by before speaking again, “listen this might be a big ask but stay with me….and let me pay for your school… just….don’t go back home tonight.”
You met his eyes, they were now soft, no longer filled with anger, “Mike…..I can’t let you-“
“Let me…please. I want you to have nothing to worry about, just let me take care of you like I always do…” he reasoned, not wanting to take your no for an answer.
You snuggled into him some more, your heart swelling with love as his words made their mark on you, “Fine…I’ll stay with you tonight but can we talk about school situation more in the morning… I’m exhausted.”
Michael smiled, just happy to have you back into his arms again, “Of course my love.”
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