The Aftermath
Timeline: Mature Era
Pairing: Michael x black wife reader
Preview: You endure the consequences of your actions during brunch.
Content Warning: SMUT, SMUT & MORE SMUT! DO NOT PASS GO IF YOU AIN'T 18+
Word Count: Bout 2.6k 🤭
A/N: Shoutout to the girlies that were ON MY HEAD about a part two lol, I love ya'll and this is for ya'll! Also, not completely proofread.
Read part 1 here
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The mounting anticipation during the car ride back home only made the surface of your skin hum with want and still feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system heightened your dreamy state.
Michael’s hand remained on your thigh kneading the supple flesh through your dress, gradually climbing higher and in turn dragging your dress upwards, exposing smooth chestnut brown skin. You knew he was teasing you, taunting you with how he’d be touching as soon as you stepped foot in the house.
A cool sensation on the underside of your knee brought your attention back to the present and you felt Michael’s slender fingers rubbing that sweet spot causing you to shift in your seat.
Smug bastard knew exactly what he was doing even though he was the picture perfect image of calm, cool and collected. Not breaking a sweat or even the tiniest smile, Michael continued dragging a lone digit across the sensitive bend in your knee, light as a feather.
Sitting up straighter against the soft leather seat, your pussy clenched as if you were doing kegels. The slick heat between your thighs was steadily increasing and you couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Open those pretty legs for me Beauty, let me see you spread them thick thighs.” Michael commanded, guiding his hand down under the bunched up fabric of your dress.
Legs falling open, your eyes darted down to watch Michael’s hand disappear between the gap your parted thighs created. His light vanilla toned fingers dragged lightly against your pussy lips, pressing just so, you watched as the middle and pointer fingers pushed inside.
“Oooo shiiiit!” You whimpered, eyes fluttering, pulse racing as you felt those two fingers slide through your pussy and slip over your clit.
Applying gentle pressure, Michael let his two fingers caress the tight bundle of nerves in slow, tight circles. He was in no rush, this was just the beginning of your punishment and no easy reward was in sight.
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Michael had been edging you for the past 20 minutes and your body was begging for a release.
You were on fire, that was the only way to explain how taut the string of pleasure was pulled low in your belly. Legs kept spread open to accommodate Michael’s wide shoulders as he licked broad strokes against your overly slick labia. Your juices had runneth over and were pooling in the sheets below you.
“So pretty and all mine, mmmm.” Michael hummed, sending spine tingling vibrations straight through you.
“Daddy, p-please.” You begged, hips jerking forward.
A light smack landed on your clit, “You think you deserve to cum yet? I’m just getting started, baby girl.” Michael rubbed his thumb over your clit watching as more of your slick gushed from your pussy.
His tongue darted out to catch more of the ambrosia, swallowing the tangy liquid Michael was convinced heaven was right there between your legs. Sucking your clit between his lips he used the tip of his tongue to whip back and forth. Feeling your thighs clench, he knew you were close and once your fingers entangled in his soft tresses, he released the bundle of nerves with a soft pop.
“Fuck, daddy!” You groaned once again being denied your release.
A dark chuckle left Michael’s lips as he laid a kiss upon your mound. Tapping the side of your thigh twice, he signaled for you to turn over.
Gathering strength, you turned your body over presenting your thick peach shaped ass to Michael’s greedy eyes. Setting his hand on the right cheek, he took a moment to just feel the smooth skin under his palm.
SMACK!
The jiggle was mesmerizing, so he laid a hand against the left cheek and…
SMACK!
A delicious heat licked up your spine as the sting of the slaps hit your core. Your fingers clenched the sheets.
“Now, why do you deserve these spankings baby girl?” Michael asked you as he rubbed a hand over your reddened flesh.
“B-because I was talking about our private business in public.” You stammered.
“Good, now counting em out.”
The weight of his hand felt so damn good against your ass even as it dealt pain with each blow.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“One!” “Two!” “Three!”
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“Four!” “Five! “S-sixxx!” “Ssseven” By the time you’d reached 7, you were a whimpering, soaked, overstimulated mess.
Soothing the stinging ache, Michael massaged both cheeks in his huge warm hands.
“Doin’ so good for me Beauty. Taking your punishment like a good girl.” He rasped, bending down to place a kiss on your hot flesh.
Trailing a hand over your ass, down your thigh and coming to rest between your legs, Michael placed two fingers at your dripping entrance and pushed forward. Your wet, slick heat instantly enveloped the long digits coating them in your juices.
A visible shudder rolled through Michael’s body as he closed his eyes and groaned from the sheer pleasure.
“Damn baby girl, this all for me?” He groaned.
“Ahh, yessss daddy. Only you!” Pushing your ass back, you started rocking your hips to try and get some friction and ease the ache.
Instantly the grip of Michael’s hand halted any movement. Fingers tightening in the bend of your hip.
“I didn’t tell you to move, did I baby girl?” He growled.
Pushing his fingers deeper inside your gushy walls, they were forced to stop once they hit the spongy g-spot. Your body answered with a rush of liquid dripping down your thigh.
“Mmmm, p-pplease.” A broken sob left your dry lips.
Smirking, Michael rubbed calloused fingers against the spongy bundle and watched your back arch even further and the goosebumps that dotted your flesh. He licked his lips, desire swirling in his eyes as he leered at the clear liquid spilling out of your pussy.
Slowly sliding his fingers from your slick tunnel, he salivated at the slick coating before stuffing them into his mouth and licking the digits clean.
Wrapping a hand around his fully erect dick, Michael kneeled behind you, rubbing the head across your pussy lips, he got it nice and slick.
“Shiiit, you feel so damn good baby girl.” Gritting his teeth, Michael lined up with your opening and pushed forward.
You both collectively gasped as the feeling of pleasure shot through your bodies. Finally being filled by your husband’s thick, curved dick had your tongue lolling out the side of your mouth.
“Damn, daddy you feel sooo big.” You moaned.
Anchoring his hands at your waist and placing his thumbs in the dimples there, Michael pulled his dick out until only the head lingered inside and with a hard thrust, slammed back inside your tight walls.
“Oooooh!” A breathy moan escaped as you were caught off guard by the deep, hard thrust.
IN. OUT. IN. OUT.
Each stroke Michael delivered hit your cervix and pushed you further up the bed until you were clutching the headboard.
The echo of skin slapping filled the room, a thick layer of heat, combined with the smell of sex swirled around you two as Michael knocked the Mario coins outta you.
Rolling his hips, Michael reached a hand up to wrap in your braids and tugged.
“When I tell you to keep our business in this house, you gonna listen baby girl?”
Eyes rolling back and a thin line of drool spilling from your mouth, you tried answering but all thought had left your brain a while ago. You were officially dickmatized.
SMACK!
“Answer daddy when he’s talking to you, Beauty.” Michael commanded.
“Fuck, y-yes daddy!” You yelped, the slap causing your walls to squeeze around Michael’s dick.
Rubbing the offended area, Michael moaned. “Good girl, you’re taking my dick so well.”
Keeping a hold in your braids, started rocking his hips thrusting hard and fast. Back and forth, hitting your spot so good you started seeing stars.
“Right there baby, harder daddy!” The pleasure building in your lower belly was reaching a fever pitch and you were so close to cumming.
Reaching a hand between your thighs and finding your clit, Michael lightly rubbed his middle finger over the bundle.
“Let Daddy feel you rain down on this dick.” The velvety tone of his rasp scratched your brain so good and that was all she wrote.
Finally allowed to welcome the release you’d been denied, a tingling started at your toes, rushing up your legs and the flood rained down washing over Michael’s still hardened member inside you. Your essence leaked out of you, dripping down your thighs and pooling in the sheets below.
“Ooooooo, shiiiit dadddy….” Moaning uncontrollably, your voice gave out from the pleasure.
Dropping your head to the pillow underneath, you gulped in deep breaths. Body still buzzing from the high of cumming so hard, you felt Michael pull out. Your pussy pulsed and clenched around air, missing the feel of being full already.
Looking down at the beautiful mess you’d made on the bed, Michael gently took hold of your hips and while moving you away from the wet spot, turned you onto your back.
“Lift up for me baby girl.” Michael instructed as he tucked a pillow under your hips.
Once you were settled and comfortable, he moved between your thighs making room for his tall frame. Adjusting your legs on either side of his knees, Michael trailed his hands over your body. Dragging nimble and skilled fingers over the soft skin of your thighs, over the soft curve of the dip in your hip, caressing the plump roll of your tummy, brushing up your sides to roll a nipple in each hand.
Biting your lip, you hissed embracing the slight pain that quickly blended into pleasure when Michael bent his head and laved his wet tongue over your right nipple. A jolt of arousal shot straight to your core, stirring your pussy into alertness.
Not one to leave a job half finished, Michael switched to your left nipple, engulfing it into his eager mouth. Sucking on the pebbled nub, he released a deep moan.
Slowly you drew a hand up his back and tangled your fingers in his soft jet black strands. The pads of your fingers lightly drag against his scalp. A shiver covered his body causing him to nip at your puckered nipple.
“Sssss” Hissing you gently bit your bottom lip.
“Sorry baby girl, let me kiss it better.” Michael released your nipple and peppered light kisses around it to soothe the brief ache.
Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he dropped open mouthed kisses on your collarbone and along the column of your neck until feather light kisses made their way to your cheek. Cupping your jaw, Michael brushed his thumb across your swollen lips.
Dipping his head lower,he licked a stripe across the seam of your lips beckoning for entry. Opening without second thought, you allowed his tongue to duel with yours and sucked on the offered appendage. In a clash of teeth, bruised lips and soft kisses, you parted when air became necessary, pulling back a thin string of saliva connecting your lips.
“I could kiss these lips all day baby. Mmmm, gimme one more.” Michael rasped dipping his head capturing your lips in a tender kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip.
He was hard as a rock and still hadn’t released yet, rutting his hips, his dick rubbed against your pussy lips and with each nudge pre-cum leaked from the head. Grasping the base, Michael tugged, hard, and stroked up and down. The foreskin pushed back revealing the smooth, girthy length.
With a final stroke, Michael positioned the turgid flesh at your drenched hole and entered, once again nestling into your gushy walls.
Pussy, still sensitive from the previous high, you tensed from the overstimulation. Steadying a gentle hand on your hip, Michael rubbed small circles and cooed in your ear.
“You can take it mama, that’s it.”
Gradually your body accepted the intrusion and the familiar tingle settled in your lower belly. With the angle of your hips, aided by the pillow, you felt Michael’s pelvic bone bump your clit sending small chills down your spine.
“I love how you fill me baby, so full every time.” Your hoarse, aroused voice moaned.
Clutching a hand around your thigh, Michael brought it rest against his hip as he slithered his other hand to rest lightly at the base of your neck. His fingers curled just enough to feel the slight pressure he applied but not hard enough to restrict air flow.
Turning your head just so, you caught his thumb between your lips and sucked.
“There’s my naughty girl.” Michael groaned barely holding back as his hips snapped forward.
Chancing a glance down, his eyes glazed over at the sight of his dick glistening with your juices as it slid in and out of your pussy. The base held a white ring of your creamy release around it and the wet squelching sound filled the air with each motion.
Letting the feel of your gushy walls hugging his length take over his body, Michael’s hips went into autopilot and as if he were recreating moves he’d performed on stage, they rolled and thrusted in time with your moans.
This round was slow, deep love making. Your bodies were in sync with each other, both giving and taking pleasure from the other.
Michael could feel the tight knot building in his sac and hitched your thigh up higher on his hip. His fingers around your throat, tightened just a fraction, he felt your pulse jump.
“You close baby? Finish for me.” Ducking his head he licked the sweat gathering between your breasts.
“So close daddy, please.” The plea fell from your parched lips on a sigh.
Sucking a nipple into his mouth, Michael gave a few deep thrusts before the band holding his release snapped and hot ropes of cum flooded your walls, splashing against your cervix.
“Arrrgh, damn baby!” Groaning, he closed his eyes, letting the wave of ecstasy wash over him.
Michael’s release triggered your second orgasm and you tumbled over the cliff right along with him. Juices spilling over his semi-hard dick still slowly pumping inside you.
“Ahhhh fuuuck….” The soft moan slipped free from your dry and scratchy throat.
Hands resting on Michael’s back unfurled to lay slow , short strokes. Your thigh fell lazily to the side and your eyelids, heavy with exhaustion drooped.
Leaving feather light kisses on your chest, Michael glided a hand over your side and squeezed your hip.
“You good mama, still with me?” The tender loving tone returned.
Eyes still closed, you nodded your head.
“Damn baby.” Was all you had right now.
Chuckling, Michael laid a chaste kiss to your cheek and slowly pulled his now softened member from your snug walls. Hissing from the lost connection, he gingerly removed his body from you and the bed. Walking into the ensuite bathroom, you heard water running.
Returning a few minutes later, Michael cleaned you with the warm wash cloth and moved you to a clean section of the king sized bed. Tossing the cloth in the hamper, he returned to bed and gathered you into his arms.
Linking your fingers together, you snuggled closer into Michael’s warmth, the last thought to enter your mind before sleep took you under was ‘How can I act up next time?’
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