Girl, that's just my baby daddy
pairing; bad!michael x f.blackreader
premise; in which you can't seem to leave your baby dad alone no matter how much you try to put up a front that you hate him.
contains; flirty!michael, reader having a slick mouth, profanities used, child involved throughout the story, arguing, toxic!michael, eater!michael, p in v, choking, mean!michael sorta, dom!michael, sub!reader, multiple positions (only one described), use of daddy (just maybe once?), porn with plot, happy ending
lovely request .ᐟ
Westlake Recording Studio Los Angeles — 1988
You were standing in the empty hallway with your ex-husband, michael. The man you swore you absolutely couldn't stand, the same man that you swore you hated and wanted nothing to do with. Arms crossed tightly over your chest as you looked at him with pure disgust, but behind that disgust was a strong and deep feeling of pure love for a man you created a life with.
Your daughter three year old naomi sat in michaels chair playing with michaels music equipment talking Bill's ears off trying to keep the child entertained and occupied while the two of you silently argued outside the door in the empty hallway. Of course as a mother and father you both didn't want to let naomi hear that, none of it at all so you two decided to just exit the room to talk about things.
"You always do this shit, michael." You hissed at him, getting fed up entirely with his lifestyle and not being able to do normal family activities like he said he would. Sure he was a great father, but he was always away on tours and other things. Which was explainable due to the fact you knew he was literally the most famous person in the world. You glared at him feeling nothing but anger towards him. "You said you were gonna see her last weekend, what the fuck was i supposed to tell her when she asked?, oh daddies just busy?, oh fuck off." You sucked your teeth.
"I'm a good father, and you know that," he pointed a finger at you, looking down at you. “Yeah I get busy at times, but you can not take away the fact that I’m a good father (name), I love my daughter.” He rested a hand near his heart, your eyes following his hand movement. “And you know I love my daughter, so don’t sit here and act like I’m a dead beat, cause that’s the last thing I am.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Michael listen okay,” you clasped your hands together forming the fakest smile ever. “Yeah you’re a great dad or whatever, but you’re not here sometimes. You runnin round with that bird bitch Tatiana?, you thought I didn’t see it?” You looked at him, more like looked him up and down. Yeah you weren’t always invested in his love life or whatever but it still….pained you of the thought of him moving on.
He sighed, "How did the conversation go about him not being around enough then to tatiana?" He thought. He took a deep breath, rubbing his hand on his forehead, trying to release some stress somehow. "Why are we talking about tatiana? She was in one," he held up one finger to demonstrate. "Music video, and running around? What are you talking about? I'm barely seen with the woman. And her name is tatiana, not that word you just said. Be polite. I thought i taught you that by now." He grinned at the word "taught," knowing exactly what he meant by it.
you stayed quiet before answering to his smart remarks. "Oh, trust me, I know her name, and I know my manners jackson." You glared at him. "I could give a damn about your love interest. Just start seeing your child more before i start popping up at hayvenhurst or let momma katherine handle yo ass again."
He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Of course, tinka, anything for my two favorite ladies." He smiled
You rolled your eyes again. "I told you stop calling me that."
"I don't wanna." He fake frowned.
You glared at him, crossing your arms very tightly. Your face burning with frustration. But deep down, you knew you'd always love michael. Things were just really complicated between the two of you and made you both part ways after naomi was born. But a piece of your heart always remained with michael and he knew that.
"I have to go, gotta start getting ready for my day." You said breaking the tension running your hands down the side of your hips to hide any nervousness. A damn shame that man still had an affect on you.
"mmh, you don't wanna stay with me today?" He smiled lazily, making eye contact with you which he knew was your biggest weakness. He knew you loved his eyes, "we can have lots of fun y'know."
"Kiss my ass michael." You looked at him with annoyance written all over your face. "Nae! Let's go." You called out to your daughter.
"Well if you insist." He said with a light chuckle. "Ain't nothin i ain't had before, I'd like to take a bite out of it ag-"
"In your fucking dreams." You pointed your finger at him. Then suddenly before you two could bicker again, the door opened. Your daughter stepped out looking up at her two parents with a bright smile on her face.
"Daddy!" She ran towards michael, little legs stomping on the floor making her way quickly towards him. Michael bent down to catch her in his arms, hugging her tightly lifting her up and spinning her around.
"Oh look at you!," he said cradling naomis head before he settled her back down on the ground squatting to reach eye level. "You got so big sweetheart." He kissed her cheek. "How's my favorite girl?, hm?"
"m'good I learning how to spell my name!" She beamed excitedly feeling the excitement rushing through her body after not seeing her father in nearly two weeks. Next thing you know she was yapping about everything she learned and did in the span of two weeks yapping michaels ears off.
He didn't mind at all, he listened with total attentiveness nodding his head and little "mhm" here and there so she could know he was listening. He looked calm around his daughter, like everything disappeared once he was around something that reminded him of home. Even better due to the fact that naomi looked like the woman he loved deeply.....you.
After a few minutes of them talking, you stood there just watching before you finally noticed it was getting late. "Nae we gotta go." You said. Both pair of big eyes looking at you like you just stole christmas. "What?" You said confused fixing your bag that was slipping off your shoulder.
Naomi looked at him, a small frown forming on her lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck hugging him gently. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a warm embrace and kissed her head. "Bye daddy." She murmured.
"Bye princess, I'll see you later." He pulled back just enough to look at her. "Don't be sad alright?, I'll see if mommy would like to come to Neverland and we can spend the whole day together, kay?" He smiled looking at her.
"Okay" She nodded happily believing him. She ran back towards you grabbing her coat and putting it on. You helped her not noticing michael stood there watching.
He fake coughed to get your attention which worked. "Ahem" he smiled. You looked at him raising an eyebrow confused. "What?"
"I'd like to spend time with you both at neverland....if that's fine with you." He said holding his hands together. "Or just my daughter, y'know how you get the all the animals out there." He chuckled softly at the thought.
You rolled your eyes, which he seemed to notice. He clicked his tongue, "roll em again. I'll give you a reason to roll em next time." He rubbed the back of his neck. The comment caught you completely by surprise.
"Shut up." You snapped back, you thought for a minute, your daughter giving you puppy eyes to please agree. "Pleaseeeee mommyyy," she grabbed your hand.
You sighed, "Fine, fine, we'll be there."
"Perfect, I'll see you my two favorite ladies later." He smiled. He bent down to kiss naomi on the head. "See ya later, princess." Naomi smiling and saying her goodbye one last time. Michael watched you and Naomi walking towards the exit. A low whistle left his lips when he watched as your hips swayed. "Bye, pretty lady!" He yelled out, a small grin on his face
You stuck a middle finger at him as you walked away, being very intent on not looking back or he'd see how much he made you flustered just by the way he spoke, so soft and gentle.
FIVE DAYS LATERRRRRRRR
The phone was balanced precariously between your shoulder and your ear while you shoved a stack of folded toddler clothes into the dresser.
"I’m telling you, Maya, this is it," you said into the receiver, pulling the zipper closed with a sharp snap. "I am strictly drop-off and pick-up from now on. No sitting on his couch, no 'staying for a quick glass of water,' none of it. We have a strict co-parenting agreement, and I am sticking to it."
Maya sighed over the line, sounding completely unbothered. "You said that last Thursday"
"Last Thursday was a lapse in judgment!" you snapped, pacing across your living room. "He used that quiet, soft-spoken voice he does when he wants something, and I was tired. But today? I’m immune. I’ve built up antibodies to his nonsense."
"Right. And what happens when he steps out in those black leather pants and looks at you like you’re the only thing on his schedule?"
"Then I’m going to look right back at him and remind him that the child support check better clear by the first," you shot back, rolling your eyes. "I’m done, Maya. Completely over the toxic cycle, we both decided it was better If we split ways anyw-"
Click. The line call-waits. You check the caller ID on your landline handset. "WESTLAKE / PRIVATE NUMBER" flashes on the screen.
You sighed, "speaking of the devil, hold on boo lemme call you back, girl." Before maya could even say anything, you hung up ready to talk to your man.....I mean, ex!
"What." You said, putting up the irritated front already knowing damn well your put was about to jump out your chest.
Michael chuckled into the phone before speaking into the phone, voice low, velvety, and amused. "Well, hello to you too, tinka. That’s how you greet the father of your child? No 'hi Michael', no 'hope you're having a nice afternoon."
You rolled your eyes as if he could see you. You sat on the couch, kicking your feet up comfortably. "You’re lucky you got a 'what do you want.' I was in the middle of a very important conversation before you interrupted. So state your business."
He raised his eyebrow not falling for the attitude bait. "Mhm. Let me guess... talking to Maya about how much you hate me?"
"Don't flatter yourself." You said.
"You always get so feisty when you miss me. I can hear it in your voice, baby." He smiled over the phone as if you could see him.
"Michael, I swear to God, if you called me just to run your mouth and act arrogant, I’m hanging up-"
He left out a soft laugh. "Alright, alright, hold on, don't hang up on me. I’m calling because I keep my promises. I told Naomi I’d take her and you out to Neverland for some family time, remember?"
"I remember her begging, and you using her to trap me into saying yes" you sighed.
"It wasn't a trap. I want my two favorite ladies out here. The weather’s clear, the rides are set up, and Naomi said she wanted to see the new baby giraffe. Plus... I kinda miss seeing you roll your eyes at me in person. It’s not the same over the phone."
"Oh, so you just missed having someone around who doesn't kiss the ground you walk on? Go call Tatiana, Michael. I’m sure she’d love to watch you feed giraffes." You scoffed
He took a long pause, then a low, deep chuckle over the line. "There you go with that jealous attitude again. I told you she was just in the video, tinka. You're the only one I’m asking to come to the ranch."
"I'm not jealous, I'm realistic. And don't call me 'tinka'."
"I'll call you whatever I want, pretty lady. Now... are you gonna bring my daughter over tomorrow morning, or do I gotta come pick you both up myself?"
"You’re exhausting. Truly." You bit your lip to suppress a laugh.
"Is that a yes?" He spoke in that gentle, soft voice.
"We’ll be there by ten. But I’m bringing my own car, and I’m leaving the second Naomi gets tired. Got it? No funny business, Michael."
"Whatever you say, mama. I’ll be waiting at the gate for you. Wear that little dark denim skirt I like." He smirked.
"Goodbye, Michael!" You slam the receiver down on the cradle, staring at the phone while your heart hammers against your ribs.
THE NEXT MORNINGGGGGGG
You were standing in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, smoothing down the front of a dark denim skirt and adjusting the hem of your top. You hated how much effort you’d put into choosing an outfit today. You told yourself it was for Naomi because you wanted her to have a nice day out at Neverland, but deep down, you knew the truth. You knew Michael was going to be there, looking at you with those dark, perceptive eyes that saw right through every wall you tried to build up around him.
"Mommy, is Daddy's Ferris wheel open today?" Naomi shouted from the hallway, her little light-up sneakers squeaking against the floorboards as she bounded into your room. She was holding a small stuffed rabbit under one arm, her hair done up in two neat little puffs that matched yours.
"I’m sure it is, Nae," you said, kneeling down to zipping up her light jacket. "But remember what we talked about, okay? Daddy is working a lot right now. If he has to answer phone calls or do business, we let him. We're just there to visit the animals and spend a little bit of time, got it?"
"Okay!" She gave you a quick nod, completely unbothered by your strict rules, her mind already set on seeing the chimpanzees and the ice cream station.
The drive out to Santa Ynez felt longer than usual. Every mile closer to the ranch felt like stepping back into a trap you had spent months trying to escape. When the massive wrought-iron gates swung open slowly, revealing the lush green lawns, bright flowers, and the distant gleam of carnival rides, Naomi let out a tiny gasp of pure joy, pressing her forehead right against the passenger window.
You parked near the main house, taking a deep breath to steady your pulse before stepping out into the cool afternoon air.
Before you could even reach round to open Naomi's door, the front door of the main house opened.
Michael stepped out onto the porch, looking entirely too relaxed in an unbuttoned red corduroy shirt over a plain white tee, black trousers, and his signature fedora tilover his brow. His dark curls framed his jawline, and the moment his eyes landed on you, that slow, familiar smirk spread across his lips.
"Daddy!" Naomi squealed, scrambling out of her car seat the second you unbuckled her. She sprinted up the brick pathway, her arms outstretched.
Michael dropped down onto one knee, catching her effortlessly and swinging her up into a huge hug. "Hey, my big girl! Look at you!" He pressed a loud kiss to her cheek, making her giggle hysterically. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes! I wanna see the elephants!"
"We'll see 'em all," Michael promised softly, standing back up with her resting comfortably on his hip. His eyes shifted from Naomi over to you as you walked up the path, holding your shoulder bag tightly. His gaze lingered on your legs before rising up to meet your face, dark eyes flashing with pure amusement.
"Look at you, tinka," he murmured, his voice dipping into that quiet, velvety tone that made your chest tighten. "You actually showed up. And you dressed up for me?"
You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you stopped a couple of feet away. "I dressed up for the California weather, Jackson. Don't let your big head get any bigger than it already is."
"Mhm," Michael chuckled softly, shifting Naomi to his other hip and stepping closer to you. He smelled like vanilla and expensive cologne, a combination that immediately sent a rush of memories straight to your brain. "You always put on this tough front when you're nervous around me. You know I can see right through it, right?"
"I am not nervous," you snapped, leaning back slightly as he stood well within your personal space. "I came here so Naomi could see her father. That’s it."
"Right. Strictly business," he teased, leaning in just a fraction, his voice dropping so only you could hear over Naomi's cheerful chatter. "Just like always. But you still haven't kissed me, hello."
"In your dreams, Michael," you said, crossing your arms firmly. "Show us where the animals are before I change my mind and take her back home."
After a long six hours of playing, getting on ferris wheels, playing with water guns, and meeting his animals the soft, steady sound of Naomi’s small breathing echoed through the upstairs bedroom, her light-up sneakers tossed by the closet and her favorite stuffed animal tucked tightly under her chin. Michael had custom-built this room just for her—fairytale murals hand-painted across the pale walls, a tiny brass tea set resting on a miniature table in the corner, and a plush canopy bed fit for a princess.
Downstairs, the quiet settled over Neverland like a heavy blanket.
After six solid hours of running Naomi ragged through the halls, playing hide-and-seek behind the grand curtains, and feeding her dinner at the dining room table while she babbled endlessly with her mouth half-full of macaroni, she had practically collapsed. Michael had carried her up the stairs on his shoulder, her little head resting heavily against his neck, completely out of energy.
You were sitting on the edge of the deep, plush sofa in the main living room, holding a mug of warm tea between both hands and staring down at the amber liquid. The house was calm, illuminated only by the soft, warm glow of the corner lamps.
Soft, silent footsteps sounded against the carpet before Michael stepped back into the room. He had tossed his hat and heavy black jacket aside earlier, leaving him in a relaxed, white button-down shirt with the top few buttons undone, his dark curls slightly damp and clinging to his forehead.
"Out like a light," Michael murmured, his voice dipping into that quiet, tender register he always saved for home. "Didn't even make it past page three of the storybook."
"I told you," you said, setting your mug down on the glass side table with a faint clink and crossing your arms tightly across your chest. "All that running around was gonna catch up to her. She’s been going non-stop since six this morning."
"Mhm," he hummed softly, a slow, infuriatingly handsome smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he walked toward you. "She had a good day, though. That’s what matters."
Instead of taking a seat on the opposite end of the massive couch like a sensible ex-husband, He slid right onto the cushion directly beside you. He sat so close that the warm length of his thigh brushed against yours, instantly filling your space with his signature scent—warm vanilla, sweet spice, and expensive cologne.
You shifted away an inch, giving him a sharp side-eye. "Michael, there are four other rooms in this house with furniture. Why are you practically sitting on top of me?"
"Because the couch is comfortable right here," he answered smoothly, resting his arm along the back of the sofa behind your head, his dark eyes scanning your face with unhurried precision. "And I wanted to be close to you. Is that a crime, tinka?"
"It should be," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I came here for Naomi. She’s asleep, which means my shift is officially over. I should be getting my coat and driving back."
"It's almost ten o'clock at night," Michael reasoned, his voice dropping into a low, velvety purr that rasped softly against your nerves. "You're really gonna drive all the way back in the dark when your daughter is sleeping peacefully upstairs? That doesn't make any sense, baby."
Before you could fire back another slick remark, he reached out, his long fingers catching a stray curl near your face and tucking it gently behind your ear. His knuckles lightly grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, and an involuntary shiver ran straight down your spine.
"Don't start, michael," you warned, though your voice lacked the sharp bite you intended. "I mean it. We made a deal. No games, no funny business. We are co-parenting."
"I'm just tucking your hair back, pretty lady," he whispered, a sly, playful glint dancing in his dark eyes as he leaned just a fraction closer. "You're the one making it into 'funny business.' You always get so defensive when you're trying to hide how you really feel."
"I am not defensive, I am realistic!" You snapped, turning your head to glare directly into his eyes, which proved to be a massive mistake. Being that close to his gaze had always been your absolute biggest weakness, and he knew it. "I know you, Michael. I know that look, and I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You think you can just lay on the charm and act all sweet, and I’ll just magically forget about every single argument we’ve had!"
Michael let out a low, breathy laugh, the sound vibrating right in the small space between you two. "I don't want you to forget anything," he said softly, his expression softening as his eyes dropped to your lips before rising back to yours. "I just want you to stop fighting me for five minutes."
With frustratingly deliberate speed, Michael reached over and gently untangled your crossed arms, taking your hand in his. His other hand slid up along the back of your neck, his warm, broad palm cupping your nape with a firm, possessive, gentle touch that anchored you in place.
"Michael, stop..." You breathed out, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. "I'm serious. This is wrong. We're divorced, we shouldn't—"
He didn't let you finish. Leaning down, Michael pressed his lips softly against the delicate slope where your neck met your shoulder—striking your exact sweet spot with terrifying accuracy.
A quiet, shaky gasp escaped your throat before you could stop it, your eyes fluttering shut as a wave of warmth surged straight through you.
"Feels pretty right to me," Michael murmured against your skin, his voice deep and rumbling against your collarbone as he placed another lingering, feather-light kiss right on that same sensitive pulse point. His thumb softly stroked along your jawline, tilting your head back just enough to keep you completely helpless under his touch.
"Michael... listen to me," you tried again, your hands coming up to press against his chest. But instead of pushing him away, your fingers ended up gripping the soft fabric of his button-down shirt. "We keep doing this... we get wrapped up in this toxic cycle, and then tomorrow I'm just gonna be furious at you all over again..."
Michael brushed his lips slowly up along your jawline, trailing fire across your skin until his breath was fanning hot against the shell of your ear.
"Then be mad at me tomorrow, baby," he whispered, his soft, gentle tone utterly destroying whatever piece of restraint you had left. "But right now... just stay here with me."
The next thing you know, you were in michaels bedroom, the door locked. Your mouth on his lips fighting for dominance, "of course this fucker is winning" you thought.
He shoved you onto your back on the bed. You looked at him, breathing ragged from all the kissing. "You just gonna stand there? Hurry up before I change my mind."
"Be quiet sometimes." He hooked his hands into your waistband, pulling your skirt and panties down. Your clit glistening from all the wetness between your legs. He spread your legs, pushing them up to your chest, earning a soft gasp from your lips. Your pussy was wet, exactly how michael wanted it to be. it looked exactly how it looked the last time he saw this part of you, of course.
But this time was different, way different because he was finally having it again. It looked like a pretty lotus flower. "Looks so pretty, Mama..." He cooed lowly. His thumb finding your clit rubbing a slow circle on your clit remaining eye contact with you.
Your hips jerked, which instantly caught his attention. You bit your bottom lip to suppress any moans from slipping out.
And boy, did he not like that. He knew he had soundproof walls, but he really wanted to see how long you could last acting like he didn't satisfy you.
He slowly dropped to his knees, going between your legs, holding your thighs apart with his hands under your knees, keeping them apart.
Suddenly his tongue dragged through your folds without warning, licking and sucking at your clit with aggressive hunger. The wet sounds filled the room as he ate you out like a man starved, his tongue pushing inside you before moving back to circle your swollen nub.
"Ahh—fuck—Michael," you moaned, your hips bucking against his face as he sucked your clit between his lips. Your fingers gripped the sheets as pleasure shot through you.
You hear him hum, the vibration against your clit making your hips jerk. It felt like he was sucking the life out of you, your back arching. Your hands pushing at his head trying to create some distance. "Stay." He pulls away from your pussy just enough to talk, spreading your quivering thighs wider. He drops his mouth back onto your pussy, causing your head to drop back in plessure.
"oh fuckkkk....I can't—baby" you whine, when you feel his tongue circling your clit, before he sucks it into his mouth with a wet sudden pop. "ohmy—ohmygoshh!" You gasped, your legs staring to twitch around his head.
"You had an attitude," he sucked harder. "All day."
"ahhh—ohmy....fuckkk" you babble, not being to form any correct words at the moment. Your fingers gripping his head trying to push him away from your pussy.
"Stay fuckin' put (name)." He drags you back toward him, his tongue working on your clit even harder, sucking up all your wetness that was mixed with his spit.
Your breaths are shaky as you feel that same feeling you felt multiple times whenever michael went down on you. Heat and pressure building up in your stomach. Your toes curl, and you throw your head back, gripping onto his hair for dear life.
"Im.....oh fuck baby....im—" you hiccup, "I'm gonna cum mikey....." You swallowed. Your breathing becoming heavier and ragged.
Suddenly, he pulls away completely, denying your orgasm, you sob. "what the fuck....?" You looked at him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he un buckled his pants and unzipped his pants.
"Let's get somethin straight, Mama." Michael says, his voice low and firm as he pulled his pants down, freeing his long, pretty dick. Stroking himself a bit with his palm, pulling you closer towards the edge of the bed as he stood over you. "You've been havin that attitude all day and you think I'm gonna let you cum just like that?, absolutely not baby."
You open your mouth to fire back another bratty remark, but before you can. Michael, spread your legs with his right hand. His other hand held his dick. He started slapping and rubbing his tip all over your puffy clit. "Y'know, I don't like you havin' an attitude with me, baby...." He stops rubbing his dick over your pussy. "Make me feel....sad." He smirks gently slapping your pussy with his dick causing your hips to jerk.
He pressed his dick against your entrance. His dick thick and hard, before he thrust in deep with one swift motion.
"oh god.....fuckkk yes," you cried out as he filled you completely, your walls stretching around his thickness. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you feel something. "I know I know baby....just relax f'me, okay?" He cooes. His hips snapping forward with a perfect rhythm.
"You sorry for all that attitude you was givin me earlier?" He asked.
"Yes! I'm sorry—ahh—I'm sorry daddyy," you gasped, the word slipping out as his dick pounded into you.
"Louder," he demanded, his grip tightening on your throat as he fucked you, his pace starting to get faster and rougher.
"I'm sorry! Fuck–I'm sorry!" You moaned, your voice strained from his choking.
He grabbed your legs, pushing them up and holding them wide apart, his hands pressing under your knees to keep you spread open for him. His dick drove deeper at this angle, hitting spots that made you see stars.
"Feels s'good," he groaned, sweat beading on his forehead causing his curly hair to stick to his forehead. He watched his dick disappear in and out of you. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the bulge forming in your stomach with each thrust. "wow mama....look at that," he said in awe.
You looked down at your stomach, seeing the perfect tip of his dick hitting deep inside your guts. You watched in complete awe your mouth forming a silent 'O'
"Wanna try somethin..." he pressed one hand down on your stomach and thrusted in deeper. That caused a loud gasp to leave your lips. "Ohmygoshhh!–" you threw your head back, your eyes rolled to the back of your head seeing complete stars.
"Right there mikey!" You moaned out, your thighs trembling. He fastened his pace, his breathing ragged.
"Right there mama?, I gotchu baby," he drilled in deeper, his pace starting to slow down hitting perfect angles. "Lemme feel ya baby," his pace still slow and deliberate. His head thrown back, jaw clenched tight. Each thrust punching a moan or sob from your throat. "all ova—mhm—all ova mama," he repeated, rolling his hips slower with each word, the deliberate drag of his dick against your falls forcing broken sounds from your lips.
"That's it baby, let me hear those pretty moans," he panted, sweat dripping down his chest as he maintained his pace. "atta girl, you doin so good f'me..."
Michaels rhythm shifted, his hips rolling in deep, deliberate strokes instead of anything fast. Each thrust dragged his thick dick along your walls with agonizing slowness, making your pussy clenching around him with every measured push. Sweat glistened across his chest and shoulders as he loomed over you, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"That's it baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Feel that?, feel every inch of this dick I'm givin you?" His hands stand firmly under your knees, keeping your legs spread wide and pushed back as he sank into you again. The bulge in your stomach appeared with each slow thrust, his dick visibly stretching you from inside.
Your moans came out broken and needy, each one punched from your throat as he bottomed out. "mmnghm—fuck michaelll," you gasped, your voice trembling with every deliberate stroke. The wet sounds of his dick sliding through your soaked pussy filled the room, mixing with the creak of the bed.
"You feel that?" he asked, rolling his hips slower, grinding deep before pulling back. "I love the feelin of you...so warm and tight baby." Each time he rolled his hips, his dick dragged against that spot inside you that made your vision blur. Your moans grew lower, more desperate.
"please michael pleasepleasepleasee!"
His grip tightened on your legs as he maintained the torturously slow pace. "Gonna fuck a baby in you....you want that?" He grunted, his jaw clenched tight. "Wanna feel you cum on his dick, give it to me mama....come on" he cooed.
You moaned, your walls fluttering around him as the pressure built. Your hands gripping his forearms, nails digging into his skin as he kept that steady, deep rhythm.
"I know baby let go f'me," he cooed, his pace never quickening even as his dick throbbed inside you. "Cum all over me, please baby."
Your orgasm hit hard, your pussy clenching and pulsing around him as broken moans tore from your throat. "hmnghh—Michael—ahh!" Your body shook beneath him, legs trembling in his grip, toes curling.
Michael groaned deep in his chest, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. "Fuck—gonna cum—" he grunted, his dick pulsing as he emptied inside you, filling you with thick ropes of cum. His sweat-slicked body pressed against yours as he held you pinned, both of you shaking through the shared release.
"atta girl, you did s'good for me," he panted, his forehead pressed to yours as his dick twitched with the last of his cum. "You look....so beautiful"
You laid there breathing heavy trying to catch your breath. Michael eventually pulled out of you with a wet pop, your cum and his cum dripping out your puffy pussy lips. He watched in complete awe.
He ended up wandering off to get a wet towel, he came back and cleaned you up just enough for the night. He threw the towel in the dirty clothes before climbing into bed next to you pulling the covers over you. He stayed quiet for a few minutes then finally spoke.
"can we have a serious conversation tomorrow about everything?" He asked.
You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, a soft smile spreading across your lips. "I'd like that."
He smiled and pulled you closer to his chest. "Good."
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