𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧|𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧
Synopsis: Spring break was supposed to be simple week with your boyfriend’s family, survive the awkward dinners, and make it through the week. The only problem? His older brother is the man you can’t seem to forget—and he’s determined to make sure you don’t
Warnings: SMUT! Deception, sub!michael, powerswitch!michael, cheating, manipulative words, penetration, mommy kink, penetration, oral fixation, sneaky handjob, creampie, orgasm depriving,fingers in mouth and pet names
Spring break couldn’t have come soon enough. After weeks of lectures, exams, and surviving on little more than caffeine and takeout, the drive to your boyfriend’s childhood home felt like finally being able to exhale. The two of you had just finished hauling the last of your bags upstairs, his bedroom now cluttered with duffel bags, hoodies, and the small pieces of your life you’d packed for the week
It wasn’t your first time meeting his parents, but there was still something oddly comforting about being welcomed back into a house that already felt warm before you even unpacked. As you zipped your suitcase closed and glanced around the room, the unmistakable aroma of dinner drifted upstairs, followed by his mother’s voice calling everyone to the table
“I’m so happy we finally made it” you sighed making your way towards the door. “I’ve been thinking about your mom’s soul food all week. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it”
Just then, your boyfriend slipped his arms around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. Biting his lip, he pulled you against his chest before stealing a quick kiss “I can’t wait to get my hands on you” he murmured with a grin
“Baby,” you giggled, slipping from his embrace. “We’ve barely been here five minutes. Give me a second to breathe”
He let out an exaggerated groan “Ima’ gonna catch blue balls waiting on you” Leaning in, he stole one last kiss before flashing you a boyish grin “You sure?”
“Positive” you replied with a grin, giving him one last quick kiss before taking his hand. Together, the two of you headed downstairs
By the time the two of you reached the dining room, everyone had already taken their seats. It was just the four of you gathered around the table. Before anyone reached for their food, Mrs. Jackson folded her hands together with a warm smile “Let’s pray” Instantly, everyone bowed their heads as she began to bless the meal
Just as Mrs. Jackson finished blessing the food, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the house before it swiftly shut again. The unexpected arrival immediately caught your attention, drawing everyone’s eyes toward the foyer as you wondered who the unannounced guest could be
Rounding the corner stood your boyfriend’s older brother, Michael. Standing just shy of six feet tall, he looked as though he’d rushed over the second he realized dinner had already started. Slightly out of breath, he offered an apologetic smile before making his way around the table
His parents’ eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected visit. Leaning down first, he kissed his mother on the cheek. “You look beautiful as always, Mother.” He then turned to his father, extending a hand before pulling him into a quick embrace. “Good to see you, Joseph”
As he playfully nudged his younger brother on the back of the head in greeting, Michael’s attention shifted to you. Crossing the room, he gently took your hand and brushed a kiss across your knuckles, the simple gesture enough to bring a faint blush to your cheeks. It was impossible to take it the wrong way, this was simply who he was. Effortlessly charismatic
“Well, look who’s back,” he smiled warmly. “I was starting to think we scared you off after last Christmas”
Sliding the chair back, Michael took the seat beside you. He thanked his mother as he reached for the serving bowls, carefully piling food onto his plate
“Why would she be scared?” your boyfriend shot back “You’re the one who made a fool of yourself”
Michael ran his tongue over his teeth, briefly debating whether it was worth embarrassing his brother in front of everyone. Deciding against it, he turned his attention to you instead
“So” he smiled “how’s college treating you?” He nodded toward his younger brother before adding with a teasing grin “And more importantly… is my brother taking good care of you?”
“It’s been… different, I’ll say that” You smiled softly “I don’t really like being on campus much, but I made it through finals” Glancing over at your boyfriend, your smile grew a little wider “And yes your brother’s a sweetheart”
You couldn’t help but feel like dinner was dragging on forever. As much as you’d counted down the days until spring break and the chance to relax, you had never planned on seeing Michael this week
In fact, before agreeing to come, you’d gone as far as asking your boyfriend if his older brother would be home. He’d assured you Michael wasn’t coming
“You know” your boyfriend leaned back with a smirk. “For someone who’s so concerned about how I’m treating my girlfriend, I don’t see you bringing anyone home to meet Mother or Joseph”
Michael let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle. Beneath the table, where no one could see, his hand briefly grazed your thigh before disappearing as quickly as it had come
His eyes met yours for the briefest second before returning to his plate. “I don’t mind waiting” he said casually. “The right people always seem to find their way back around”
“Enough” Joseph finally said, his firm voice cutting through the back-and-forth before it could go any further
You silently thanked God that Joseph stepped in when he did because you knew exactly who—and what—Michael had been referring to. As your boyfriend turned his attention back to his father, Michael’s attention never seemed to leave you for long
Every few seconds, he’d steal another glance in your direction, each one making your cheeks warm. It wasn’t from flattery, though. It was the unsettling realization that, out of everyone at the table, you were the only one who understood the conversation you’d just had without saying a word
After dinner, you stayed behind to help Katherine clean the kitchen while the boys wandered off to play pool. You cherished these quiet moments with her. There was something incredibly healing about being in her presence
She often shared little pieces of wisdom, family recipes, traditions, and life lessons—the kind of things she imagined passing down to a daughter of her own. In many ways, the two of you filled a space in each other’s hearts that had gone untouched for years. Without ever saying it aloud, you both healed something in one another
After dinner, you slipped into the shower before changing into a matching gray pajama set—a fitted tank top and soft cotton shorts. Climbing into bed beside your boyfriend, you pulled the covers up and let out a content sigh, convinced the two of you were finally settling in for the night
It was obvious your boyfriend was thinking otherwise
Rolling onto his side, he began pressing slow kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, lingering just enough to make you smile. His hand traced lazily along your waist before drifting toward the hem of your shorts, silently asking a question only the two of you understood
Feeling your hand gently wrap around his wrist, he immediately stopped, a look of confusion washing over his face. His brows knit together as he searched your expression
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly
“Baby” you whispered with a nervous smile, “we’re in your parents’ house. We can’t do this”
He looked frustrated, but he respected your boundary. With a quiet sigh, he pulled his hand back a little more abruptly than before, the slight force behind the movement betraying the disappointment he was trying to hide
“What’s wrong with you?” You asked sitting up
“It’s just, it’s always something. Earlier it was “oh we just got here” now it’s “where in your parents house” last week you weren’t in the mood it’s just always something. I’m just getting frustrated”
“It’s just… it’s always something,” he admitted, running a hand over his face. “Earlier it was, ‘We just got here.’ Now it’s, ‘We’re in my parents’ house.’ Last week you weren’t in the mood.” He let out a frustrated sigh, avoiding your eyes for a moment. “It just feels like there’s always a reason, and… I’m getting frustrated”
“Well, I’m tired of repeating myself” you said, your voice beginning to shake with frustration. “I keep telling you I’m not ready, but it feels like every time we’re alone, you try to convince me otherwise. It’s starting to feel like you’re waiting for me to give in instead of listening when I say no”
Your boyfriend didn’t say anything else. Afraid that anything he said would only make the situation worse, he lowered his gaze and sat there in silence, letting the weight of your words settle between the two of you
Lying in the dark, you’d been staring at the ceiling for the past two hours, your mind refusing to quiet. You couldn’t stop thinking about what your boyfriend had pulled earlier that night or wondering how the rest of this trip was supposed to go after everything that had happened
It was also cold as hell in the house. Katherine always kept the thermostat at sixty-nine degrees, and the thin sheet draped over the bed wasn’t nearly enough to keep you warm. Quietly, you slipped out from under the covers, careful not to wake your boyfriend
Remembering that the extra blankets were kept in Michael’s room, you padded across the hall and gave his bedroom door a gentle knock
Of course, he was still awake. The only light in his room came from the soft glow of the television, MTV quietly playing in the background. Before you could explain why you were there, Michael simply stepped aside, silently inviting you in. As you walked past him, he lingered by the door for a moment, his eyes following your figure before he quietly shut it behind you
“You’re cold?” he asked, already sliding open his closet door. Without waiting for an answer, he reached inside and pulled out one of the spare blankets
Shutting the closet, he walked back over and draped the blanket around your shoulders with a faint smile. “I couldn’t think of any other reason you’d be in here” he teased, his eyes flicking toward you for a brief moment, “especially with you shivering… and your nipples giving you away”
You let out a quiet sigh, pulling the blanket around yourself “Can I just borrow it? I don’t really have the energy to argue with anybody else tonight”
“That wasn’t why you came in here, was it?” he asked quietly his teasing tone gone “Something happened”
As he sat down on the edge of his bed, he looked up at you before lifting two fingers in a small, silent gesture, inviting you to sit beside him. You hesitated before taking the spot next to him, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders
“What happened?” he asked quietly
Michael glanced at you “I know when you’re lying”
Finally giving in , you bit on your lip “We had an argument”
You stared down at the blanket in your lap, your fingers twisting the fabric together. For a long moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to answer
“I keep lying and I feel so bad about it, about us”
“I hate being around you,” you admitted with a shaky laugh “Not because you did anything wrong… but—“
“It’s the way you look at me, Michael,” you sighed, your voice barely above a whisper “It’s everything. Every time you’re around me… every smile, every glance, every little thing you do takes me right back to that night”
“So why don’t we stop pretending?” he asked quietly, his eyes never leaving yours
Your eyes drifted to his lips, only to realize he was already looking at yours. The silence between you grew heavier, as though you were both waiting for the other to decide what happened next
Slowly, Michael lifted his hand, his fingertips grazing the curve of your jaw with unmistakable tenderness. That’s all it took
Closing the remaining distance, you leaned in first, pressing your lips to his in a hesitant kiss. For the briefest second, time seemed to stop
Then Michael kissed you back without hesitation, as though he’d been holding himself back for far too long. It was gentle at first, filled with equal parts relief and longing, both of you finally surrendering to the tension neither of you had been able to outrun
As your lips met his, Michael’s hands rose to cradle your face, holding you with a tenderness that made your heart ache. Neither of you pulled away, as though breaking the kiss would force you back into a reality neither of you wanted to face. Your tongues swirled against each other’s in sync as you slowly closed your eyes, feeling yourself feed into the temptation and moaning in his mouth
Michael rested his forehead against yours, his thumbs still gently brushing your cheeks. After a long, unsteady breath, he gave your lips two lingering pecks before whispering “He still thinks you’re a virgin doesn’t he?”
You slowly nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. Your voice came out barely above a whisper “Yes”
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and instead of answering, he closed the distance between you once more. His forehead brushed yours before he pressed a trail of lingering kisses along your jaw, pausing at your neck just long enough to make your breath catch
Without breaking eye contact for long, he gently guided you backward until you were relaxed in the middle of his bed. Still focusing on the kiss while simultaneously removing your shorts and underwear, tossing them on the floor
Now softly kissing down your body, holding your hips in place as he kissed at your navel watching you shiver and squirm. A smirk manifested on his face causing him to do it again because he learned from the last rendezvous that it was a sweet spot for you
Gently, his hands glided over your thighs, his touch slow and unhurried. Goosebumps instantly bloomed across your skin beneath his fingertips, your body responding to even the simplest caress as your breath caught in your throat
Using his hands he pushed your legs back into submission, your knees now in your chest feeling his warm lips pressing into yours. Michael loved to tease and entice before just giving into the full act
Slowly, he submerged his face into your pussy and twirled his head in a circular motion, simply allowing you to feel his moaning and soft caressing before adding in his tongue
You bit down on your thumbnail, desperately trying to swallow the sounds threatening to escape. Focusing on your breathing, you silently counted each inhale and exhale, but Michael was making it nearly impossible to keep yourself composed
Just then a sudden warm flicker draped from your perineum and up to your clitoris, Michael purposely sucked hard making you whimper uncontrollably
“Michael” you gasped, your voice trembling as you tried to keep your composure “Please”
“Hmm?” As he switched to holding your ankles now as he did it again this time sucking with more persistence, never giving you the opportunity to catch your break
He moaned to himself as he released you and shut his eyes “Fuck you taste so good, baby”
Michael had made you so wet that the sound of him sucking your pussy was louder than the music coming from his tv. The only thing you could hear was his tongue flickering against your clitoris and your exhausted attempt at trying to hide your moans
Even in the dark Michael knew when you were cumming, your simple watery fluids now tasted sweeter and thicker. He smirked to himself realizing you were starting to cream out, just then he shoved his middle finger inside of you while gently twisting it side to side while sucking your clitoris
You’d become a trembling, whimpering mess, barely able to form a coherent thought as quiet words spilled from your lips
Every emotion you’d been forcing down for so long came rushing to the surface, and you finally surrendered to the feelings you’d spent months trying to keep buried
Michael used his sleeve to wipe his wet face before kissing your thighs as he propped himself up on his knees, undressing from the waist down
Now, you were in position, his hands gripped tightly into your waist as he guided you through riding him
Just the sensation of his dick inside of you was enough to make you orgasm again. The sensation of how thick it was and being able to touch your cervix just by sitting on it was a treat within itself
Leaning you towards himself, Michael pulled your top down and sucked your nipples in between his moaning “You feel so fucking good, fuck”
Your head draped back as you finally got comfortable with your performance. Your movements became more precise and you noticed what Michael’s body was responding towards. Everytime you’d clench your walls around his dick or sucked on his neck he would whimper for you more
“You’re lucky it’s not just the two of us here, else I would’ve fucked you until you couldn’t cry” he groaned “fuck”
Taking that as a challenge you grabbed his hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, examining his large hands before spitting on them and placing them in your mouth. Sucking his fingers and bouncing on his dick
Your confidence seemed to catch him completely off guard. The look in his eyes softened with admiration as he watched you, pleasantly surprised by this side of you he’d never had the chance to witness before. A faint smile tugged at his lips, making it clear that every moment only drew him closer
You could feel his abdomen starting to cave in signaling he was getting close, this was the perfect opportunity to take control “You better not cum yet”
“I’m sorry” he whimpered “I’m sorry, I’m sorry please just don’t stop. I’ll hold it in”
Bouncing harder than before with your hands planted in his chest for support “Fuck, I love this Michael” you moaning rolling your eyes
“You wanna cum in this pussy don’t you?”
He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes filled with a quiet desperation that he could no longer hide “Yes”
You were also reaching your peak, each bounce was you getting closer and closer to cumming. Soon your breathing became rapid and your moans came in closer together
“Fuck you’re so tight” Michael whispered “You’re making my feel so good right now”
Michael’s soft whimpers were like music to your ears, every whispered word drawing you closer, making it impossible to look away from him
“You getting close baby?” He asked
“Mhm” you gasped “I’m about to cum”
“Fuck Michael” you dragged out, breathing heavy and biting at the corner of your lip “You can’t talk to me like this”
“Can I cum please?” He pleaded
You nodded, unable to find your voice
“Yes?” he repeated softly, searching your face as though he wanted to hear the answer one more time
Finally Michael grabbed at your hips and forced you up and down on his dick, causing the both of you to orgasm together. “Thank you mama”. Both of you having to bury your faces in your hands to hide the loud moaning
Your toes curled and your body shook violently as your rode out your orgasm. Touching yourself in between was absolutely nothing compared to what Michael just made you feel
Sliding off of his dick the both of you simply sat in silence, unsure of what to do or say, mind blown at the sex being even better this time than the last
But the truth never changed—you couldn’t stop thinking about Michael because he was your first. It had started at last year’s Christmas party. The two of you had quietly slipped away from the crowd, both a little drunk, your usual boundaries blurring until one reckless moment changed everything
If you were honest with yourself, though, it hadn’t begun that night. You’d always found him attractive. Always. He was your boyfriend’s impossibly handsome older brother, and as wrong as it was, pretending those feelings didn’t exist had become far more exhausting than admitting the truth to yourself
The following day was the main event—the annual family pool party. The Jackson home buzzed with laughter from the moment everyone arrived, relatives filling every corner of the backyard. Children darted around with water guns, cannonballs splashed into the pool every few minutes, music drifted through the speakers, and the unmistakable smell of barbecue floated through the warm summer air
Folding tables were lined with homemade dishes, desserts, pitchers of sweet tea and lemonade, while family members gathered beneath umbrellas and patio chairs, catching up as if no time had passed
Your job for the day was to help Katherine with whatever she needed. Most of your time was spent carrying trays of food from the kitchen to the buffet table, refilling drinks, and making sure every dish stayed stocked
Every few minutes another relative would stop you for a hug or pull you into conversation before Katherine gently called you back, reminding you there was still plenty left to do
“Do me a favor, sweetheart,” Katherine said with a warm smile. “Take these ribs out to Michael for me, would you? Then bring the rest of the meat he just pulled off the grill back inside so we can get everything ready to serve”
Grabbing the aluminum tray, you slid the patio door open and stepped into the summer heat. Music drifted through the backyard while children squealed and splashed in the pool, adults laughed beneath shaded patio umbrellas, and the smoky aroma of barbecue lingered in the air
Some of your favorite records filled the backyard, from Earth, Wind & Fire to The Isley Brothers, the music blending perfectly with the laughter, splashing water, and easy conversation that made the afternoon feel so alive
“Mrs. Jackson wanted me to bring these out to you,” you said, setting the aluminum pan beside the grill
Michael looked up at you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he wiped his hands on the dish towel draped over his shoulder
“You know you don’t have to call her Mrs. Jackson, right?” Michael said with a warm smile “You’re family. She’d probably rather you call her Katherine”
“I know,” you smiled, “but it’s just out of respect.”
Your eyes followed Michael as he carefully transferred the meat from the grill, the smoky heat rising around him while he worked with practiced ease
The last hot link was still skewered on the grilling fork when Michael paused, bringing it toward your lips instead of placing it in the pan
“Try it” he said with a small grin
“Michael…” you whispered, glancing around the crowded backyard before looking back at him “I don’t think that’s a good idea
“Come on,” Michael coaxed with a teasing smile “I made this one just for you. I know exactly how you like it grilled”
Despite your better judgment, you leaned in and took a bite. The moment you did, a satisfied smile spread across Michael’s face, as though seeing you enjoy it was exactly the reaction he’d been hoping for
Satisfying his perverted thoughts “Good girl” he whispered only loud enough for you to hear while wiping the grease off your cheek
“Perv,” you muttered under your breath, your cheeks warming as you picked up the aluminum pan and turned to walk away
What you hadn’t realized was that your boyfriend had been standing just across the backyard the entire time, his eyes locked on the exchange as his expression slowly hardened
After dropping the meat off in the kitchen, you dusted your hands on your shorts and headed back outside, completely unaware of the tension waiting for you
Spotting your boyfriend near the pool chatting with a few cousins, a smile instantly spread across your face. “Hi, baby,” you greeted warmly, rising onto your tiptoes to press a kiss against his cheek
His reaction wasn’t what you expected
The warmth in his face disappeared almost instantly. Excusing himself from the conversation with a quick nod, he waited until his cousins had walked away before turning back to you, his jaw tight and his eyes fixed on yours
“What the hell was that?” he asked, keeping his voice low enough that no one else in the backyard could hear
“Pardon?” you asked, caught completely off guard. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you searched his face, trying to understand where his sudden change in attitude had come from
“What was that between you and Michael?” he asked, struggling to keep his composure. “Since when does my brother feed you? And don’t tell me I imagined what I just saw”
“He gave me a fucking hot link,” you shot back in disbelief. “That’s what you’re mad about? A piece of barbecue? You’re seriously making a scene over that?”
“Yeah, because why is another man feeding you like that?” he snapped, frustration creeping into his voice. “You didn’t see what I saw. The way he was looking at you… that wasn’t innocent”
You let out an incredulous scoff, slowly looking him up and down
“That is your brother. Are you okay?” you shot back. “You really think either one of us would stoop that low? Whatever childhood competition you’ve got going on with Michael, keep me the fuck out of it. I’m so sick of it”
Before your boyfriend could launch into another excuse or try to make himself the victim, you turned on your heel
Deliberately brushing your shoulder against his as you passed, you walked away without another word, leaving him standing there while the laughter and music from the family gathering carried on around you
Deep down, you knew you were the one in the wrong. But what else were you supposed to do? If you hadn’t flipped the situation back on him, you were dangerously close to being exposed. Deflection was the only thing that bought you enough time to walk away
As the sun began to set, the party carried on. Refusing to let the argument ruin your day, you kept your distance from both brothers and focused on enjoying yourself instead. You spent the evening laughing with family, dancing whenever your favorite songs came on, and making your way back for seconds of the delicious barbecue
Needing a break from the crowd, you slipped inside the pergola and drew the curtains shut behind you. Letting out a slow breath, you sank into one of the chairs, savoring the first quiet moment you’d had to yourself all day
The peace only lasted a few minutes before the curtains shifted open. Michael stepped inside, absentmindedly licking the barbecue sauce from his fingers before glancing over at you with a small grin
“Am I interrupting?” he asked
“Yes” you replied flatly, not even bothering to look up. You already knew it was Michael before he said a word
“Good” he chuckled, completely unbothered by your answer as he made himself comfortable beside you on the daybed
“I don’t think we should be seen together right now,” you said quietly, finally looking over at him “Not after what just happened”
“Why?” Michael asked, his brows knitting together as if the answer genuinely hadn’t crossed his mind
“Because your brother saw what you did at the grill,” you sighed, rubbing your temples “He was mad as hell. He pulled me aside asking why you were feeding me and said he didn’t like the way you were looking at me”
Michael let out a quiet “hm,” shaking his head with a smirk on his face
“I figured he’d notice…” he muttered under his breath
You turned to him immediately “You figured he’d notice?”
His eyes widened for the briefest second before he recovered “That’s not what I meant to say”
You scoffed, propping yourself up on your elbows as the realization slowly settled in. “Wow”
Your eyes stayed fixed on Michael, the pieces finally beginning to fall into place. Glancing over at Michael, the guilty look on his face told you everything you needed to know. A slow smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Instead of getting angry, you decided to take full advantage of the situation
If Michael wanted to play games, then two could play that game
You scooted closer to Michael, placing your thigh over his legs and rubbing his chest as you kissed at the corner of his lips “It’s okay baby” watching him tense up
You scooted closer to Michael, draping one of your thighs over his legs before resting a hand against his chest. Gently, you brushed a kiss against the corner of his lips
“It’s okay, baby” you whispered
The moment the words left your mouth, you felt him tense beneath your touch, his jaw tightening as he realized exactly what you were doing
“You’re not mad?” he asked cautiously, trying to read your face
“Mm” shaking your head as you reached for his swimming trunks, watching him squirm as you pulled out his dick
You let out a cocky scoff, a teasing smile spreading across your face. “Look at you…” you murmured, your eyes roaming over him. “All worked up over me?”
“Yes” he shamelessly admitted “I been thinking about you since you left this morning” he whispered
“Me too” kissing at the open parts of his chest before leaning down and spitting on his tip, watching it coat his shaft before repeating the process
“I don’t think we should be doing this right now,” he murmured, though he made no move to pull away
“Why? You didn’t care earlier about being seen” you teased
Just then your hand gently gripped around his shaft, immediately making him groan at the sensation of your hand stroking his dick—similar to what he was used to imitating on himself
“Be quiet Michael or else I’m gonna stop”
Dropping the plate next to him “Fuck” he groaned “okay, I’m sorry I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quiet”
You sped up your stroking, watching his dick pulse and react to your every touch. Even arousing yourself in the process
“People might hear us” he whined
“No” he took a deep breath shaking his head “No I don’t”
“Please make me cum” he whimpered
“I will baby, I promise. I just need you to tell me the truth first okay?”
“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”
He hesitated to answer causing you to slow down
“No, no, no please don’t stop” he begged “Yes” finally answering you
“Why did you do it Michael?”
“Fuck—I wanted t’ make him jealous”
His head drooped back causing his hat to fall off and his mouth opened but nothing came out “Oh my god” he moaned “Please don’t make me do this”
“Aww baby,I thought you wanted me to make you cum?” you said in a condescending tone
The fapping sounds grew stronger, even making him watch you spit on his tip some more
“I do, I do please just don’t stop you’re making me feel so good”
“So why did you do it then?”
“Because I need you” he whined “I need you and I want you for myself” “You’re so beautiful”
Michael’s legs started to tremble and his cheeks were starting to warm up “Princess can I cum please? I can’t hold it anymore”
His answer caught you off guard. You had expected him to brush it off, blaming it on the ongoing tension between him and his brother. Instead, his concern seemed to be about the two of you
His cumshot came protruding out multiple times, splashing onto the cement floor and a little on your hand. Michael collapsed back onto the daybed seemingly shocked in his performance. He began crying softly from being overwhelmed by your presence, blocking his face in embarrassment
“Good boy” you said as you kissed his cheek
You made him watch you lick his cum off of your hand before kissing his ear, making his body recoil with each touch
“You know I’m not done with you right? This is only the start” you smirked kissing his cheek “I’ll see you later my sweet boy”
Leaving Michael behind to collect himself, you slipped out of the pergola and made your way back toward the party as though nothing had happened
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