synopsis: despite being jermaineâs girlfriend, michaelâs always had a huge crush on you. the infatuation only growing when you show up at his house in a skimpy bikini â giving him the most agonisingly hard cock heâs ever had. so, of course as the best big sister-in-law ever, you have to help him out!
warning; sexual themes, smut, 18+, sub!mike, cheating, age gap (not that much), soft dom!reader
Maybe it was because of the blistering Californian sun.
Or maybe it was because of you.
Regardless, the way the sweat poured off his skin, trickling down the back of his neck, had him shivering despite the scorching sun that beat down on him.
You were tormentingly forbidden â something to, guiltily, stare at but never touch. Never have. Something that would bug Michael every chance heâd catch your eyes across the room, or when heâd let his gaze linger too long on your perfect frame, or when you brushed past him with that sickly sweet smile you always wore with a soft ââScuse me, honeyâ. Something heâd be kept up at night pondering on.
Forbidden as you belonged to someone else.
That someone else being his brother.
Which made his private infatuation with you a million times worse â the shame lingering deep in his chest whenever he feels his heart jump whenever you grin at him.
But the guilt that often crept up his spine in an obvious crawl was eerily absent today â instead a familiar yet unaccustomed feeling loitered deep inside him. Michael couldnât quite put his finger on it â he was certain heâd felt like this before when he looked at you, but it was clear heâd never acted on the feeling before.
It was something about the way that you laid oh so deliciously on the sun-lounger â legs crossed at the ankle, displaying your pedicured, white toenails glistening in the sun, skin a sun-kissed glow from the sunscreen youâd lathered on yourself, hair in a messy ponytail, eyes shielded in Armani sunglasses and a Pina Colada in hand. You were tanning â and it had Michael spiralling.
But, the best part? Your striking, baby-pink, string bikini.
The one that he knows his sister bought you for your birthday a mere few weeks ago, now deciding to bring it out for its first wear. Michael cursed the day you accepted that gift as he was now fighting the urge to let his cock twitch desperately in his swimming shorts at the sight of your exposed body â gawking at the way the condensation from the Pina Colada glass dripped down your manicured fingers, before dropping and sliding down the curve of your breast.
He shuffled uncomfortably on the sun-lounger next to you â trying his best to shift his shorts to display his achingly hard cock in a less obvious way. His eyes though, locked onto your glistening frame, your relaxed stance had him admiring the way you got comfortable â your fingers curled calmly by your sides, sometimes reaching up to twirl the string of your bikini bottoms between your manicured digits, or the way you sighed out loud every now and again, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. Michael gawked at each movement â wondering whether you sighed that gracefully when you were tired, or whether it was a noise of content? Or was that the kind of noise youâd make as his fingers would slide over your skin, or whether it reached a higher octave when heâd slide his fingers insidâ
Your sweet voice made him jump â his startled eyes now connecting with your sun-glasses clad ones, a playful smile on your face, âWould you be an angel and put some sunscreen on my back, honey?â
Michael took a stunned few seconds before he answered, lips parted in shock ever so slightly, âIâuh, sure. D-Do you not want me to grab Jermaine?â
He hated the way his chest tightened in envy at the mention of your boyfriend.
You sat up slowly, eyes never leaving his slim frame â his curls slightly frizzing up in the heat, smile deepening at the adorably innocent expression plastered on his face, âHe ainât out here, is he?â
Michael swallowed thickly, his eyes flicking to his brother, Jermaine, in the large pool that covered the backyard of Hayvenhurst, watching as he swam after his other brother, Marlon, before averting his gaze back to you, ââSuppose not.â
âThen come over, baby, donât want me to start burninâ, do ya?â
Michael sat up too, shuffling in a way that avoided his still hard cock to be concealed by his shorts, not leaving anytime soon after the casual nickname fell past your plump lips, before perching on the edge of his lounger.
Michael sighed shakily, picking up the sunscreen lotion that laid beside your chair, flicking the cap open gently before squeezing a generous amount onto his clammy palms. You had already situated your bare back to face him, humming quietly to a song Michael recognised as one of his own, awaiting his touch.
You had no idea what you did to him â thatâs what killed him most. You, humming away subconsciously to one of his songs, waiting patiently, half-naked, for him to rub lotion into your skin. Jesus.
Michael reached forward, a gentle, yet shaken, hand colliding softly with the leanness of your shoulders â his large hands beginning to lather the protective lotion into your skin. He tentatively avoided your bikini, to avoid staining the material in the grease of the lotion, but also knowing if he had to touch the very clothing that had him so antsy with desperation that it would definitely send him into tachycardia beyond rescue.
As he moved smoothly down your back, the cream now slicking your supple skin, he couldnât help but admire the painfully obvious ink that clad your spine. He cleared his throat behind you â eyes never leaving the trail of flowers that bloomed in black, slightly faded, ink on your skin.
The artistic sentiment of your dainty tattoo had him pondering â mind trailing over to how different you were to him. You were older, closer in age to Jermaine and La Toya than you were him, oozed confidence like you were the most important person in the room, wore expensive, out-going, feminine outfits that always caught his eye whenever youâd visit the family home, had wit quicker than heâd ever seen and a flirtatious attitude that had him blushing every time youâd compliment him subtly.
You were polar opposites â he was shy, quiet, gentle and, some would say, insecure, despite his superstar persona. On the surface, he pretended he didnât know why he was so infatuated with you â but, deep down he knew it was because you were something he couldnât have, but so desperately wanted.
âGone real quiet back there, Mr, you doinâ okay?â
Your voice dragged him out of his daydream once again, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks, âSorry. Was just looking at your..thing.â
âMy thing?â You laughed softly, âFunny way to describe my tattoo, honey.â
âSorry, sorry.â Michael chuckled behind you, hands still moving gently against you, âYour tattoo, I mean. Itâs very..different.â
âGood different I should hope. I had that done a few years ago.â You revealed, âHad some good reviews from it.â
Temptation crept up Michaelâs neck at your alluding comment, the devil on his shoulder screaming at him to ask what you meant by such a sentence. He gave in. âWhat do you mean?â
You smirked, turning around to face him, âIâll let you figure that out, sweetie. If not, ask your brother.â
Michael couldnât hide the shy smile that curved up onto his lips, skin now flushed bright red at your sexual insinuation, âSo cute.â You teased, reaching a hand around to pinch Michaelâs rosy cheeks, giggling as his timidity.
Your casualness in regard to discussing such promiscuous acts and touching him so sweetly had his boyish crush on you flourishing â his hands trembling as they moved down to your lower back, now scarily close to your plump behind.
âDid it not hurt?â Michael questioned sincerely.
âHm? Oh, no, not at all.â You spoke, âI like the pain.â
Oh, now that made him twitch â his bottom lip coming between his bottom teeth to steady himself at the way his cock throbbed achingly beneath his shorts, mind running away with itself at the thought of you enjoying pain.
âHey, you two!â La Toyaâs high-pitched voice filled both your ears, âCome in! We wanna play Chicken!â
You gasped, âOoh, I love that game!â You stood quickly, missing the way your backside came in Michaelâs full frontal vision, his eyes flashing open in shock, before turning around to face him, âThanks, baby.â You whispered, squeezing his chin between your index finger and thumb, before strutting off towards the pool.
Michael couldnât help himself but stare at the way your bikini bottoms had ridden up around your round ass, now curved between each cheek, displaying your plumpness to him perfectly.
âLord.â He whispered to himself, rubbing his slicked up hands across his thighs, ridding himself of the lotion, before rising to his feet himself.
You slid into the pool gracefully â sighing as the cold temperature cooled your warm body, swimming towards the rest of group who formed a circle, awaiting the two of you. Michael climbed in after you, eyes locked on the way your tits bounced as you jumped across the length of the pool, barely being held down by the flimsy material of your bikini.
Michael watched from the edge of the pool as you let La Toya climb onto your shoulders, heart thumping as you laughed loudly while you attempted to keep her steady on top of you, before hopping towards Marlon who held Jermaine on his shoulders.
âYouâre going down, baby.â Jermaine teased, eyeing his girl from his brotherâs shoulders.
âYeah, right, weakling. I know Toyaâs gonna shove your sorry ass into that water, right, Toya?â You sassed back, missing the way Michael clenched his jaw at the causal flirtatious tone of both of your voices.
Michael watched from afar as you and his siblings played multiple rounds of Chicken â not caring to join in himself, just enjoying admiring you from across the pool, pretending as if his brother wasnât there when he swam close to you or leant down to press a kiss to your cheek inbetween games.
âHey, Mike! Your turn!â
Michael peered over at the group through his Aviators, who were all now staring at his relaxed frame.
âCâmon, Mikey, Iâll get on your shoulders and play Toya, how about that?â
The nickname you gave him hit him straight in the chest â heart now pounding in his throat. Itâs almost like you knew, from the way you said it, that it had an effect on him.
âOkay.â Michael mumbled in defeat, moving through the water to join you.
Michael swallowed a groan that threatened to leave his lips â you were literally killing him with every word you spoke, his cock now painfully hard in his shorts.
Once he got to you, you slithered behind him, hopping from the edge of the pool and onto his shoulders, giggling as you settled against him. Michael swallowed as your thighs enclosed around his head, his shaking hands coming up to rest on your bare thighs â his head was reeling. He couldnât help but let his mind fill him with the imagery that your clothed cunt was pressed up against the back of his neck â your clit practically rubbing against him as you got comfortable.
âTighter, Michael. Donât want me to fall now, do you?â You commanded, grabbing his hands and pressing them further into your skin, smiling as he tightened his grip, âThatâs more like it, babe.â
God, he had to be a pervert the way his dick was jumping around in his briefs at every comment you made. You were turning him into a lustful man â something he strived to not be. But, he couldnât help himself when you acted like that.
And you didnât make it easy for him â not when you laced your manicured fingers through his ringlet curls, twirling them around one of your digits as you awaited for the game to begin. Michael let out a shaky breath he didnât realise he was holding as Marlon called out âAaand go!â
You squealed above him, your hands leaving the comfort of his hair to collide with La Toyaâs â thrashing one another back and forth, giggling as you play-fought. Michaelâs hands remained planted tightly on your wet thighs, doing exactly as you told him, trying to ignore the way the lower half of your body pressed further into the back of his head.
With a scream and a splash â you were pushed backwards, falling into the water, sliding off of Michaelâs shoulders. Michael, ignoring La Toyaâs squeal in delight at winning the childlike game, turned to face your submerged frame. Worry flashed in his heart at the possibility you may have hurt yourself falling so abruptly into the water â eyes flickering all over you underwater. His worry soon depleted at the sight of your elegant frame sliding out of the water, hands smoothing down your drenched hair, eyelashes fluttering the droplets away so beautifully his lips fell agape at the sight.
He couldnât help but stare as you fully rose from the water, a playful smile creasing your lips â and your bikini strap fallen loosely down your arm.
âIâuh, um, yourââ
Words failed Michael as he pointed sheepishly at the strap of your bikini, now teasingly revealing the curve of your right breast, falling dangerously down your chest to where one jump and your perky nipple would be free for him to see.
You peered down at the astray strap, giggling out a breathy laugh as you shimmied it back up, before swimming close to him, âThank you, sweetie.â You whispered, leaning up to press a soft, tantalising kiss to his damp cheek â only worsening the now painful boner he hid beneath the water.
You swam around him, unaware youâd left him speechless, congratulating La Toya for winning the game. Michael shut his eyes briefly â letting them flicker shut, gulping down his pride, as composed himself. He was surely a goner after this.
Sure you flirted with everyone, even making playful, promiscuous comments towards his sisterâs, but you did it with him the most. Even more so than with your own boyfriend. He tried to pretend he didnât notice it â but when you touched and teased him so often, it was becoming all he could focus on.
Michael rose out of the pool quickly, swift feet already dragging him halfway across the backyard before his name was called. He didnât stop to turn around, just called out that he was âgetting too hotâ, continuing racing into the house before anyone could convince him otherwise, running up the stairs to the quiet of his bedroom.
His bedroom door slammed shut as he tripped over his own feet, scrambling to his bed, kicking off his shorts as he went. He couldnât wait any longer â his cock was so hard from your relentless teasing that if he didnât do something about it right now he was certain he was going to cry. He situated himself on his back, cock, now free from the confines of his damp swimming shorts, bobbed against the bare of his stomach, begging to be dealt with.
Michaelâs eyes fluttered shut â hand hovering over his aching length, the fight between arousing relief or prolonged innocence battled in his head.
But, the sound of your sweet, loud laughter through his open bedroom window had him wrapping a firm first around the base.
A quiet gasp left his parted lips, eyes still squeezed shut as he stroked himself tantalisingly slowly â a whine bubbling in the back of his throat. His chest heaved, hips twitching as he bucked up into his own hand, pre-cum now drooling from the mauve tip of his stiffened cock â the relief he had been begging for all day now finally being washed over him.
The swift motions of his hand had his head falling back against the pillow â hips jerking upwards wildly, chasing his own hand as he fucked his palm like a mutt in heat, quiet little whines of pleasure filling the quiet room, along with a subtle yet equally as needy whimper of your name fell past his lips, only adding to the oozing drip of pre that fell from his swollen tip.
âWell, well, well, what do we have here?â
In his state of engrossed arousal, Michael hadnât noticed your presence in the doorway to his bedroom â your half-naked frame leant against his doorframe, droplets of water from your soaking wet bikini, one that had him in the lustful trance in the first place, falling onto the plush of his carpet. He shot up from the mattress, now perched on the edge, both palms now shielding his obvious hard-on from you as if you hadnât watched him stroke himself to you a mere few seconds ago.
âIâoh, God, I-I wasnât, Iââ
âYouâre so sweet, Michael.â
Your words forced his furrowed eyebrows together in confusion â sweet? Sweet for fucking his hand while moaning his brotherâs girlfriendâs name? Surely you must be mistaken?
You slithered into the room, shutting the door behind you and clicking the lock closed â a sound that had Michaelâs heart thumping so loud in his head his ears rang. You turned to face him once more, a teasing smile plastered back onto your perfect face.
âWhat a treat youâve blessed me with, baby.â You started, walking slowly towards him, your hair swaying behind, now fallen from your ponytail, âI just wanted to use your shower, honey, and Iâm so glad I did.â
âI-Iâm so sorryââ
âHush, darling.â You whispered, finally approaching him with a finger to his lips, smirking at the way his trembling hands attempted to cover his bare cock between his legs. Your hand moved to cup his flushed cheek, âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. Itâs completely natural, sweet boy.â
âI know what you said, Michael.â Your voice as smooth as honey as your nimble fingers shuffled down his face to thumb his bottom lip, âIâm not angry at you, baby. Iâm flattered, but also worried.â
âWorried?â He questioned, voice cracking as his frantic eyes never left your own, watching as you crouched in between his legs.
âYeah, sweetie.â You comforted, your free hand now resting against the bare of his meaty thigh, smirk depending at the way he jumped, âNoticed how hard you were hours ago, baby. Must be so painful for my little Mikey, hm?â
âOh, God.â Michael whined, embarrassment swarming his body, wanting nothing more than to cover his blushing face, but not wanting to reveal his slightly softening cock to you as you perched between him.
You giggled so sweetly despite the situation you were in, âHas it been painful, my baby?â
Michael attempted to ignore the way his cock began to harden underneath the grasp of his large hands at his referral as âyour babyâ. He gulped, breath hitching in his chest, before nodding meekly, face nestling into your palm innocently.
âOh, angel.â You babied, your voice a sweet comfort to his embarrassed ears, now slightly hunched over as to make himself smaller in a situation where he felt so big and exposed, âLet me help you.â
Michaelâs eyes shot open, âWhat?â
You smiled, lolling your head to the side, âIâll make you feel so much better, sweet baby.â
âBut, what about Jerââ
âEnough about him. He should be thankful he has a girl who wants to make his little brother so happy, hm?â You cut him off swiftly, your answers so reasonable yet so manipulative at the same time, going deaf upon his aroused ears, âWhat are big sister-in-laws for, huh, baby?â
Your smaller, more experienced hands enclosed around his own, tugging gently to move them away from imprisoning his cock â revelling in the way he whined bashfully, head turning the other way as his stiff dick sprung free. You sighed in admiration, eyes locked on the sheer length and girth of him â he was bigger than Jermaine despite the age and build difference in them, which only forced your eager mouth to salivate.
Your nimble hand wrapped around the base of him gently, sliding to your knees fully, as you gave him one languid stroke from shaft to tip. Michael whined so desperately it had you squeezing your thighs together at the sound of his arousal â a glob of pre-cum erupting from his flushed tip, drooling down your digits.
Michael couldnât help but make the sweetest of noises as your plump lips, the oneâs heâd been fantasising about since he met you, wrapped around the head of his cock â the feeling heâd once felt for you earlier, that he couldnât place, crept up his spine.
Irrevocable, soul-destroying arousal.
He huffed, a whimper leaving his agape lips, now peering down at your frame beneath him â watching as you bobbed up and down his length, hand pumping him simultaneously at the base. Michael, never having had his dick sucked before, was still sincerely impressed with the way you managed to fit all of his cock down your greedy throat â moving your now free hand to squeeze his shaking thighs to provide him some comfort as your throat constricted around him, his tip punching the back of your throat so deliciously it had you gagging, and him gnawing on his bottom lip so hard he coild taste blood to hold back his needy moans.
âT-This is s-so wrong.â He whimpered, hands bawled into fists at his sides, face contorted into one pure arousal.
You released off of him with a pop, hand continuing to pump him slowly, âBut, you love it, donât ya, angel?â You teased, pressed a gentle kiss to the head, revelling in the way he whined, âJust givinâ my sweet, baby brother-in-law a hand when heâs so het up âcuz of me.â
Michael groaned, eyebrow furrowing deeper into the crease of his forehead as you licked a stripe up the shaft of his cock, tracing the throbbing vein that adorned his length.
âPlease, what, baby?â
âPlease, IâI, I canâtâI needâNeed more.â
You grinned, rising to your feet without a second thought at his submissive whines of need â reaching at your sides to pull at the strings of your bikini, letting the bottoms fall to the ground, revealing your perfect, slick pussy to his eager eyes.
A gentle yet commanding hand met his thumping chest, pushing him backwards onto the bed, letting his back hit the mattress before crawling up his slim frame. Michaelâs exposed cock twitched and thrashed against his abdomen wildly as he watched you intently, awaiting your next move.
His breath caught in his throat as you straddled his hips, your bare pussy lips engulfed the girth of his hot cock â a strained squeak hitching in his mouth at the feeling of your warm sex against him.
âHave you done this before, Michael?â You questioned, your voice dropping an octave, now a sexy, teasing tone that had him suppressing another whimper, âMade love to a woman?â
Michael shook his head quickly, saliva moving slickly down his throat, ogling at the way you now reached behind your back, tugging the strings of your bikini top down â letting the flimsy material fall from your chest, exposing your perky tits to his enthusiastic eyes.
âGood.â You whispered, letting your hips move voluntarily against his own, the sleek of your cunt gliding against his manhood, meek whimpers leaving both of your lips, âI knew you were special, baby â hadnât been ruined yet.â
Michael whimpered as you continued to rock back and forth against him, your stark naked body moving on him with experienced precision that had his head reeling â admiring the way you let your hands crawl up your body, now adorning glorious tan-lines, to cup your bouncing tits or rake through your hair. You were truly an angel that fell from heaven to bless him with your beauty.
âTouch me, Michael.â You coaxed, grasping his hands in your own to grab a handful of your pudgy hips, âLike I taught you earlier, remember? Donât be afraid to hold me, sweet boy.â You leant down, breast pressed against his bare chest, nipples rolling against him, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, âI want to feel you everywhere.â
Michael cursed the neediness in his voice as he tightened his grip on your hips, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you aware of his burning desire to rid himself of the ache in his cock, now the hardest itâs ever been in his life.
âShh, I got you, baby, itâs okay â Iâll make it all better.â
Your reassuring tone had Michael nodding hysterically â restless to feel better like you promised him so beautifully. Your hips lifted from his own, shushing him as he whined at the loss of touch. A tentative hand grasped the base of him once more, sliding the warm, oozing head between your slippery folds â sighing in content as he nudged your clit. You slicked him up with the essence of your lust â letting it drop down the length of him before lining him up to your willing entrance.
Michael couldnât have nodded faster.
âUse your words, Michael. Need to hear my baby say how badly he wants to feel my pussy.â
âPlease, god, please, baby, please â need it, need toâAh!â Michaelâs eyes rolled to the back of his head instantly with a gasp at the feeling of your clenching cunt wrapped around his virgin cock, only widening the smirk that clad your face.
You hummed in delight as you sank further and further down him â letting his thick cock stretch you open inch by inch, the burn you craved each time you fucked his brother now hitting you full force, the length you desired from a man now ramming you to the brim.
âSo big, Mikey.â You sighed, a hand pressing against his chest to steady yourself, âSo much bigger than Jer.â
âMy goodness, baby, y-youâre killinâ me.â Michael admitted, catching his breath, doe eyes meeting your own, âWanted this for so long.â
A breath of flattery left your lips as you rose all the way to the tip of his cock, and back down again, slamming your hips down onto his own, âYouâre such a sweet boy, darling. My favourite brother in the whole family.â
Michael couldnât contain the whines and groans that left him, hands now resting in the curve of your waist, following every calculated movement of your body as you bounced on his cock.
âKiss.â Michael pleaded, eyes brimming with tears at the sheer volume of pleasuring stimulation he was experiencing, âKiss me, please.â
Your heart, now fogged with blinding lust, ached at the innocence of him â even despite having the girl he was in love with riding his dick before him, he was still only desperate for a kiss.
You leant down, hand lacing into his curls once more, connecting your lips in a frantic, messy kiss, swallowing every noise that left his dirty throat. Michaelâs tongue forced its way into your mouth â the hot muscle tangling with your own in a feverish dance that had your clit twitching against the pubic bone you ground it down onto. You broke away from the kiss to move down his face â the corner of his mouth, cheek, jawline, neck. And once you got there, you wasted no time in licking at the soft skin, basking in the salty taste of sweat on his sun-kissed flesh.
âCould eat you up all day, baby.â You whispered, sucking the sweet spot beneath his earlobe that had his hips bucking up into you, tip ramming against your cervix â hands tightening at your sides.
Sitting back up, not before pressing another kiss to Michaelâs lips, you admired the sight beneath you â his puppy dog eyes clouded with lust, petering up at you in such admiration it had your heart bursting, his God-like body carved so perfectly you couldnât help but rub your fingertips over each ridge of his abs, glistening in the sweat as the humid air in the bedroom increased, and his frizzed up curls now spread across the bed-sheets messily underneath him.
He looked so perfectly destroyable.
âOh, God â I-Iâm gonnaâsoon.â
Your hips ground down on him once more, continuing to rise and fall back down onto him â the slick of your pussy coating his cock in a sheen, a white, frothy ring of your juices forming at the base. As well as letting sweet, delicious moans of pleasure fall past your rosebud lips, you rolled your aching nub against the dense of his pubic bone â hitting his ears in such a way that had him throbbing inside you.
The sound of his name leaving your lips, a scenario he was once imagining while he fucked his hand before you caught him in the act, had him moaning so loud, your hand came up to cover his ajar mouth.
âGotta keep quiet, baby, or else Iâll have to stop,â You whispered, leaning down to lock eyes with the obedient boy beneath you, âKeep that mouth busy.â
Michael, set on pleasuring you in a way he was still figuring out, latched his mouth to the one thing heâd had his eye on since you arrived at his house â your tits. His puckered lips wrapped around your erect nipple â sucking sensually, soft sighs of content vibrating around the nub. Your back arched against him, tits now shoved into his face, not that he minded, his free hand from your waist, now cupping the lonely breast, fingers rolling the bud between his fingers.
Your erotic noises hit his ears in a way that had him buzzing with confidence â your eyes fixating on the way his tongue left your poised nipple to trace the newly forced tan-line around your breast.
âFuck, Michael.â You gasped, jaw falling slack as your hips continued to grind against the rigid bone, stimulating your pulsating clitoris while Michaelâs hands were busy, ââGonna fuckinâ cum on your cock, baby.â
âMm, please,â Michael whined, his lips pulling from your tit, saliva connecting his lips to your swollen nipple in an erotic scene, âWanna cum so bad, mama.â
Your head thrust back as you moaned â now succumbing to the pleasure that coursed through your veins, any ounce of dominance you once had now spilling away at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your nipple.
Michael, despite feeling guilty for not bringing the lady there before him, climaxed first â ropes and ropes of his fertile seed flooding your womb, whines only getting louder around the comfort of your breast, hands gripping around your waist tighter at the feeling of your cunt quivering around him.
âI love you, I love you, I love yoâAah!â Was the only words that left Michaelâs lips once he popped off your tit, a blush creeping up onto your cheeks at his admission.
You soon followed â one more roll of your clit against him and a suck against your breast had had you orgasming around him so beautifully it left Michael speechless despite his own climax continuing. You looked so pretty like this â back arched, eyes rolled to the back of your head, cunt milking him for all he had to give, gorgeous little moans falling past your plump lips, as well as an âI love you too, Mikeyâ that had him whining bashfully for the last time.
He felt as though any ounce of self-respect and maturity he had left in his body that threatened to fight his devotion and infatuation towards you had just been diminished to dust at the sight of you cumming around him.
You hummed in delight, flopping forward to lay tiredly on his chest â a hand tracing the definition of his peck, his cock still flush inside you, now softening, âYâdid such a good job, baby.â You whispered, tracing love hearts into his warm skin, âDo you feel better now?â
Despite the feeling of guilt that threatened to creep up his spine at the reminding thought that you still belonged to his brother, he pushed it to the back of his hazy mind, deciding the only acceptable and truthful answer was,
âYes.â He breathed, âThank you, mama.â
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