Michael Jackson Imagines 2.0 (Undergoing Editing)

Secrets Pt. 2

Annie moaned into his mouth as his fingers gently caressed her most sensitive place.

And it was like the floodgates flew right open. A sudden rush of wetness, she felt.

As if she wasn't already wet before...

His hand traveled a little lower and collected some of her wetness, lubricated her clit, and began to rub it slowly.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and climax building quickly.

A meek whimper escaped her throat.

"You like that?" Michael erotically whispered into her ear.

"Mhm..."

All of a sudden, he entered his middle finger into her.

"Aah...!"

His finger curled in a come hither motion that left Annie panting.

He roughly proceeded to make out with her neck as he tenderly pleased her below.

Soon, he had her two fingers deep, sweating, and breath quavering more and more each second. His breathing wasn't the steadiest either as he marked his territory right beneath her jawline.

He could hear the wet sound of her sex, and it turned him on to a louder extent.

He withdrew his hand and sucked her essence off his fingers.

"Michael...."

Annie tugged on his shoulder, longing for more of him.

He got lost in her taste; left her hangin'.

But this time, he did something she didn't expect.

He lowered, gripped her thighs, and gazed up at her lustfully from betwixt her legs.

"W-what are you doing?" Her entire body tensed, and her legs attempted to close.

"You know exactly what I'm doing," His voice raspy and deep.

"Now relax....."

He kissed her clit, and she gasped.

His tongue made a trip around it; she lost it.

Her moans and sighs of bliss ricocheted throughout the room, without concern of who would hear.

He devoured her like a dessert. Left her trembling, misted in a light sheen of perspiration.

Her hands found their way to his scalp. His afro felt like a cloud. Like cloud 9, she was now being worshipped upon.

He squeezed her thighs and lightly blew cold air onto her folds.

Her hips eagerly rolled up towards him as her climax was right around the corner.

"F-fuck!"

His tongue felt like heaven, and she didn't want it to stop.

Nevertheless, he sensed her closeness and stopped.

Her sex pulsed in the cadence of her wild heartbeats and.....

Her eyes began to water.

Michael's eyes widened.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Why'd you fucking stop!"

His worried frown flipped into a smirk.

"Why do you think I stopped?"

She laid her head back and shut her eyes.

He slithered up her body and sensually whispered in her ear.