Who's your daddy? || Michael smut || final part {tumblr}
“Daddy please!” you moaned loudly, sure that the whole hotel could hear you.
“Now kitten,” he growled, burying his face in your neck once again.
You scratched his shoulders and came hard around him, moaning uncontrollably. Michael spilled his load inside of you, cussing as he did, before pulling out and laying you both down carefully.
“Enjoy that?” he panted as he brushed the sweaty strands of hair from your face.
“It was new but amazing,” you smiled as you struggled to catch your breath.
“I’ve always fantasized about it, but it was a first for me too,” he smiled and kissed your forehead.
“Luke would probably kill us if he found out,” you giggled as he pulled you to lie on his chest.
Michael simply smirked, “Yeah, well he maybe your big brother but just remember I’m your daddy.”
