𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ★ 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

mike faist ~ stress

"fuck." you muttered for the tenth time, to be honest you didn't even know why you were doing this by yourself when your boyfriend could've helped but you invited your dad and mike invite everyone from the restaurant. thanksgiving was always your favorite holiday, so you wanted everything to be perfect. You had pulled all of your grandma's old cooking recipes and tried to master all of them but you just found yourself into some deep shit. You even woke up early than usual, threw on mike's blank white t-shirt and some panties and went to work. after a little while you hear heavy footsteps coming from the bedroom you and mike shared.

You didn't turn around at the voice saying, "whoa what's going on here?" mike says from behind you, not failing to notice your attire and the smell of food in the air.

You were so focused on scrambling and trying to get everything done that you didn't give him a answer. mike shakes his head at you before walking towards you with his hand reached out, about to touch your shoulder but you stop him. "mike if you touch me, I'll stab you with this fucking knife." you grit at him, you obviously didn't mean it but you were just to stressed out for any physical touch. mike look at you with surprised look.

Mike takes a few breaths before speaking,"jesus babe, what's got you all stress out?" he says, folding his arms. You set the knife down before turning your attention to mike. "thanksgiving, that's what." mike nods at your response and takes a look around at the kitchen, shit was everywhere, the kitchen looked like your state of mind at that moment. "babe we have until tomorrow, why don't you just take a break and come back to it la-" your protests cut him off as you try to explain to him why you can't wait later but he cuts you off, with his lips.

You moaned in his mouth as his lips caressed your lips, messily. His nose is pressed against your cheek as he granted his touch access into your mouth which you accepted. soon enough his hands travels to your ass and tightly grabs it before slamming his hands down on it causing you to moan in his mouth more. He then pulled away to clear the counter top with his hand, making everything fall on the floor. He hopped you on top on the counter before saying, "spread your legs, hot stuff." he muttered. You did what he told you to do, spreading your legs and leaning on your forearms.

Mike glanced at the wet spot on your panties before looking up at you. "you look like a fucking dream, baby." he groaned. his fingers hooks onto your panties before yanking them down and tossing them somewhere in the kitchen. mike them slides his hands behind your knees, pushing them down to get a better look at your pussy. his dick grows at the sight of wet, plushy cunt. "ready angel?" you nod rapidly in response. His pink lips brushes against your folds as his nose bumps against your clit with each lick. You struggle to breathe when the pleasure is just too good. His hands are placed on your body, one on your thigh and one on your belly, keeping you down. you jolted in surprise when mike shakes his head side to side, getting a satisfied reaction from you.

"holy fuck, mikey ." you moaned, breathlessly. his tongue is houdini and your pussy is the act, working all his magic.

Mike lides his tongue on your clit, making your hands fly to his hair. "right there, huh?" mike smirked as you grabbed tighter on his brown locks. Your eyes disappeared in your brain as you were close to cumming. "fuck mike, fuck!" you squeaked, cumming all over carmen's face. "m'gonna fuck you now, sweetheart." mike says, not wasting any time getting his pants off.

He didn't even bother taking his shirt off.

You head fucking spins as mikey taps his cock on your clot a couple of time before pushing in intensely, filling you completely with his cock. You mewled, clawing at his plain blue shirt until his pelvis pressed against yours. "you still stressed out? hm?" he uttered as he starts to pick up the pace. You could barley respond to him as he was thrusting in all the right places. "answer me or I'll stop, I swear to god." He says, seriously.

You finally bring yourself to answer him. "no I'm not stressed" you cried. Your pussy submerges his cock with each thrust, bringing a gush sound.

Mike's jaw clenched as he can feel the intensity of a orgasm coming. Mike's hand comes up to you shoulder, pulling you in his thrusts. You sob his name, grabbing tighter on his shirt that stopped above his v-line. Everything was so aphrodisiac as you tighten around him, letting him know your close. He brings his thumb to your clit, helping you get to your goal. "cum f'me you deserve it, babe." He says which gave you the green light. You squeal his name as your orgasm washes over you and your body dissolves into pleasure. Mike's hot, sweaty body collapses on top on you with cum dribbling out of your cunt. "fuck that was incredible." he says into your chest.

Mike then leaned up from your chest and looked around the kitchen. "next year, you should let me help you." he chuckled.