Get Dirty

Be Dirty For Me

!!!NSFW CHAPTER!!!

Y/N's POV:

     I watched as Michael slowly lowered himself to the ground, my fingers still tangled in his luscious curls. God, he looked so pretty like this. Michael was absolutely beautiful. It pained me that he couldn't see what I could, but I vowed to tell him every single day for as long as he kept me in his life that he was beautiful, pretty, and handsome. He was beyond perfect to me, from his hair to his lips, nose, and eyes. I just wanted to drown in him, and it seemed that he wanted to drown in me as well.

     I was shocked out of my daze thinking about how perfect Michael was when I felt his hands grip my thighs, forcing my attention onto the beautiful man now kneeling before me.

     I raked my fingers through his curls and tugged every once in a while, causing him to let out soft moans.

     "You're gonna drive me crazy girl..."

     "Like you don't drive me crazy, Michael?" I retorted, my eyebrow-raising as if to telepathically convey how all he had been doing for the past two days was making me go crazy.

     "But it's different when I do it."

     "Oh, really? How?" I asked in a soft and low tone as I rolled my hips.

     I watched as Michael's eyes drifted to my hips briefly as I finished rolling my hips before looking back up at me. His eyes were dark and alluring, and they practically begged me and tempted me to do more.

     "You see..." He hummed out as he slowly leaned forward, licking a strip up my slit, causing me to moan loudly. "When I drive you crazy, I like to do it to see how needy I can make you. I also want to do it so that way, once I do make you needy enough, you decide to show me all of the desires that go on in that dirty mind of yours."

     He finished by giving my slit another painfully slow lick, giving my clit a few extra flicks with his tongue before pulling away and just staring at me, daring me to retort.

     After letting out another moan, I looked back down at Michael, trying to pull together some type of response.

     "I think you have an obsession with making me as dirty-minded as you are, Michael," was the only sentence I managed to choke out.

     He narrowed his eyes at me as he smirked. He suddenly leaned forward, gripping my thighs as he buried his face between them and licked up and down my slit repeatedly, taking time to give gentle kitten licks to the hood of my clit and sucking on it briefly.

     The sudden sensation made me moan as I tugged his hair and started rolling my hips against his face, silently begging and pleading with him to do more.

     He pulled away, making me whimper at the loss of the pleasure. He then kneeled up and got close to my face. I could still see my cum glistening on his luscious lips, and at that moment, I just about lost all semblance of control I was clinging onto.

     "You say I want to make your mind as dirty as mine as if it wasn't dirty to begin with. I saw the way you looked at me while I was grinding on stage earlier today."

     My eyes widened, and before I could protest, he leaned down and once again licked my slit, this time briefly slipping his tongue past my outer labia, which nearly made me scream.

     "The second you told me you listened to Dirty Diana, I knew right away. You like to play innocent..." He trailed off, sucking on my clit briefly before flicking it with his tongue. "And because you like to play that innocent game even after we've had some fun, I will take full pleasure in teasing you enough to make that facade fall and make you scream."

     As he finished his small speech, I felt his hands move to my hips, grip me tightly, and force his face between my thighs. I moaned as he desperately slipped his tongue in and out of my pussy, trying to get every last drop of our mixed cum onto his tongue. As he did that, I continued to moan and grind my pussy against his lip, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling every once in a while to make him moan.

     "That's it, girl, that's it...give in to me..." He hummed out.

     Just as I thought he was about to slow down, I felt his middle and ring finger slide into me before he retracted them briefly and then plunged them inside of me harder. What started as a soft moan had turned into me screaming out Michael's name. After he heard that, he groaned and brought his lips back to my clit, sucking as he continued to finger fuck me to try and bring me closer and closer to cumming.

     The finger fucking, combined with his skillful lips and tongue, plus being oversensitive, I just couldn't take it anymore.

     "Michael, please, you're gonna make me cum..." I sighed as my hips started grinding against him more feverishly.

     "That's it, girl. Sh- Show me ju-just how dirty yo- you can be..." He mumbled against my pussy, his voice shaking as his body became more and more focused on my pussy.

     As he continued to finger fuck me, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, sometimes briefly flicking his tongue, my slit, and his own fingers drenched in a mixture of our juices and just my juices every once in a while. A few times he even briefly tongue fucked me and finger fucked me at the same time.

     "Michael...PLEASE!" I cried out, desperate for release.

     "That's it, girl...be dirty for me...cum for me. Now."

     After that nearly silent beg, which had been muffled due to Michael's face being buried between my thighs, I came hard. I threw my head back and came. As I did, I heard Michael let out a long groan as he frantically lapped out every last drop of cum.

     I felt my hips jut against him, my pussy lips rubbing against his lips as he left soft kisses and gently licked and sucked everywhere as I slowly came down from the euphoric high of my orgasm.

     I suddenly looked down and watched as he slowly stood up and leaned over me, placing his hands on either side of my body as I sat on the sink.

     "Clean me off..." He mumbled.

     I slowly leaned forward and began kissing and gently licking off the cum from his lips and chin. I moaned at the taste, which made him chuckle.

     "God, I love watching you taste yourself and taste our mixed cum. Do we taste good, baby?"

     "Mhmmm..." I sighed contentedly.

     "That's my dirty girl," he hummed out.

     I finished cleaning him and gave him one more kiss before pulling back and looking him in the eyes. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in, giving me a long, slow, delicious kiss.

     "Let's get you cleaned up again, and then let's go to bed?"

     "Sounds divine."

     "You know, you're basically my dirty Diana from the song."

     "Yours?"

     "Yes, mine." He quickly quipped back at me.

     "I can't wait to spoil you girl. And the first way I will do that is washing you off, getting you in bed, and holding you as you drift off to sleep."

     "That sounds wonderful, Michael."

     "The second way is doing all of this again, just in a different room."

     "Okay, and this is why I say YOU have the dirty mind."

     "I'm just playing, girl...maybe." He said, with a wink. I laughed as he washed me off before we both headed back into his bedroom and quickly drifted off to sleep.

~Fin~