"What's understood..don't gotta be explained. You know as well as I do, that you belong with me. Ain't no two ways about it." His eyes never left mine as he spoke, they only seemed to bore deeper into them.
I was fidgeting in my seat, wishing desper...
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"make me sit in front of a mirror with my legs spread. show me my drippy pussy. now sit behind me and let me watch you play with me. don't stop until I squirt all over the mirror."
The club was packed, music thumpin' through the air as bodies swayed to the beat. I had been to mad places like this before, but tonight? Tonight hit different. Maybe it was because I was with Michael, and the way his eyes stayed glued to me made the whole place feel like it was on fire.
He had this look—like nothing in the room mattered but me. That same look he'd been giving me all night, the connection between us was somethin' he wasn't tryna hide. It was bold, raw, and in the middle of all the flashing lights, it felt surreal as hell.
Michael stood close, his hand resting low on my back as we weaved through the crowd. The paparazzi had snapped a few photos when we first pulled up, but his team shut them down quick. Even still, I could feel eyes on us, whispers floating in the air around us, but none of it stuck. All that mattered tonight was this moment—being right here with him.
"You tryna dance?" He leaned in close, his voice deep in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I smirked, feeling the heat rise between us. "Thought you'd never ask."
We moved onto the dance floor, and the space between us vanished. The music was loud, pulsing through the room, and we flowed with the rhythm between us. His hands found my waist, every touch, every glance, loaded with unspoken tension.
Time seemed to blur as the crowd moved around us. His grip tightened just enough to make my heart race, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered something that sent a heat straight through me.
"You're lookin' too good right now," he murmured, his voice low. "I'm tryna stay a gentleman, but you ain't makin' it easy."
I couldn't help but laugh softly, tilting my head to look up at him. "Yeah? You're the one always talkin' about how calm you are."
He flashed that signature grin, the one that made my stomach flip. "Oh, I'm calm, alright. But you keep pushin', and I might forget how to act."
I bit my lip, the playful energy between us heating up. The night was gettin' late, and the weight of his hand on my hip, the way he was holding me just a little tighter than before—it was clear where this was headed.
"You ready to get outta here?" His voice dropped lower, his eyes dark with that familiar intensity.
I didn't hesitate. "Yeah, let's go."
Without another word, we slipped off the dance floor, heading toward the back where his security cleared a path for us. The noise of the club faded behind us as we found a quiet hallway near the VIP section. The moment we were alone, he wasted no time pulling me close, his lips crashing into mine in a kiss that was both hungry and urgent.
