Master Jackson (A Michael Jackson Story)

Chapter 5

As we are laying in bed, because we decided to watch a movie, I lay next to him, playing with his lengthy fingers.

"Are you going to fire me?" I look up and admire his jawline, it's just so sharp.

Then Michael starts laughing and he turns his head to me. "Why would I fire you if we haven't done any work yet?"

I nod and sit up, facing him. "And when will we get to work?"

His face suddenly turned serious and his eyes darkened with a sexual smirk on his lips. "Hmm..." Michael trails his fingers slowly up to my pant line and plays with the hem. He uses his free hand to put on my waist as he comes close to my ear and whispers. "Shall we start now?"

His deep seducing voice sent shivers down my spine. I nod quickly as he pulls a condom out from his slacks.

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"You were prepared?" I laugh, trying to hide my nervous side.

Michael kisses my cheek as he slowly began to pull my pants down. "I'm your boss.. I'm always prepared."

As I'm in my panties, Michael is kissing me everywhere. There hasn't been a place on my body that he hasn't put in complete pleasure.

He puts me on his waist, below his rock hard erection.

"Baby..." Michael moans into my ear.

Fuck, alright now I'm wet. He slides his shirt up and over his head. Michael removes me from his waist and gets up from the bed.

"One minute, Gabs."

Gabs? He's calling me cute nicknames when he's being sexy? Okayyy.

He walks over to the door and locks it. Then he dims the lights and shuts the curtain.

"I...I'm kind of embarrassed to show my body.." He says bluntly as he scratches his neck.

I laugh softly and make my way towards him and put my arms around his neck and prop up on my tip toes. "By the bad boy way that you look on the outside... You're a cute little child on the inside."

Michael presses his lips together as he starts to feel my body. "Hmm... Thats right."

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his body. He leans up against the wall and starts laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" I start to giggle with him.

Michael puts me down from his waist and keeps me on the wall. "Because, I can't believe how beautiful you are..."

He slides off his slacks with his boxers and throws them to the side.
"From the frame of your perfect body to the flawless details..."

I put my arms around his neck, with my head back, Michael is sucking on my chest. "J-just fuck me already.."

Michael slides my panties off with his teeth, his hands sliding down my legs. As he comes back up, he puts his body on mine and kisses my neck. Soon, I feel his erection poking the lips of my womanhood.

"Sweetheart, I don't like to call it 'fucking' I like to call it, 'making love'. Will we ever fuck? That's for you to fantasize about and for me to decide..."

I nod, showing him I understand. By the way he's teasing me by poking me, makes me restless. Michael soon looks in my eyes, full of desire.

"Miss. Gabrielle Anne Scott..." He whispers as his hands roam around me.

My voice is nearly taken away by his dirtiness. "Yes.. Michael Joseph Jackson..?"

Michael kisses my lips softly and slowly and he puts a strand of hair behind my ear. "I have never loved anyone the way I love you... And I just want you to know tha-"

I throw my head back, moaning in such great amount of pleasure. As he entered me, I interrupt him with a loud moan.

"Ooh, uh, ahh! M-Michael!"

He grunts with every thrust, going deeper and deeper each time. I knot my fingers in his sweaty curls, holding him close to me as he starts biting bits of my skin down to my breasts.

I rock my hips with him as he plays with my breasts. Each firm squeeze makes me melt.

He suddenly pulls himself out of me and smiles. "But wait, there's more.."

Michael picks me up and takes me to his bed as he lays me down and spreads my legs apart. He gets on top of me and carefully sticks two fingers up my womanhood.

Each easy pump increases speed as I bite down on Michael's arm.

"Michael... I'm gonna-"

Michael interrupts me by kissing me softly. "Hush baby girl, I know what you're gonna do." He laughs as he gets faster, and a finger rubbing my bud.

My nails claw onto his back, I whine and laugh at the same time. "Michael stop! I miss you..."

Michael slides his fingers from inside me and licks the liquid off and chuckles. "I miss you too.."

He carefully slides his length inside of me once again and starts grinding on me. His slobbery kisses on my neck left bruises, I can tell.

•an hour later•

Michael slides out of me and lays next to me. He pulls the used condom off and throws it in a trash bin near the bed.

"How was that for work?" Michael asks, breathless.

Me, oh I loved every second of it. I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his chest, I could hear his heart beat fast.

I sigh and rub his stomach. "I can't explain how much I enjoyed that..."

He scratches my head and laughs. "That's what I like to hear. I like to have my baby speechless."

"You've had other girls before right? Not just me?" I sit up and get off the bed.

Michael follows me and gets dressed. "Yes ma'am. Now I don't want to sound like some fuck boy. I want to be honest with you."

I put some jean shorts on and one of Michael's buttoned up shirts, tucked the shirt into the shorts. "Well you can't just have one special one in your life, I understand."

"Also," Michael comes up behind me and hugs me. "I never called any of my past girls my baby. No other nick name will describe you. You are my baby."

I nod and smile at the fact he made me 'his baby.' No one, not even Travis called me baby. He lets go from the hug and starts singing.

"I like this feeling you're giving me.
Just hold me baby and I'm in ecstasy."

My face turned blank after he sang that. He turned to me and blushed. "Did I do something wrong? Now I'm embarrassed.."

"Your voice, you can sing like an angel." I blink a few times and smile.

"Stop it, you!" He blushes more and covers his cheeks. "I don't like it."

I laugh as I walk out the room. "Okay, you little baby."

Halfway down the stairs, Michael jumps in front of me.

"No that's not how it works." He crosses his arms.

I shrug. "How what works?"

Michael taps my shoulder. "I am not your baby. You are my baby."

He takes my hand and we walk downstairs. All four, Janet, Mac, Steven and Sophia were staring us down.

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