A book containing mini series, short stories and one shots of your relationship with the King of Pop, himself. As you read along, I'd like for you all to visualize each imagine. By doing so, I'll know that my mission to have a successful book will b...
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You were woken by the birds singing outside your window. Upon waking up, you felt a sharp pain amongst your lower abdomen. The pain was unbearable to manage, causing you to whimper. Your whimpers provoked someone to arouse with fluster. "You ok?" he asked softly. You glanced at him, captivated by his perfection. "Yeah.. Just a little sore." you chuckled, slowly sitting up. "So.. it's true?"
"What's true?" you quizzed. Michael removed himself from the position he was in, sitting back on your couch. "You.. and me. You know..." he paused, hoping you would figure out the rest. "Oh..." you giggled, covering your face from the embarrassment. "Well.. hence we are in the nude, I'm sore and you now have a semi hard on.. I'm guessing it's true." you answered. "Forgive me for finding you very attractive." he said, grasping his member with one hand.
You bit your bottom lip, watching Michael play with himself. How his hand glided from the base, all the way to his tip. You reminisced the moments you two shared. His strong, masculine hands touching your fragile body. The heat you two combined with one another. The thought of that and watching him masturbate made your kitty purr. "No. Forgive me for this..."
You crawled to where he was, straddling over his lap. Both hands clasped your waist, keeping you steady. His tip slid within your slit, rubbing against your cl*t. You rocked your hips back and forth, causing your juices to overflow. "Mmmm..." you moaned, resting your head on his shoulder. Michael embedded himself deep into your warmth, forcing both of you to arch your backs.
You pulled him in for a tender kiss as you swayed your hips in a circular motion. Ecstasy heightened as Michael went deeper, striking your sensitive spot. You sucked on his neck, moaning aloud to his powerful thrusts. "Oh, Michael..." you cried his name, bringing him as close to you as you possibly can. His eyes are closed shut, roaming his arms all over your drenched body. "God, you feel so good to me." he moaned out, licking his lips every now and then.
You proceeded to go faster, producing your vaginal juices to seep onto your legs. Michael noticed you were getting tired; so he picked you up, placing you on the couch. You buried your head over his shoulder, clawing his back. "Mic-Michael... I'm so close. Please.. take me there." you panted with eyes closed and mouth wide open.
You could tell he was near by him slowing down. You weren't worried about not reaching your destination because he placed a hand over your cl*t, caressing it gently. By one single touch, you felt your walls tightened; letting your orgasm come into play. "Ahhhhhmmmmm....." you whimpered. Seconds after, Michael reached his peak, spilling his seed deep within you. "Y/N...." he heaved, collapsing on top of your body.
Both out of breath and yet is satisfied after encountering your fourth climax. "Wow." you breathed, playing with his curls. "Wow indeed." he agreed, resting on your stomach. "Now I'm going to be really sore." you joked, making Michael laugh. "I'm sorry about that."
"I'm not." you protested, which made him laugh even harder. "If you insist, babygirl." he said, caressing your warm skin. Babygirl.... the name your deceased fiancé called you. Although you were elated, you now felt guilty; due to the fact that... you slept with a man you barely know. Not to mention your new neighbor.
You sighed, trying your best not to cry. Michael sensed your sudden guilt, tilting his head up. "What's wrong, Y/N?" "My ex fiancé used to call me that." you sniffed, wiping your eyes. "Oh.. I didn't mean to call you-"
"No.. it's not your fault. God, I'm such a horrible person." you fussed. "What do you mean?" "I just met you yesterday... and now here we are. Fucking on my couch." you covered your face. Michael sat up, removing your hands away. You were forced to look at him. "First, you are not a horrible person. You're too gorgeous and sweet to be one. Second, I wanted it just like you did. If you ask me, I'm at fault. I'm the one who came back."
"Why did you come back?" you asked. Michael caressed the side of your face, not looking away from your eyes. "Because you were irresistible, Y/N. And I don't regret a damn thing about what you and I did. Do you?" he said. You shook your head. "I don't.." you replied, biting your lip. He smiled lovingly, kissing your cheek. "Good."
"I still feel guilty, though." you reassured. "Then I'll tell you what. Let me take you on a date." he suggested. You hesitated at the word date on account of your tragic loss from the past. "A-a-a date?" you mimicked. "What do you say?" he asked, grabbing both of your hands. You stared at him. The beautiful man in front of you. The man you told all to. The man you shared your all to. Maybe this is your chance to find happiness again. So you said...
