Mr. TWELVE Stories

- Push 7 -

I cried out brokenly when he suddenly picked up the pace, my head falling back as I shut my eyes tightly, his name a fervent mantra falling from my lips.

I yelped when I felt a slight tug on my hair, and my eyes shot open to see Michael scowling sexily, his brows furrowed from his efforts from the waist down.

"You keep your eyes open..." he ordered, his rough voice leaving no room for argument. "...while I'm fucking you..." With that he punctuated his words with a tantalizing rotation of his hips, before plunging mercilessly into me once more.

Oh God...

It took everything within me not to cum right then and there.

But he was not making it easy at all; his grunts and high pitched groans as he ravaged my body had me feeling so fucking turned on, my head just about spun right off.

"Ah-!" I yelped startled when I suddenly found myself sitting on top of him; Michael had flipped us over so suddenly.

Nerves seized me slightly as I suddenly felt overexposed; being naked on a desk or underneath him was one thing.

But sitting on top of him?

I felt as his eyes could literally see right through me; despite the obvious I felt woefully naked.

His hands firmly gripped my hips as he hungrily looked up at me, his lips curving up into a delicious smirk that instantly made me unbearably wet.

"Ride me." He demanded, and just like that I felt my nervousness begin to ebb away as I watched him lick his lips.

A little shaky at first, I began to move on top of him, groaning loudly as he sank into me.

The best part about being on top of Michael was getting to watch him make those sexy faces I was quickly growing to love...especially the one he was making right now, with his lips curled up into a slight snarl and his eyes dark and hooded with lust.

"So...damn... beautiful girl..." he groaned fervently as he hypnotically reached up for my breasts, causing me to arch into his heated palms.

At this point I was so close...my thighs were shaking with anticipation as I began to roll my hips wildly against his, my hands splayed across his firm chest.

"Ah...baby...yessss...aahh God...oh Michael...! I sobbed as I began to feel my orgasm overtake me, my body shuddering uncontrollably.

Before I could ride out the last waves of bliss, Michael had me underneath him once again, placing my legs on his shoulder before resuming in "fucking my brains out".

I nearly screamed and I found myself biting on Michaels shoulder in order to stifle myself.

"B-baby...!" he rasped as he strained against me. " Baby...look at how I'm lovin' you..."

Against my better judgment I did, and I nearly passed out at the sight of him sliding wetly in and out of me.

I moaned as I helplessly rolled my hips, meeting his strong thrusts as my eyes remained glued to our co mingling hips.

"I-Ah God..." he groaned, his neck and facial muscles tense as he moved against me. "I-I don't understa-and...!" He gasped loudly, causing my entire body to hum in pleasure. "You...you g-got me goin'...goin' crazy...ah fu-ck!"

His hips were now moving at a nearly impossible pace, and I was squealing, gasping, and crying out nearly every second.

"Ooo..." he hissed, his lips jutted out in a impassioned pout as his thrusts grew irratic and out of control. "Ba-by, I cain't hold back...Imma...Im-!"

With a loud cry of my name, his suddenly locked his hips into mine, grinding into them firmly as his orgasm hit him hard, his hips pumping shallowly as he hotly came inside of me.

With that I felt my walls clench tightly around him as his orgasm induced my own, and I cried out him name with tears in my eyes as by back arched almost painfully.

He collapsed on me, and our bodies laid satiated in a hot jumbled heap on his couch as we both struggled to regain the ability to breathe after...well...attaining heaven on earth.

It was after several thick moments that followed thereafter that I was struck the heavy reality of what just happened.

And that things had the potential to become very awkward...very fast.

I couldn't let that happen....this so far had been the best thing to have happened to me in my entire life; I had to keep the magic going so to speak.

Of course, knowing me when I do open my mouth, anything is liable to happen.

Including me being dumber than ever.

"So you're a screamer..." I murmered unthinkingly, my brain having yet to become un-mushified. "I totally had you pegged as the panting type."

Stunned silence.

Oh dear God, how the hell did I manage to effectively ruin the afterglow in a matter of seconds?

I wanted to die from mortification.

As I began to curl myself up into a ball, I heard this strange noise coming from Michael...that sounded like he was...choking...?

I looked up to see him spasming next to me, rolling around his back with...laughter.

"Oh my GOD!" he gasped as his chortles echoed loudly in my ears.

"Um...heh...heh heh heh?" I attempted to laugh along, albeit lamely as I was still shocked by his unexpected reaction.

After several long moments filled with his loud chuckles, he suddenly sighed before giggling lightly, shaking his head amusedly as he smiled down at me.

"Girl," he began, as he sweetly ran his fingers lightly against the naked skin of my arm. "Just what am I gonna do with you?" he sighed.

Noticing the glint in my eyes he smirked, his perfect teeth gleaming in the dim light.

"Don't answer that."

Damn.

And I had some good ideas too...