Naughty or Nice (Michael Jackson Christmas Fantasy)

It was Christmas Eve and I was so glad that Michael was coming home soon. He was in for a real treat when he gets here. I had on white and red lace lingerie under my robe with a Santa hat and a ribbon wrapped around my stomach. I was laying on the bed waiting for Michael's arrival. I heard the front door open and footsteps making their way upstairs to the bedroom and was getting excited. He opened the bedroom door and bit his lip. "My little sexy Ms. Claus." I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Tell me, what do you want for Christmas?" He licks his lips and plays with the ribbon on my stomach. "I think you know what I want." I walked back over to the bed. "Well, if you want it," I untie the ribbon and let the robe slip off, revealing my lingerie. "Come get it." "I'll happily do just that." He takes off his jacket and shirt as he walked over to me. I pull him down to kiss him and wrapped my legs around his waist. "This is the best Christmas present I've ever had." he said, breaking the kiss. "You didn't unwrap it to get to the good part yet." "Well, how about we solve that." He pulls my bra off and kissed his way down to the waistline of my panties. He pulls my panties off with his teeth. "Mmm.. Someone's being naughty." I felt him smile against my thigh as he kissed his way up higher. "So I'm on the naughty list?" I bit my lip and nodded. "I can fix that." With that, his head was between my legs and his tongue was sending shivers up my spine. My hands were in his hair and I felt my thighs get tense. I couldn't contain my moans. Michael stops and looks up at me. "Am I on the nice list yet?" "I think you could convince me more than that." I help him out the rest of his clothes and he climbs on top of me. His lips wrestle with mine as he sinks himself into my wetness. He starts slamming into me hard, causing me to bite down on his bottom lip and dig my nails into his back. His mouth moves to my neck to suck and bite on it and I cried out for him to go faster. The bed was rocking and banging against the wall. "Am I on the nice list yet, Baby?" he whispers deeply in my ear. That was all it took for me to hit my climax, and give him his answer. "Yeess.. Ooh God, Mikey, YESS!!" He collasped on top of me. I pulled the covers over us when we calmed down. "Wasn't that worth the work?" I nodded and cuddled closer to him. "Merry Christmas, Michael." He kisses my forehead. "Merry Christmas, Babygirl."

~*Merry Christmas!*~