Or What? <mc>

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Or What? - Michael Clifford



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You watched as Michael started to walk back and forth on the balcony; his phone tightly pressed to his ear as he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. If you hadn't known him for so long, you'd have thought something bad was happening; but you knew by now that it was just his way of handling a phone call. You could tell it was a business call because he kept taking his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, tugging at it every now and then and then gently caressing it as he listened carefully to what the person on the other side of the line was saying.

You saw him remove the phone from his ear and hit a button on the screen before stepping in again and collapsing on the sofa next to you, his hands immediately finding your thigh as he shifted to make himself comfortable. "Everything okay?" You asked just to make sure and he nodded before lifting his eyes up to yours; "Just the usual" he murmured before gently pressing his plump lips to yours.

You couldn't stop the heavy breath from coming out of your mouth as he pulled away and a smirk immediately appeared on his face as he raised an eyebrow at you. Yeah because if it was true to say that you knew him like the back of your hand, the opposite was pretty much accurate too and he knew damn well how much the way he acted when he was on the phone turned you on.

"Oh, baby" he teased as he started to inch his hand up your legs until it reached the hem of your pajama shorts; "Don't make fun of me" you pouted as you crossed your arms over your chest; "Or what" he breathed, his face just centimeters away from yours as his fingers slipped under the fabric. "Or you won't get some for an entire week, Michael" you threatened, conviction clearly lacking in your tone as you tried to keep a straight face.

"Oh really?" he asked as he cocked his eyebrows at you and you felt his fingers brush over your panties, right on top of your clit; you put all of your efforts into pretending it didn't affect you and looked into his amused eyes; "really" you confirmed.

He didn't give you a second to proceed what was happening as he grabbed both your thighs and jerked you down on the sofa before lying between your legs and pining your hips down with his own. "Don't fight me, baby girl" he said as his nose brushed your face and his hands rested on your sides. "Or what?" you asked with a low voice as you quoted his words; he looked at you for a second, lust evident in his eyes before leaning down and placing his lips at your ear. "Or I will tie you up to the bed and fuck you so hard you won't ever think about denying me again" he whispered lowly and your breath inched in your throat as his fingers grabbed the waistband of your shorts and yanked them down roughly.

A small smile appeared on your face as he started to kiss down your neck; he then moved his lips to the inside of your right thigh and you bit down hard on your tongue as a moan threatened to come out. He trailed his delicious lips up to your panties and pecked your clit through the lace and it took everything in you not to tangle your fingers into his hair and arch your back from the sofa.

He looked up before taking the material in-between his teeth and slowly sliding it down his legs; it was another one of your weakness and you hated that he knew you that well but you managed to keep your cool as you kept pretending that you were not affected by what he was doing. "Stop that" he growled as his lips danced on the inside of your thighs again before settling on your clit.

He started to suck on it harshly and you were a mess, you started to wriggle under him and you couldn't hold back anymore; you started to moan his name as well as incoherent words. You felt him smirk against you and that's when you decided to give it one more shot; "Ahh shit... Feels almost as good as when I touch myself" you let out as you threw your head back on the armrest.

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