India Westbrooks is a 22 year old single mother who has a job as a stripper to provide for herself and her 4 year old daughter, Ava. What happens when India meets Michael Jackson one night for a lap dance and they become very close?
My eyes slowly blinks open, taking in the sun that's shining brightly through the blinds. I turned my head to the side and my heart almost jumped out of my chest as I see Michael sleeping peacefully next to me.
I'm not used to waking up next to a man.
I watch as he sleeps next to me, my eyes slowly scan his face to his neck and down to his beautiful chest. My mind drift off to last night, which was filled with so much passionate sex. I sighed softly, not wanting my mind to go any further than that. I don't want to get too attached to him. I quietly get out of bed and grab my bra and panties from off the floor. Suddenly, I'm startled by a deep, tiredly voice, and soon as I turn around, Michael is proped up on his elbow, gazing at me with tiredness.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" I asked.
"What are you doing?" He asked, with his eyes scanning my entire body. I look down at the floor, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Getting ready to go." I replied softly. He gives me a look then shakes his head.
"Come here, beautiful." He whispers. I slowly walk up to the bed and sit beside him. He sits up and softly stroke my cheek.
"I don't want you to go, India..." He replied softly. I look at him to find him staring down at my lips. He slowly lift his eyes to mine. "...Stay a while."
I nod my head without saying anything. He pulls me close to him as we cuddle together in bed. I don't even remember the last time I felt this comfortable and safe around someone. I even slept great, but it just feel so weird. I'm getting this feeling in my stomach, which is freaking me out but I don't mind cuddling with Michael. But after all, I do owe it to him. He helped me, even though I told him not too. Hell, he even hired me to be his maid, to work for him so I wouldn't have to work at the strip club anymore.
He is such a sweethheart.
After minutes of just cuddling in each other's arms, Michael climbs on top of me, his body hovering over me. He parted my legs with his knees, and I can feel his hardened erection pressed against me. His eyes gazed into mines as they darkened with lust. He slowly lowered his face to mine, capturing my lips with his, as he push his hips forward, finding my entrance. In one push, he gradually fills me up. I gasped against his mouth and rub my hands on his shoulders, down to his back. My breathing becomes heavy as my heart keeps racing. I broke the kiss and throw my head back as he rotates his hips, making me moan out loud.
"Ahhhh... Michael."
He then slipped one of my breast in his mouth, flickering his tongue on my nipple. I lift my hips up a bit, meeting his as he picks up the pace. He buries his face in my neck, his breath hitting my skin. He starts grunting and whimpering with every thrust, pounding inside of me.
He then makes the sexiest pout face ever, and grit his teeth while pounding inside of me.
"Oh god, you feel so good."
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