Michael Jackson Short Stories/Imagines

Man-stealer (appleheadseriter) {part 2 // complete} (R)

Pulling her shirt over her head, Natalie sits straddling Michael. She leans down and places a long kiss on his mouth and he reaches around her, undoing her bra and letting her breasts bounce free in front of his face.

"Do me, baby." He moans huskily, taking one into his mouth and sucking her nipple softly.

She places her hands against his strong chest and pushes him flat on his back. "Lie back, baby." She whispers.

He lays still, his eyes following her every move as she rids herself of all of her clothes and slowly unbuttons his pants, pulling them off along with his boxers. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of his impressively large member.

"Don't worry, baby. We can go slow." Michael offers, taking her hand in his.

"No sir, I want this fast and rough." She grins and straddles him once again, his tip resting on the inside of her thigh.

"Give it to me, girl." Michael breathes.

Natalie slowly eases herself down onto his hard length, hissing as she feels him stretching her. Michael reaches his hands up and Natalie takes them, guiding herself in a slow rhythm as she begins to ride him. He emits a low growl as she starts to move quicker, her hips rolling against his. She throws her head back and lets go of his hands, placing them on his waist. His right hand reaches down, beginning yo rub her warm sex while his other grips onto her hip as they move in sync.

"Fuck, baby, right there." Natalie moans, her muscles tightening with pleasure.

"You like that?" he grins, holding her up a few inches in the air as he begins to slam into her, hitting the same spot repeatedly.

"Shit, yes." Natalie groans, closing her eyes tight.

"No, no, no you don't." Michael growls at her and slaps her behind.

Her eyes open quickly and Michael flips her so that she's underneath him and he slowly places her long legs over his muscular shoulders. He begins to thrust into her at a slow, torturous pace.

"Fuck-Ah!" Natalie screams as Michael starts to slam himself into her unexpectedly.

He grits his teeth and finds her sensitive nub once again, rubbing it quickly as he bends down, licking and biting on her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck.

"I'm so... Close, Michael." Natalie whimpers underneath him.

"Wait for me, baby." He grunts, quickening his pace and kissing her mouth lustfully.

Natalie wraps her legs around his waist tightly, holding him close to her. He begins to lose his rhythm as he thrusts wildly, his strokes becoming deeper and his breath becoming heavier.

"Come for me, baby." Michael groans, biting his bottom lip and throwing his head back.

Natalie arches her back, screaming out Michael's name over and over as he stills, his throbbing manhood emptying inside of her.

"Natalie!" Michael yells, stilling and collapsing on top of her.

Natalie buries her hands in Michael's thick black curls that are damp with sweat. "Fuck, I am not going to be able to walk tomorrow." She laughs.

"Oh you think that was something? Wait till next time, little girl! I won't go easy on you like I did tonight." Michael smirks, winking at her.

"We'll just have to see about that, Mr. Jackson." Natalie smirks back.