No More Games

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Sasha's Point Of View

There's an old Caribbean proverb that says: "Tell me whom you love and I'll tell you who you are."
In my case, I am deeply in love with Michael J. Jackson. Does that make me a fool?
Because here I was, tangled up in bed sheets with the man that's cheated on me several times and swore I was completely done with.

What is it about him that's so addicting? Maybe it's just my hormones exaggerating the feelings I'm experiencing right now. Either way, I don't want it to end.

We started out with a steamy make out session that elevated the heat between us. He tasted so good and I couldn't get enough of him.

He disconnected his lips from mine and started planting kisses all over my neck and collar bone.
I brought my hands down to his belt buckle, trying to undo it while he continued to kiss me.

"No, baby," he grabbed my hand, "not yet. Let me take care of you first." I moaned from the soft kisses he was leaving on my sweet spots. "I need to concentrate and make sure I taste every inch of you. Can I do that?" He was now kissing all over my breasts.

His lips against my body was giving me this high that I haven't felt in the longest time.
Slowly, he made his way down my breasts to my stomach.

"Hey, baby Jackson," Michael kissed and caressed my little baby bump, causing me to smile uncontrollably, "I'm about to do some really nasty stuff to mommy and you might feel a little turbulence in there so I apologize in advance." He says to my stomach and I burst out in laughter. He chuckled as he continued. "Also I want you to know that daddy loves you very very much."

"Aww," I cooed, "that was so cute but. . . I don't think he or she needed to know what you're about to do to me." I chuckled.

He smiled and continued to kiss his way toward my womanhood. Once he got there, his eyes immediately shot up to mine and planted the softest kiss right above my clit through my panties. He was taking advantage of how sensitive I was and I was loving every second of it. My fingers somehow gets caught in his curls as he begins to kiss, suck and lightly bite my inner thighs.

"Fuuuuck. . ." I moaned. He was enjoying every bit of my writhing and moaning as he continued to tease me with his mouth. I was beginning to feel impatient. "Shit, Michael! Just. . ." I went to slide my panties off but he stopped me.

"Woah, baby. . . relax," he moved my hand and spread my legs further apart. "relax for me." He had the most sexiest look in his eyes.

Suddenly, he yanks my panties to the side, almost ripping them. With his index and middle finger, he slowly glides between my wet folds until he reaches my soaked entrance. I respond with an involuntary moan from the simple tease and before I knew it, his long fingers were slowly entering my wet cavity.

"Aawhh. . .shit!" I hissed. It felt so good feeling his fingers inside of me again.

He slid in and out of me almost at a slow pace, sensually massaging my g-spot. His eyes were dark and filled with lust as he brought his face closer to my sex, blowing on my sensitive bud.

I whimpered and tightened my grip of his hair. I know he was loving the way I was responding to his touch based off the look on his face. After a few seconds of teasing, he finally brings his mouth to my wet folds.

"Oh shiiit. . ." As a reflex, my hands automatically grip and pull on the bed sheets as he gets a strong hold of my thighs, keeping them spread as wide as possible. With his tongue, he starts off with slow and long strokes all up my labia before speeding up his licks. He was working his mouth on me like he was passionately making out with my pussy. It turned me on even more. "Fuuuck!" I moaned.