Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..8..

My body quakes as Professor Jackson claims me relentlessly with his mouth and fingers.

I'm breathless, and he knows this, but he continues his voyage to conquer me.

I squirm, breathing loudly, while trying to suppress my want and need to come.

"Michael, I'm gonna--" I gasp on ecstasy. "I'm gonna--"

I pull his soft hair as he strokes my walls using the come hither gesture.

"Come." He commands into my wet folds as he licks me slowly. I whine and gasp again, trying to hold back. "Come for me, Miss Toussaint." He whispers against my clit. "Come." I shudder as he stares up at me. His eyes more demanding and feral now. "Come." He winks, stroking my inner walls. "Come for me, baby."

And with that I let go, exploding from within, without another thought.

All pleasure given via him.

"Ahhh!" I scream out as my body arches off the bed. "Michael!"

Professor Jackson smiles into my clit as my body calms a bit.

He rubs my thighs then kisses my sensitive bud before gently fingering me again.

"Ohmygosh!" I grunt, biting the inside of my arm, as he blows air on my sensitive bud.

That sends my nerve endings into pure havoc.

His touch is uncomfortable, but it's sooooo needed.

I open my eyes and look down at him again.

He's grinning from ear to ear.

"Your body is so responsive, Miss Toussaint." Professor Jackson smiles, licking his lips. He kisses my inner thigh as he continues rubbing me gently. "You're so wet. You came so hard, baby. Have you ever had it like that before?"

I moan, but manage to shake my head "no".

"Speak to me, Miss Toussaint." Professor Jackson smiles before kissing my inner thigh again. "Tell me how you feel. How do you feel?"

I swallow, moistening my mouth and lips, because honestly I don't know if I can speak.

I never knew an orgasm could feel like that.

Talk about learning something new everyday.

Lesson well received, Professor.

Teach me more?

"I-I-I feel great, Michael." I stutter and he chuckles, still rubbing me softly.

"You came hard, Miss Toussaint, and I can see you're tired," He says almost absently, staring down at my wetness. "but I'm determined to make you come harder. Turn over on your stomach for me, sweetheart."

His request takes me by surprise, but I, lazily, do as he asks.

Lord, I'm weaker than I thought.

I'm struggling just to move to lie on my stomach.

Knowing this, Professor Jackson helps me onto my stomach then out of my shirt and bra.

After flinging them both to the floor, he allows his large hands to caress my ass as he admires it.

I can tell he's admiring it from the satisfying hums coming from his throat.

His touch is so electric to my skin. I've never been touched this way in my life.

His touch tells me he wants me.

"So soft yet firm, Miss Toussaint." He murmurs, rubbing my behind, and I look at him over my left shoulder. "What do you do to keep your ass so fine, baby?"

"I work at a gym, Michael." I moan as his hands move up from my behind to my back. He starts massaging my shoulders and I close my eyes. "I can't work there and not workout."

"Hmm, so does this mean you have good stamina?" He groans, kissing my shoulder blade.

"I would like to think so, Michael." I moan as he kisses between my shoulder blades.

"Miss Toussaint," Professor Jackson groans into my neck then licks my earlobe. I shiver as his warm tongue continues licking some more. "I know you're quite tired from your first orgasm. So I'm going to take you from behind. I want to test this stamina. Is that alright? Do you mind if I hit it from behind, Miss Toussaint?"

I swear my breathing stops and I feel as if I've left my body.

Professor Jackson leans over me, waiting for my answer, and I feel his body heat.

That's what snaps me back.

The electricity between us.

"Miss Toussaint," He whispers into my left ear and I quiver. "are you going to answer me? You know how I get when you don't answer me." I swallow and nod as he continues, but not before nipping at the skin behind my ear. "Baby, there are a lot of positions I'd love to fuck you in, but tonight, seeing that it's storming, and you've already come extremely hard. I'm just gonna show you what it's like to be with me. We'll build our repertoire later. Is that alright?"

"Yes." My voice finally appears and it's a moan.

"Yes, what?" He asks, slapping my behind.

Fuck, why is that turning me on?!

"Yes, Michael." I moan as he kisses the back of my neck.

"Great, baby. Now get used to saying my name, because you'll be screaming it for the next hour or so."

I gasp as he spreads my cheeks and enters me, swiftly.

His length, and width, fills me with such familiarity as he starts hitting every wall without apology.

Professor Jackson groans as I moan into the sheets.

32, 33, 34--God, I can time every stroke!

This man has great rhythm! Time stops and all I can hear are our moans, groans, and grunts.

Is this heaven?

Am I in heaven?

I lose all touches with reality as Professor Jackson leans up beside my face and nuzzles my cheek.

A quiet rumble of thunder fills the night air as I bite my bottom lip and push back against Michael's pelvis to be a part of our sexy rhythm.

"You feel so good, Miss Toussaint. Like warmed silk." Professor Jackson groans against my shoulder as he speeds up his thrusts. "You were made especially for me, baby."

"Why?" I groan, gripping the sheets harder, as he nips at my jawline.

My body's winding again.

Oh, God.

Oh God!

I bury my face in the sheets, but Professor Jackson doesn't relent.

He just continues working, grinding, and winding my body into its next brink.

"You fit me like a glove, Miss Toussaint." He grunts, smacking my behind, as I start shaking beneath him. "A well made glove... might I add. Come for me, baby." He growls, smacking my ass again, and I'm almost there. "Come for me, and scream my name!"

"MICHAEL!" I scream, coming, as everything around me turns to haze. "MICHAEL! YESS!!!!"

Professor Jackson grunts, but, once again, doesn't relent.

He continues his feat of conquering the body he already conquered forty minutes ago.