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Good Girls (Michael Clifford)

"I'm not seeing him," I assured Luke. "You told me to stop, so I broke it off after school today."

"You swear?" Luke asked, leaning in my doorway skeptically. "You swear Clifford will never be in this house again?"

"Never," I shook my head.

"Good, because he's a bad influence on you," He told me for the millionth time. "You don't need to hang around drop-outs. You're way too good for that."

"I know, you've been telling me for the past 2 months," I smiled, shooing him out of my room. "Now go, I've got homework to do."

"Alright, night sis." He shut the door behind him.

In the previous to months while I'd been listening to Luke drone on and on about how much he hated Michael, I'd done nothing but fall harder and harder for him. I listened to my brother about most things-- but not this.

I waited until I heard his bedroom door shut, then put my unfinished homework in my backpack and turned up some music. I peeled back Michael curtains, seeing Michael's devilish smile staring back at me. I pushed the window up and he crawled through, pushing me to the floor and hovering over top of me. "I thought he'd never go to bed."

He leaned down and kissed me, one hand flat on the ground supporting himself and the other underneath my head. He asked through kisses, "How was your day?"

"It was okay, better now," I replied, my hands finding the bottom of his shirt and tugging gently.

He whispered in my ear, "Well, let's make it great."

I pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor beside us, so he did the same to me. As he kissed me, he dragged his fingertips down my stomach, biting my bottom lip gently. He trailed his fingers back and forth over my waistline, making me tense beneath him. I let out a shaky breath, causing Michael to smirk.

Sliding his hand under my shorts, her stoked me through my panties. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as he slipped his hand under the thin material. I shuttered until him as he asked, obviously amused, "Already?"

Using his thumb to rub steady circles on my clit, he pushed one finger inside of me and curled it upward. I let out a quiet moan as he nipped at my neck. "You get so wet," He told me.

"Only for you," I breathed out, silently giving him permission to add another finger. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up against him. I could feel him getting harder, so I forcefully pressed my lips to his and let my tongue find his. I reached one hand down and palmed him over his jeans, feeling him stiffen further as he moaned into my mouth.

"Stop," He told me, pulling his hand from my pants and grabbing my wrist. He growled, "Strip and get on the bed, now." I loved when he took control like this.

As I stood up and pulled my shorts and panties down, kicking them across the floor, Michael stood behind me in his boxers. He unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor, grabbing my boobs and kneading them as he kissed my neck. He let me go, whispering, "Lay down."

I laid flat on my back, unable to stay still as he crawled over top of me. He dropped his hips to grind against me, and I tightened my thighs around him, reaching down and gently snapping the waistband of his boxers. "Take them off."

"Who do you think is in charge here?" He asked, grinding against again me a little harder and sending a wave of please up my spine.

"Please take them off?" I asked, biting my lip.

He chuckled, getting up and kneeling between my knees so my thighs were spread open. Cold air was hitting the wetness pooled between my legs and I was wiggling for him once again. He dropped his boxers, leaning forward and supporting himself on both sides of me, sliding into me at the same time.

I let out a cry, thankful for the music and hoping it was loud enough that nobody could hear me. Michael thrust in and out, dropping to his elbows for support now and covering my mouth with one hand. I squeezed my eyes shut as he slammed into me. He kept his pace, leaning down and resting his forehead against mine. "Look at me," He commanded, setting me over the edge. A wave washed though me and I moaned into his palm, but he didn't stop.

"We're not done yet," he told me as I wrapped my legs around his waist, unable to slow him down.

He went for a few more seconds, before I felt him throb inside of me as I built up again. He pulled out of me, crawling to the edge of the bed and making on quick lick from my entrance to my clit, making me come again. I pulled the pillow over my face, practically screaming as he licked me clean.

"Now get over here, and make me cum," He huffed.

On my hands and knees, I took him in my mouth, letting him tangle his hands in his hair and push his hips forward. I gagged, setting him over the edge. He came in my mouth and I swallowed. He through his head back and let me go.

I laid back on the bed and Michael rested his body on top of mine, stroking my hair and breathing out, "Good girl."