The Lady In My Life (Micheal Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

I was ready to come inside and eat breakfast.

Michael saw me coming and I smiled as we both shared a hug.

Then, we went to go eat our breakfast.

Once all of that was done, Michael had to go work in his office and he let me sit next to him while he worked.

When he was working, Michael was serious about everything.

During the rehearsals, his children watched him from backstage.

Michael wanted to do one last tour before officially retiring.

He wanted to spend more time with me, his family, and his wonderful children.

The rehearsals had been going on as planned and now we were on our way home.

Michael and I had decided to relax by sitting the back seats of the limo.

His bodyguards were nearby while sitting in the middle of the limo watching over his children.

The windows were shut tight to give us some privacy.

I was lying down on my back with my legs propped up in Michael's lap.

"You did such a good job today with your rehearsals".

I smiled, and Michael softly blushed.

"Mmhmm...and you're just so good with my children, that it makes me want to love you even more".

Michael tickled my bare foot and I giggled, causing me to squirm.

I crawled on over so that I sit down closer to the king of pop.

He wrapped an arm around me, kissing my cheek as he did so.

"We're gonna have so much together".

Michael whispered so that no one could hear him but me.

"Just me and you...

...eating chocolate covered strawberries".

He started pressing sweet little butterfly kisses on the side of my neck.

I moaned quietly as he bit his lip.

Michael gently nibbled the soft spot on my neck as I exposed my upper body.

He started playing with the shoulder strap on my dress, letting it slide down.

I blushed again and then smirked playfully.

Michael watched as I began to unbutton his shirt and he saw that I wasn't wearing a bra because the dress I was wearing had a built in material.

He grabbed one of my aching breasts and trailed more of his kisses along the loose skin.

"Mmmm...".

I moaned.

The singer enjoyed the pleasure of playing with my rose bud nipples, or "titties" as he called them.

He gently squeezed them in between his fingers, grinning seductively as I moaned.

I traced my finger around his nipples and he grunted.

Then, my eyes turned their attention to his stomach.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking"?

I asked, noticing the bulge in his crotch had grown in size.

"Ooooh...let's do it right now".

We also had to remember to be quiet or the children would hear us.

Michael watched as I slowly put my hands on his crotch, gently rubbing it.

"Mmm...f/n...".

He almost bucked his hips against mine.

I lifted up the skirt part that was underneath my dress about halfway so Michael could access my womanhood.

"Ooh...you're already wet for me".

Michael giggled softly as I removed the belt from his pants.

He let out a sexual pleasure as I pulled down his boxers, freeing his erection.

I grabbed ahold of his mikezilla, taking it into my hand and gently stroking it with my index finger.

"Mmmm...o-ohh my gawwwd".

Michael groaned as the cum started to leak out from the tip of his prostate.

I used my tongue to lick his shaft and then put his Mikezilla into my mouth.

The singer clenched his teeth as I bobbed my head back and forth.

After about ten minutes, Michael's climax was close.

He groaned and released his juices into my mouth.

I swallowed every last drop of his cum down my throat.

We both sat back down on our seats, trying to catch our breath after having a quick session.

"That...was...so...good".

I smiled, panted heavily.

"Mmmhmm...you're so good at it and I get horny every time".

Soon, we could see the Neverland gate approaching.

We were finally home.

"Mr. Jackson, we're almost to Neverland".

Bill spoke to us on the microphone all the way from the driver's seat.

"Okay, thank you".

Michael replied back with the microphone.

We fixed ourselves to look more presentable.

Once the limo stopped and was parked in front of Michael's home, I went to go wake up the children.

They were tired and we carried them inside from the limo.

"Time for bed, my children".

Michael told them to go and get ready for bed.