I don't know what came over me; I guess his words had sent me over the edge, cause next thing I knew I had yanked him by his collar and dragged his mouth firmly onto mine.
There were no possible words I could have used to describe how it felt to finally have his lips on mine. Mr. Jackson had briefly been caught off guard, but a few moments into it he immediately took control of the kiss, causing me to practically melt into a puddle at the feel of his soft warm lips sensuously caressing mine.
I felt his hands slowly sliding up my frame, and I gasped as I suddenly felt his hands on my breasts, loving them manually. Taking advantage of my surprise he sneakily slipped his tongue in between my lips, invariably deepening our kiss.
"Nnn..ah Mr. Jackson..!" I moaned as the pads of his thumbs began to tease my nipples, which were straining against the thin cotton of my shirt.
"Mmm.." he groaned against my mouth as he continued to wreak havoc on my mind, body and soul. "You like that?" he asked huskily with his voice about an octave deeper, and I could feel him smirking darkly against my mouth.
"A-ah...yesss...Mr. Jackson..." I hissed as another shock of pleasure shot through
me, settling in the heat between my legs where it sizzled and throbbed.
He made a strangled sound before he tore his lips from my mouth, his eyes wild with passion.
"Baby...my name is Michael..." he rasped before his lips ravaged mine again. "Mr. Jackson...is...my father." he groaned in between kisses.
Without warning, he suddenly tucked his hands into where my thigh met my rear and deftly picked me up. My legs automatically wrapped around his narrow waist as he quickly crossed the length of the room, before arriving at his desk.
He muttered a couple of curses under his breath before he swept everything on the desk onto the floor with a loud crash, before he set me down on the now clear desk.
I looked up at him dazedly, and I was vaguely aware that my lips were swollen from his insistent kisses.
I had never felt more alive.
With hunger in his eyes, he bit his lip as he slid his hands down from my hips to my thighs, parting my legs slightly before settled himself in between them. Like a man possessed, his hands instantly found themselves on my breasts again.
"Damn girl..." he moaned."You make me wanna do things your mama warns you about..."
I swear I was gonna effing melt in his hands.
And then all of a sudden he was on me, all over me, and driving me up the wall with bliss. With a sudden burst of strength, he slid me across the desk towards him, my butt making a squeaking noise as it slid against the polished surface. Embarrassed, I giggled slightly, however, it soon gave way to a gasp as I suddenly felt his leg firmly pressed up against my throbbing heat.
"O-oh God..!" I cried out as he insistently pressed his leg against me, before his lips captured mine in a hungry kiss.
"He can't help you now..." he murmured wickedly against my lips.
I moaned helplessly; by this point my panties were completely soaked.
I was so far gone by this point, I barely even noticed when he took hold of one of my hands, placing it on his firm chest.
However, I did notice when all of a sudden he took my hand and placed it on him, which throbbed warmly beneath my palm.
"Mmm...baby...look what you've done to me..." he moaned as he looked into my glazed over eyes, his own eyes peering up at me through his lashes. "It's all your fault..."
I felt my womanhood suddenly tighten and release at his highly arousing words, and I helplessly began to roll my hips into his leg.
Michael groaned and he rested his head on my forehead. Underneath my palm I felt him twitch.
"Nn..girl..." he moaned before he spoke again, his voice deepened and rough. " So what are you gon do 'bout it?
"M-Michael..." I sighed as lips began to caress the feminine curve of my neck once more.
I didn't know how much more I could take of this...
"Girl..." he suddenly hissed, snapping me slightly out of my lust induced haze.
"G-get on your knees."
At that moment I swore my brain literally exploded. I probably sat there gaping at him for a good five minutes.
However it was his amused chuckled that snapped me out of it.
"Girl, it ain't gon fix itself...now git on your knees...!"
With that, I slowly began to slide off his desk and I fell quickly to my knees, as my legs were very unsteady. Placing my hands on either side his hips, I found myself face to face with the one thing that I had longed for since, well practically forever. I bit my lip as I eyed the very impressive looking bulge that strained against the confines of his pants. However, despite my obvious want for him, I could feel a wave of nervousness seize my form.
I looked up at Michael to see him staring at me, his eyes heavy with want and desire. I felt a pleasurable shiver shoot down my spine.
"Undress me." he growled and I felt my jaw slacken.
"Not yet, girl..." he chuckled before he reached down to grab my shaking hand, placing it on him once more. When my hand didn't make a move he smirked.
"You do know how to use a zipper right?" he teased. "You know...you take it...and you pull on it...and then you go up...and down..."
I'm pretty sure he wasn't just talking about a fucking zipper.
"I know how to use a fucking zipper, smartass." I muttered as I reached and began to undo the button on his pants.
"What was that darlin?"
"Oh...nothing...!" I chimed, before I scowled again.
Nervousness had suddenly taken hold of me; I had never been with a man like this before...and now my lack of experience was now manifesting into an anxious apprehension.
My hands were now shaking so bad, I couldn't even grab onto the goddamn zipper.
I think Michael sensed some of my apprehension, because I soon felt his hand slip under my chin, forcing me to look up into his swirling eyes.
"Irene...relax." he coached as he stroked the skin of my cheek with his thumb. "Don't worry...it doesn't bite...unless you want it to..."
And there went that fucking smirk again.
All of the smirking was starting to seriously piss me off...how dare he be so damn cocky?
Pun kinda intended.
So then I ended up surprising him( and myself) by suddenly ripping off his pants as fast as humanly possible and them reaching into his boxers, going straight for the gold.
"Ah--f-uck!" he gasped as I wrapped my hand around him.
As for me, I was literally stunned into silence.
He was so fucking big...and I feel his thick length pulse hotly in my grip. I shifted slightly on my knees in order to stave off the rush of warm wetness I felt gathering in between my legs.
I felt his large hand suddenly cover mine, and I was thankful as I had no idea what I was doing.
"Like this..." he instructed, his voice strained, as he began to move my hand slowly on his length.
I was a fast learner though, and soon his hand left mine and buried into my hair, as he began moaning and gasping brokenly at my ministrations, his hips pumping into my hand.
Listening to his grunts and gasps had me so helplessly aroused, I couldn't help but squeeze him tightly as I worked my way up from the base to the tip.
" Ohhh...baby....mmhm..." he moaned brokenly as his grip tightened in my hair, the slight pain strangely turning me on. "Just...like...th-hat..."
I felt a wicked smirk form on my face as well.
Who knew that a girl like me could inevitably bring a man like Michael to such a frenzied state?
I felt so fucking powerful.
And those faces he was making...I looked up every so often to see him standing there with a look of sheer bliss on his face; with his mouth dropped slightly opened and his eyes heavy lidded, rolling back into his head every so often with a sexy groan.
However, my little slice of Michael heaven was soon interrupted when he took hold of my shoulder, pulling me away from him slightly.
"Mmm gurl...ahh..." he groaned as I continued to stroke him. "I want...I w-want you to use your mouth."
My hand immediately stopped.
My fucking nerves crept on me again.
However, Michael wasn't as patient as he was before.
And when I looked up, he was giving me the biggest puppy eyes I had ever seen period...let alone on a grown ass man.
"Please baby...I need you so baaaad..."
Well...since he asked so nicely...
I found myself giving in, and I willed away any traces of nervousness.
And I slowly, but surely began to pull down his boxers...
Inch by inch...
By now the anticipation was killing us both...
I was almost there...just a little bit more and....
Michael Jr. got me right in the fucking eye.
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed as my hand shot up to my left eye that was now starting to water painfully.
"Oh...baby what happened...?!" Michael cooed as he suddenly knelt down and began to wipe away some of the tears that had escaped down my cheek. He looked down before his brow furrowed worriedly. "Oh geez...did I get you?"
Nooooo...I just like to scream for the heck of it and I have a problem with randomly watering eyes whenever it just so happens that I'm about to give someone a blowjob.
What do you think?!
Of course didn't say any of this out loud...hel-loooo? Moodkiller much?
No, instead I found myself nodding pitifully in response to Michael's question, wincing slightly.
Man, that thing sure did pack quite a wallop...
"Oh...um...well I guess it did bite you after all." he lightly chuckled attempting to lighten the mood.
I shot him a look that said "I is not amused". Michael cleared his throat in order to stifle his laughter.
"I'm sorry baby...that wasn't funny..." he sighed. "Could we just try this again?"
At my hesitation he continued.
"I promise he'll behave this time." he said with a wink.
I looked up at him, albeit with one good eye.
"You promise?" I asked, making sure. I kinda needed to have my other eye safe from ninja penis attacks.
Better to be safe than sorry ya'll.
Say no to drugs.
Michael's eyes softened, and I felt my heart leap.
God he was beautiful.
"Yes, I promise...now com'ere girl..."
I resettled myself in front of Michael, now eye to eye with Michael's throbbing length...much bigger than I initially thought.
No way I was gonna be able to fit my mouth on that thing.
But I was determined...and when there's a will there's a way.