Michael didn't know how to react when Dove pushed him back onto the bed and took her time kissing him. Sharing the taste of her arousal on their lips was driving him mad with lust. He tangled his fingers into her hair as their tongues danced together until Dove pulled away to kiss a trail from his cheek, to his chin, then his neck and down his chest. Every muscle in Michael's body tensed as she made her way lower and lower until Dove was face to face with his thick member. It was his turn to feel shy.

"Can I taste you now?" She asks innocently.

"I'll allow you to do anything you wish to do. But you don't have to do that." Michael says shyly.

"I really want to do the thing I've been fantasizing about for months." She takes his hard cock into her hand and licks her lips.

"Is that right?" Michael asks breathlessly.

"Mmhmm..." She says, pressing the tip of it against her wet lips and kissing it gently.

Dove takes him into her mouth slowly and Michael grunts when she runs her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock. She seems to love the control she has over his pleasure because she does it again, her gaze locked onto his face as he bucks his hips forward involuntarily. She doesn't tease him for long, taking on the challenge of fitting him into her mouth. Her head bobs up and down as Michael's hand finds its way back into her hair. His jaw falls slack as she continues her delicious exploration. Up and down her head goes as she looks up at the King of Pop. He wants nothing more than to drive his hips up against her motions, but he maintains his self control. He's at the brink of release when he stops her and she releases his cock from her pretty mouth with a satisfying pop.

"Wait, I'm going to-"

"I want you to."

"But-

"Trust me, I want it. Please give it to me." Her words are his undoing. He reaches down and guides his cock back into her mouth.

With a few more bobs of her head, she has Michael grunting and holding her hair out of her face as he looks down at her. She locks eyes with him and strokes him into her mouth, going deep enough to elicit a gag and Michael loses himself. He finds release, instinctively pulling out of her mouth, but she assures him to keep it in as he spurts. She cups her tongue for him, catching every drop before closing her lips around him and then swallowing. Michael's eyes are hooded with lust, he has never felt so satisfied and proud of his girl.

"My God, you're mine." He whispers, pulling her up to lay beside him.

~

Michael stirs in his sleep, hazily approaching consciousness. His eyes widen at the sight of Dove's naked backside poking out from the covers as she lays forward hugging a pillow in front of herself. He's instantly aroused despite their intense foreplay just before their nap. Michael reaches out to run his fingers along the skin of her back, causing her to moan and stir. He sees goosebumps spread over her beautiful skin and he leans forward to kiss her shoulder.

Dove hums in appreciation, leaning back into his kisses. Michael wraps his arms around her and kisses her neck, burying his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" He mumbles, nibbling on her earlobe.

"I could say the same about you, Michael." She purrs.

"You haven't seen anything yet." He smirks, his hands trail over her hip and around to find her soft mound. Dove's breathing hitches as he dips a finger into her slit, testing the waters.

    Michael expertly spreads her open with his fingers and begins toying with her clit, causing her legs to tense. He is amused by the rapid rise and fall of her chest caused by her shortened breath. He loves teasing her, playing with her body knowing just how much she had teased him over the phone. He uses a bit more pressure against her, rubbing in circles. She whimpers and opens her legs wider for him. Michael shifts her body forward to leverage himself into a position to press his cock against her wet warmth. She gasps at the feeling of his blunt head against her entrance. Michael feels her tremble and push back against him, begging him to fill her up. He chuckles and rubs the tip of it over her slick folds, then against her clit.

"Please..." She whines.

"Please what?" Michael smirks.

"You know what."

"Use your words and you can have anything you want." He mumbles.

"Please fuck me." She whimpers, reaching up to rub her sensitive breasts in anticipation.

"Good fucking girl." He grunts and stops teasing her clit with the head of his cock.

    Michael aligns himself with her entrance and slips in slowly, carefully and they both gasp at the sensation. Michael's eyebrows furrow as he sinks into her tight warmth. Dove trembles, her legs starting to close as she takes in his impressive length.

"No you don't..." Michael's large hand spreads her knee apart as he continues to sink into her.

He holds her leg as he continues his delicious torture, stretching her to accommodate him perfectly. He found her to be much less sassy when she was being stretched out for him, Michael noted.

"You're mine, aren't you?" He mumbled against her ear from behind, reaching around to squeeze her breasts.

"Fuck, yes, yes yes." Dove panted with each thrust.

"Tell me." Michael grunted, toying with her nipple.

"I'm- ahh- yours." She whined, tightly squeezing the pillow in front of her.

"That's a good girl. All... Mine..." He pounded into her relentlessly, her tight walls resisted each time he withdrew his cock from her.

"Yours, yours, yours..." Was all Dove could manage to say.

"You're so wet for me, baby, fuck. Do you love daddy's cock?" Michael panted.

"Yes daddy yes yes yes."

He pushed her onto her stomach and pulled her ass up, helping her arch her back for him. He withdrew his cock and then sank back into her soaking wet cunt. He did this several more times, enjoying how she sang for him each time.

"Where do you want it?" He asked her huskily.

"On my stomach." She said.

He flipped her over gently, taking her ankles and placing them on his shoulders. Her body was incredibly perfect to him. He took a moment to appreciate his perfect view of her. So vulnerable and intimate, he wanted the moment to last forever. Michael sank his cock into her once again, leaning down and catching her mouth with his. They kissed passionately, his thrusts were deep and slow. Dove couldn't help but moan through their kisses, reaching down to rub her clit as he filled her completely.

Michael was on the brink of his release when her fluttering walls sent him over the edge. He felt his cock throb and spurt at the moment Dove's orgasm came crashing down all over his cock. He clumsily pulled out, trying to aim at her stomach, but the rest of it landed on her bare mound. Dove's orgasm pulsed through her as he painted her pretty body with his release.

Michael panted, plopping back onto his side of the bed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him as they lay there breathing in silence.

"I can't believe you're so fucking good at that." Dove whispers, resting her head against Michael's chest.

"Believe it. I'm sorry if I led you to believe I would be anything less than amazing at that." Michael teased.

"Well, considering your athletic and performative abilities, I shouldn't have put it past you. My God..." She mumbled, tracing her fingers over his chest.

They fell into comfortable silence until Dove's stomach rumbled. Michael instantly shot up from bed and led her to the kitchen where they warmed up some prepared food left by Michael's private chef.