And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.
This can see as abusive in a sense but she gave consent. It's hard to explain.

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Elle allowed Michael to press himself against her and him to grind down against her. She was giving consent this time so she was fine with it. She truly was. She just wanted to forget about everything that had happened.

Michael moaned loudly when he felt Elle grab onto his e.rection. He would do anything for Elle to get on her knees and suck him off.

"Can you- can you blow me, babe?" Michael choked out, him moaning too loudly for Elle simply just palming him through his boxers.

"Yeah, sure."

Michael shifted on the couch so that Elle was now on the floor and sitting in between his legs. He shoved Elle's head down towards his throbbing dick but stopped once Elle smacked his hands away.

He knew how she liked to do it but he always tried to rush her.

Elle grabbed onto the waistband of Michael's jeans, that were already unbuttoned and unzipped from Elle palming him, and pulled them down so that they were around his ankles. They struggled a bit since Michael had to lift himself but not he was just in boxers and they weren't really struggling anymore.

Elle palmed him through the material, gripping him and seeing the bit of precome show up through the grey fabric of his boxers. She nuzzled her face against the protruding member in Michael's boxers. She ghosted her lips over the e.rection and she loved the way Michael shuddered at the feeling.

Elle pulled Michael's member out of his boxers and licked from the base to the tip. Michael moaned loudly, knowing he wouldn't last long enough to be able to penetrate Elle. He had been on edge all week and she had left him blue balled for what had happened the week before.

"Fuck," Michael gasped when Elle kitten licked his tip and took him into her mouth.

She bobbed her head up and down, allowing Michael to feel her completely around his member. Michael cursed at the feeling and his hands found their way into her hair. He tugged at her hair harshly and Elle tried to not use teeth. She hated when Michael tugged on her hair and he knew that.

Elle's hands moved to Michael's balls and applied pressure to it so that Michael would feel his upcoming o.rgasm twenty times stronger.

"Please let Daddy fuck your mouth," Michael moaned out, he loved Elle's mouth. He didn't love her but he loved her mouth.

Elle didn't get to protest, saying there was a dick in her mouth, before Michael roughly gripped her hair and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. Elle hated this. She didn't like having control during blow jobs. It had always been like that.

Elle gagged and choked on Michael's dick. He was being too rough. She rarely had her gag reflex act up but Michael was way too rough. He didn't care about what she felt. She didn't want this anymore but knew Michael wouldn't let go until he came. She also didn't like him coming in her mouth but he wasn't about to stop.

Michael loved the way Elle looked gagging and choking. She looked so helpless and her wide eyes were frantic. Michael found this so pleasuring and he couldn't help but moan and whimper loudly at the feeling of Elle around him.

Michael pressed Elle's cheeks in so that they'd hollow out and he felt amazing at the moment. He moaned out loudly and felt the familiar burning sensation build up in his stomach. He wanted to release so badly and he knew he would soon. Elle hated swallowing but Michael wanted her to do it more.

"You feel so good around Daddy," Michael said, his words coming out in moans and grunts.

Michael thrusted once more before his body goes stiff and his jaw goes slack. He is on Cloud 9 at the pleasure that is rushing through his body. He releases and Elle chokes on the salty taste, not liking this at all.

She pushes Michael's hands off of her and quickly spits out the salty substance onto whatever rag is next to her. She's pretty sure it's Michael's t-shirt but she doesn't care.

"That was amazing," Michael says at the same time Elle says, "That was awful."

"Why was it awful babe?" Michael asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.

He, Michael Gordon Clifford, was not bad at sex. He could not see how someone couldn't like it with him. Especially a girl like Elle whom he was the only boy she had been with.

"You know I don't like getting your fucking come in my mouth and I don't like being gagged. You also know I hate when you call yourself Daddy. I find that so gross. I get its a kink but it's not one of mine. Do not force it on to me. Do not force yourself on to me. You know that because of the multiple times I have told you but you always seem to ignore it," Elle argued. She didn't understand how Michael couldn't remember a few simple details about her sex preferences.

"I'm sorry."

Michael couldn't even try and hide the smirk on his face because Elle's shirt was pulled down and her bra was showing and her hair was a mess because of him. Elle hated it.

"Really? Because I don't feel like you are," Elle snapped.

She got up from where she had been positioned before storming off to the bathroom to try and get the disgusting taste out of her mouth. Elle was starting to hate being with Michael and it hurt her because she loved him so much.

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Two more chapters. I'm going to cry omg. I'll be posting the next two chapters to this tomorrow and then I'll start Roman Holiday like next Wednesday or so! I'm excited to finally write a Calum story because I've only written one but he's my angel and yeAh. I'll be posting again soon! Xx

~malumwritings