That night you returned to the hotel, and the celebration of Michael's concert ended. After taking a shower, you slowly entered the room, wearing a towel around your body as Michael was lying on the couch after putting the kids to bed. 

"What a day after having a big celebration after the concert." You sighed as you went through your suitcase to find your pajamas to change into them. "I'm exhausted." Michael glanced toward you to see that you were putting on your pajamas. 

"Same here. But I still have a little bit of energy left." He said, biting the bottom of his lip. 

"Hm? What do you plan to do?" You asked. 

You came out wearing a black t-shirt, black underwear, and no pants or shorts. Michael looks at your curvy figure up and down, and he can't help to picture grabbing your waist and bagging you til you pass out. 

"You look great like that." He complimented. 

"Thank you." You shyly lowered your head down. 

"May I ask you something?" He asked. 

You looked back at him as Michael got up from the couch to walk over to where you were. 

"Do you ever think about taking our relationship to the next level?" He asked. 

You blushed. Yes, you have thought about it, and Mila teased about you both having sex. You knew Michael was already experienced, but you weren't.

"I-sometimes...I just never thought about asking you up close and personal." You replied, looking away as he placed a hand under your chin. 

"Y/N, it's okay to take it to the next level. I won't force you." He said, resting his forehead against yours as you felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach. "Are you nervous? Have you done this before?" He asked. 

"N-no..." You mumbled. 

"Ah, you're a virgin. It's okay." He pressed his lips onto your knuckles to reassure you that you had nothing to worry about. 

"Um...." 

"I don't mind waiting unless your not--"

"I-I do want this! I want to make love but don't know what to do. I'm not experienced." You bit the bottom of your lip, looking down in embarrassment. Michael pats your shoulders to give you a peck on the forehead. 

"I'll be gentle. I promise." He whispered. 

You slowly nodded. 

"I need you." He begged to hold onto your waist and his head on your chest. His cock slid in and out at a rapid pace. It was clear that Michael was needy when you walked out of the main bedroom. He carried you back into the room and stripped you naked. His actions displayed nothing but need. He worshiped your body as if you were nothing but a God. He kissed your neck and down to your core, spreading your legs open.

 Licking his lips, he started by taking a few test licks and immediately fell in love. Your taste was more fascinating than any spell; the bittersweetness of it all made him increasingly addicted to it. And when he got comfortable enough, his attack on your cunt began.

The way you called out to him, clenched your thighs around him, and the course could feel your hole pulsating around nothing made him lightheaded. When his lips landed on your clit, your back arched violently off the bed. How is he so good at this? Your thoughts were cut in half when his tongue penetrated you, rubbing on your gummy walls. You forgot how to breathe when you felt it, your lower tummy clenching in pleasure. He began pulling and pushing his tongue in and out of you, stretching it more and more in hopes of touching more of your sweet spots. Your hips started twitching; Michael seemed devoted to making you cum solely on his tongue; the way he used his mouth seemed calculated because it was simply too good to be improvised.

You were starting to feel it: your high. "Michael, I'm gonna-" he smirked against your pussy. Pulling out his tongue briefly, he told you what he would usually tell you, "don't hold back." with one last suck on your clit, you climaxed, juices dripping out of your hole for him to taste, and he did, still lapping up your fluids and not wasting a single drop, riding out your high in the process. You were panting, thinking about how good it is for Michael to have oral sex. 

"We're not done here." He removed his pants as your eyes glanced down at his member feeling your cheeks turning bright red. 

You can do nothing but continuously choke on sobs; words stuck in your throat as you tell MICHAEL he's too big. Michael's eyebrows twitch into a slight frown as tears roll down his face. He stops immediately as his expression changes into one of concern, doing everything to ensure you're alright. Once he sees you've to calm down a little, he begins to push more of his dick into you, making sure to go slowly so that if you tell him to stop again, he will.

Michael is all about giving you nothing but praise while he bottoms you out. His lips are a bit crusty as he kisses all over your face, planting a few on your nose, cheeks, chin, forehead, and upper neck. His voice is wavering yet as soothing as ever. Seeing him struggling to keep praising you while he's lost in pleasure calms you more. Nonetheless, you clench tightly around his cock as he calls you his good girl.

"Ahh.. s-shit! Look at you—such a good girl for takin' me so.. well. My dick fis' perfectly, I told you so. You're so tight; wanna try relaxing a bit for me? Yea? There we go, just like that. So good." He kept praising you in a seductive talk in your ears, making you fluster more. 

"F-f-f-faster Michael! P-P-Please!" You moaned. 

Suddenly, he can think of nothing else. Nothing but how you'd look and feel with heavy tits and a heavier belly. It consumes him in a way nothing but his most essential dreams ever have, and he burns with how badly he wants to make it happen. If you thought he was trying to get you pregnant before, it pales in comparison to now as he forces you onto all fours. 

His hands press down on your back to move you into an arch that makes you whine and has every thrust pushing him in as deep as possible. Michael's driven and focused and terrifyingly silent, the room filled only with your broken moans, soaked pussy cumming over and over on his cock. The blood rushing in his ears. he barely slows down when he cums, and glances down long enough to catch sight of some white leaking out of you before he's off again. He can't let you waste even a single drop, or it will all have been for nothing.

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Y/N P.O.V.

After 3-4 hours, Michael approached me more than seven times to get me more excited and flustered. He was finally tired and tuckered himself out as I passed out next to him until the following dawn. I woke up to see that the room was a little dark, and looking over; I saw Michael was still asleep in bed with messy hair. I faintly smiled, but my face turned red, remembering the night's events. 

Quickly, I went to shower soon and changed into comfortable clothes since we only had to be somewhere once we returned home. 

I went to the kitchen and prepared an excellent breakfast for everyone as the kids woke up. Prince and Paris sat at the table eating their meals as I sat down to drink a glass of orange juice. 

"When is daddy going to wake up?" Paris asked. 

"He'll be up soon. He's tired." I replied. 

A few minutes later, the King of Sleepyhead appeared in the kitchen. He came up from behind me, kissing my cheek and the kids. 

"Good morning, my angels. How'd you sleep?" He asked in a deep tone. 

"I slept well!" Prince boasted. 

"Me too!" Paris replied. 

"Good, good...glad to hear it. How was your morning, baby?" He looked at me, asking how my morning was since I gave him a look in my eyes, making him giggle. 

"Aching from last night's experience with you, mister," I replied; he grabbed his dish and sat beside me. 

"I didn't go that hard last night, did I?" He smirked.

"Don't start it..." I said as he giggled as I playfully punched his shoulder and resumed eating my meal.