Michael Jackson Imagines: Sweaty Seduction Suites

II. Come Together: My 'Sweet' Disease

**This one is for one of my home girls, whose real name I will not use. She will go by the name of "Candy". Thank me later girl!**

(EXPLICIT 🔥)

It was the middle of July, a hot summer's night and Candy was watching her man, Michael perform live that night. Come Together was the last song and the crowd was hype, thousands of fans screaming and singing, going wild, wanting Michael just as bad as she wanted him. Candy was sitting on the front row. As she watched him perform, she was so turned on by his aggressive stature, and his rapsy voice, she sweated from head to toe, biting her lips and swaying her hips, thinking about what she's gonna do to him afterwards. The way Michael moved his hips in those tight leather pants, the way the drops of sweat beads dripped down on his glistening chest, showing off his pecks behind his ripped white shirt, made Candy so horny, she started flicking her tongue out at him, getting his attention. When he noticed her, he bit his lips, grabbed his crotch, stood in front of her and started thrusting his bell tip in her direction. The girls in the crowd went nuts! Wet panties were thrown all over the stage and all Michael could do was blush, biting those sexy lips of his for the millioneth time. Whew what a night!

After the show, Candy got up and walked backstage to his dressing room where she knew he'll come to afterwards. As she was waiting for him, she walked over to his long burgundy love couch that was against the wall and laid down on there, inhaling his masculine scent that was embedded within the cushions. She rubbed all over it, eyes closed, moaning to herself, thinking about what she's gonna do to him. As she heard commotion down the hall, she heard a soft, sweet giggle, knowing who it was. It was getting closer to the door and as the door swung open, to Michael's surprise, he seen his girlfriend laying on the couch with her legs wide open, waiting for him. He smiled and gazed at her with those big, brown bedroom eyes. He stood there for some time because one of his guards asked him, "Everything ok, Mike?" He peeped in and seen Candy, thinking she was a groupie. "Ma'am you can't be in here." Michael told him, smiling "No, no. She's just fine. This is my woman, Candy. Wait for me outside. It'll be just a few minutes." The guard walked away and Michael closed the door slowly, locking it.

As Michael stood in that same one spot, he folded his arms, smiling and biting his lips, staring at her without saying a word. Candy sat up on the couch, got up, and slowly catwalked over to her man, one hand on her hip and the other touching her neck. Her attire was to die for -- she matched the same outfit Michael had worn tonight: tight, black leather pants, her silver belt buckle, her open toed black high heels with silver linings and a white shirt, except hers was a tank top, perfectly fitting around her perky breasts, which sat up high. She felt extremely confident for what she had planned for them to do. As she was close in front of him, making eye contact with him, Candy said in a seductive tone with her hands rubbing his glistening, sweaty chest, "I enjoyed your performance tonight. You know you looked so sexy out there, right?" Michael smiled, his big hands sliding down her hips and said, "I seen you. I couldn't resist your presence." Candy could feel his dick throbbing against her thighs, and his heartbeat getting faster as she rubbed his neck. Candy whispered in his ear, "Ssss, you know why I came in here right?" She moaned softly as she inhaled his Tom Ford scent, rubbing her lips on his collarbone. Michael closed his eyes and leaned his head back, biting his lips and groaning under his breath. As Candy continued to rub his chest, Michael's hands slowly took off her shirt, stroking her perky breasts. Candy was feeling so hot, she grabbed his hand and they walked over to the love seat. She pushed him down, taking off her heels, throwing them to the side. Michael sat with his legs wide open, hands rubbing his thighs, watching her in arousement.

Candy slowly stripped out of her clothes in front of him, swaying her body, her ass out and stroking herself. The only clothing left on her were her bra and panties, for she'll leave that for him to take off of her. Candy could see Michael's dick rise through the middle of his pants, biting his lips, his eyes observing her body up and down. Candy climbed on top of him and their lips met passionately. Michael's hands were delicately caressing her back, moving them down to her ass cheeks, squeezing them, spanking them, which made her groan deeply into his mouth. As their lips spread apart, Candy grabbed the back of Michael's neck, leaned her head back, closed her eyes and moaned, "Sssss, mmmm Michael." He was kissing and sucking on her neck, his dick throbbing against her wet panties. She started grinding his dick and whimpering. While kissing her neck, Michael slowly unhooked Candy's bra and tossed it to the side. Candy's hands were up, playing in her hair, straddling on top of her man's dick as he cupped both her breasts with his hands, stroking them, flicking her nipples and licking each one, swirling them with the tip of his tongue. Candy was so turned on, a shocking wave of arousement went through her entire body, moaning, panting heavily, "Mmmm, oh baby, yes! Right there! Uhh uhh uhh!"