Anica couldn't keep track of the number of times she cried out Michael's name, reveling in the intense pleasure he brought her. Each touch made her feel desired and on the brink of losing herself in ecstasy. With his fingers exploring every inch of her, she couldn't help but writhe with pleasure. Michael's lips traced a path from her plum to her breasts, his moans of satisfaction mixing with her own sounds of delight. An enchantress indeed. "What are you doing—Michael!"
The way she said his name, a perfect blend of excitement and ecstasy, coupled with the look of pure bliss on her face, sent shivers down Michael's spine. He knew he could take her virginity at that moment, but he wanted her to be fully present and consenting, not lost in a haze of intoxication. With a whispered "Anica...", he marveled at her beauty and the intoxicating allure she possessed.
They were in their own world, completely lost in their passion and desire for each other. Michael's touch on her delicate skin sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that only he could quench. He knew exactly how to please her, how to make her feel on top of the world with just his hands.
"Yes! Yes! Like that!" Anica couldn't help but surrender to the pleasure that Michael provided her with. Every touch, every movement of his fingers brought her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She was completely at his mercy, overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. "Don't stop—Michael!"
"Yes, say, my name baby, say you want this," As Michael felt Anica's body respond to his touch, he couldn't help but revel in the power he had over her. It was a heady feeling, knowing that he was the one who could bring her to such heights of pleasure. The way she writhed and moaned under his touch only fueled his own desire for her.
And when Anica begged for more, for him to go faster, it was like music to his ears. He was more than willing to give her what she wanted, to push her to the brink and beyond. But he also knew when to hold back, when to tease her and make her wait for more.
Their passion was undeniable, a force that brought them together in a whirlwind of desire and need. As they continued to explore each other's bodies, Michael couldn't help but wonder how long he could resist the temptation to take her completely. But for now, he was content to savor the moments they shared, knowing that their connection was something truly special.
"Ah—so good—shit—ah—yeah! So good—ah! Yes!"
As Anica came down from her high, Michael wasted no time in continuing the pleasure. His own desire surged as he pumped her, feeling the heat of her wetness surrounding his finger. The way she responded to his touch, the way she moaned and writhed for him, only fueled his own pleasure.
Anica's breath quickened, her body on the brink of ecstasy as Michael worked his magic. Every touch sent her soaring, feeling as though she was in paradise. Her body arched as his skilled fingers explored her eager depths, eliciting a string of expletives from her lips.
"Let go, baby. Cum for me," Michael urged, intoxicated by the pleasure he was able to bring Anica. The symphony of their moans, the intensity of their connection, it was all so exhilarating.
As Anica hit her peak, her body tensed and her cries of pleasure filled the room. Michael couldn't help but marvel at her beauty at that moment, her legs trembling in the throes of ecstasy. "You're stunning," he breathed, before giving in to his own desires and joining her in bliss. Determined to experience his own satisfaction, Michael wasted no time in reciprocating the pleasure, pressing his hardness against her wetness and rubbing against her with abandon.
In that moment of pure connection and passion, Anica and Michael found themselves lost in the throes of desire, each giving and receiving pleasure in equal measures. It was a moment of pure bliss, of raw and unadulterated passion that brought them closer together than ever before. And as they moved together in perfect harmony, they knew that this was only the beginning of an unforgettable night.
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Never before had she felt the bone-deep weariness that now gripped her, rendering her legs nearly immobile. A groggy haze still clung to her as the shrill ringing of her alarm clock, sounding much too soon, reminded her that she had barely managed two hours of sleep. And all because of Michael.
Anica couldn't even begin to tally the number of times Michael had made her climax the night before. He had opened her eyes to a level of passion she thought only existed in the pages of romance novels. She found herself swept away in a wave of pleasure, too enthralled to even consider complaining.
As she tried to disentangle herself from his arms, Michael's drowsy voice halted her retreat. He lay there, still half-asleep, his eyes shut tight, unwilling to let her go.
"Where are you off to, baby?" he murmured, pulling her back into his embrace.
"School," she managed, her exhaustion palpable. "I need to shower—Michael!" Her protest was cut short as he enveloped her in his arms once more, unwilling to relinquish his hold.
"Just a few more minutes," he whispered, planting gentle kisses on her shoulders with his eyes still closed.
Damn. Michael Jackson sounded downright irresistible in the morning.
If Anica were given the choice, she would opt to remain in Michael's warm embrace instead of attending school, as no urgent tasks were demanding her attention. However, the presence of Michael's mother and sisters in the mansion posed a dilemma for her - they mustn't discover her existence. She was reluctant to confine herself to the master bedroom, so she decided to go and get some fresh air. Anica pondered how Michael and his security team would discreetly escort her out of the mansion without alerting his family, which made her feel like a hidden figure.
"Michael, I have to go," she murmured as he nestled against her, appearing hesitant to release her.
"Stay," he mumbled drowsily.
His voice sent shivers down her spine. Augh, that bedroom voice sounded so sexy! "Michael, your mother and sisters are here. It's best if they don't see me. Remember?"
His expression clouded with realization, prompting him to reluctantly release her. The weight of their situation had almost slipped his mind. "Sorry, my bad,"
He lazily embraced her again, giving her a quick kiss before letting her go. She mustered a weary smile before slowly getting out of bed. Her steps were heavy as she made her way to the bathroom, longing to remain in his arms for a little longer.
As Anica felt the water on her skin, memories of their passionate night flooded her mind. She came to realize that Michael was not just the King of Pop, but also a master of seduction. Despite the cold water, she found herself craving him so intensely that she began to touch herself, mimicking his touch. Lost in pleasure, she didn't notice him sneak up behind her, watching as she sensually lathered her body, driving him wild with desire.
Before she knew it, he was there, asking, "Need help?" Anica was startled by his sudden appearance, but before she could respond, he pulled her close and kissed her passionately.
Michael dropped his towel to the floor, revealing his erect member. Anica felt a surge of desire as she knew their passion would ignite once again.
"I'll be late for school," she gasped as Michael eagerly attended to her beautiful, alluring breasts. Her friend Caroline always said she had irresistible boobies, and Michael couldn't resist it either. Anica noticed he always lingered on her breasts during their encounters.
"Just a quickie," he muttered, consumed by his desire. Without hesitation, his fingers found their way between her legs, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he discovered her readiness. As he pleasured her with his fingers, Anica couldn't help but moan in delight. "You're so beautiful baby," he whispered as he kissed her, lost in the ecstasy of their connection.
"My-auh—class—oh—starts" She gulped "Starts at—yes—eight," she moaned between gasps of pleasure.
Michael simply nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "We'll make this quick," he promised as they both surrendered to the intensity of their lovemaking, resulting in shared cries of ecstasy.
They concluded their making-out session in approximately five minutes, just as Michael promised.
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Anica couldn't contain her laughter at the absurdity of their situation. With Michael's security team in tow, they skulked out of the mansion's backyard like sneaky teenagers avoiding being caught by his parents.
As she was about to get into the car, she couldn't help but notice Michael's concerned expression. She looked utterly exhausted, a result of their passionate make-out session that had lasted all night. "Are you sure you want to go to school, baby? I can find you a hotel to catch up on sleep," he offered a hint of guilt in his tone.
"It's your fault," she mumbled, rubbing her tired eyes, and yawning.
"I know," he admitted with a smirk, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Wait, did you forget to fix your hair?" he teased, admiring her messy locks.
"Oh," she realized her disheveled appearance and smiled shyly. "I'll fix it in the car."
He sighed. Why does she have to be so beautiful in whatever she does? "Are you sure you want to go?" he pressed, concern evident in his voice.
She nodded resolutely. "Yes." Maybe she will just sleep in the library.
Caught in the moment, Michael couldn't resist leaning in for a tender kiss on her lips. Time seemed to stand still as they momentarily forgot about the world around them until the sound of fake coughing from his security men brought them back to reality.
Anica and Michael shared a playful smile before she hopped into the car. "Please call me if you're feeling unwell so I can pick you up from school, okay?" he said, to which she nodded reassuringly before he closed the car door for her.
Before the car departed, Michael gave his security men a special instruction: "If she falls asleep on the way to school, take her to my private pad. She needs rest." He couldn't help but chuckles as he saw the knowing grin on their faces.
"Copy that, boss," they responded.
Sure enough, not long after, Michael received a call from his security team informing him that Anica had indeed drifted off to sleep and they were en route to his private pad.
A smile played on Michael's lips as thoughts of Anica filled his mind, oblivious to the curious glances from her sisters and mother.
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Janet, La Toya, and their mother all shared a puzzled expression as they observed Michael, who appeared visibly tired and was struggling to keep his eyes open during breakfast.
Katherine couldn't help but ask her son, "You went to bed early last night, right? Are you having trouble sleeping?"
Despite feeling exhausted, Michael tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. "I'm okay, mom. I just overdid it with exercise last night," he lied, coughing afterward. He wished he could tell his mother the truth, that he was tired from a passionate encounter with a woman, but he knew it would shock her.
"Next time, try not to push yourself too hard during exercise," Katherine advised, smiling before resuming their meal.
However, Janet and La Toya had a different perspective. They had noticed scratches and kiss marks on Michael's back earlier that morning and knew he hadn't gone out the night before. How did he obtain those, then? Who is the fortunate woman?
Then, out of nowhere, Janet had a thought. With tact, she leaned closer to La Toya and whispered. "I believe he was concealing something,"
La Toya mumbled and gave her a smile that told her she was thinking the same thing. They both smile wickedly as they consider the thought, "I think I knew what to do to check if we were right."
Michael realized his sisters were opting into something he thought he wouldn't enjoy when he noticed their secretive chuckling. "Hey, both of you," he said.
They both turned to face him. "Yes?" Indeed!
They questioned naively—augh, one of their talents.
He drank his orange juice and added, "I don't know why, but the way you smile makes me feel uncomfortable. Please don't tell me that you have something unpleasant planned."
"Oh, not really," La Toya grinned.
"Yeah, we are just—considering extending our sleepover for an additional night," Janet replied,
"Additional night?!" Oh, boy, this is not good.
Both of them nodded. "Ahuh," La Toya answered. "But in Michael's bedroom this time." Janet continued.
And Michael was like, WHAT?!