Page 33 of Die For Me

Michael’s eyes lit up, flickering up the stairs then back to me. “Just us two?” he asked eagerly.

I bit my lip and nodded. We hadn’t had real “alone time” since Jack had come to the house. We hadn’t had any semblance of normal at all since we had been reunited. He had gone fucking haywire on me and now he seemed like the usual, perfect Michael, if not a little reserved. I wanted us to haveour connection back—I also wanted to talk about what had happened, but I wasn’t ready yet. I just wanted to show him how much I loved him in the only way I really knew how: physical touch.

Michael closed the book on his lap and put his arm atop the couch behind me.

“And how do you think you could show your appreciation?” His voice was deep and seductive.

I licked my lips before I slid down onto my knees on the floor and turned to face him. “May I please, sir, suck your cock?”

Fire blazed in his eyes, an eager smile flickering across his lips. The erection under his jeans was already evident and ready to spring free.

“My lovely Hana.” He put a strand of hair behind my ear. “I should be pleasingyou.”

My mouth flew open, shocked. “I’m open to that, sir.” I smiled as I bit my lip.

Michael leaned down and put his hand behind my head and pressed his lips against mine. He was gentle and passionate, but I grew feral with need. I broke our kiss to stand and straddle him, taking off my shirt in one quick motion. I fervently pressed my lips against his, putting my hands to his face and grinding my hips over his erection.

“I need you, sir. I need you inside me,” I moaned, grabbing his hair with my hands and kissing his neck.

Michael suddenly lifted me up and set me down on the couch, quickly taking off my underwear and throwing them to the ground. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the couch, lifting my legs over his shoulders. I watched as he put his face to my pussy then gasped when he shoved his tongue inside of me, lapping my wetness like he was starving for me. I moaned as I grabbed his hair with my hands, the feeling of histongue inside me and the roughness of his facial hair against my clit overwhelming me with ecstasy.

“I’m gonna come, sir. Please let me come,” I moaned loudly, lifting my hips up and down in an attempt to chase my orgasm.

He moaned into my pussy, swirling his tongue on my clit before looking up at me with a smile. “Now, Hana,” he said quickly then put his face back to my wetness.

I came onto his mouth, dazed in my pleasure as he continued, pulling me even closer to him.

“Fuck, Michael. Sir—” I came again, the intensity of his mouth and tongue overwhelming me.

He quickly pulled away from me and grabbed my hands as he laid his back on the floor and tugged me on top of him, my pussy perfectly lined up to his face.

“Fuck my face, Hana. Smother me. I want you to keep coming until you can’t stand it anymore,” he said before pulling down my hips so I could ride his face.

It was something I had never done with Michael; he was usually the one with the power, dominating me with his body, ordering me around and tying me up. I felt self-conscious all of a sudden, hesitating as I looked down. His eyes were eager with desire, and I realized he was still in control. And he wanted me. All I had to do was move my hips and he could do the rest.

I let my hands fall down to the floor above Michael’s head and began to grind on his face, his tongue swirling around and his hands holding down my thighs. The pleasure was overpowering; I instantly came, unable to stop my hips from moving, one orgasm turning into two then three. I could only recover for a few seconds before I felt the pressure of another orgasm building, and I lost count after five. Michael chuckled underneath me as I ran out of breath, my eyes shut tight as my thighs trembled.

“I…can’t…anymore,” I breathed out as I sat up and onto Michael’s chest.

He smiled triumphantly. “I think eight is a record.”

“Eight?!” I exclaimed. “Fuck.”

“Let’s keep it going,” Jack said from afar.

I turned around and he was smiling at the end of the stairs, his arms crossed and an erection clear underneath his jeans.

I instinctively looked down at Michael for approval.Hana, you don’t need his approval anymore.

“I want one of you inside me and the other in my mouth.” I looked between the two of them, my heart pounding.

I was learning to make my own decisions after months of having almost no say whatsoever and it was terrifying.

I stood and waited for some type of negative reaction from Michael, but it never came. I sat on the couch as I watched them eagerly undress, taking their cocks in their hands and stroking themselves as they slowly walked toward me.

“I’m fucking that sweet pussy of yours that I can taste all over my mouth,” Michael asserted, quickly pulling me up and turning me around so I could bend over.

Jack stood beside me and hungrily put his hand to my mouth, parting my lips with his thumb. “I’m fucking your mouth first. Then I need your pussy clenching around my cock.”

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