Micheal

You were so cute.

So adorable, so sweet, so precious.

Micheal just wanted to keep you in his pocket.

"Micheal! Look at what I have!"

Your face, your body, your voice.

"My boyfriend got it for me."

Your habits, your quirks, your laugh.

"It's a promise ring, isn't it pretty?"

So cute, so cute, so cute.

And you looked even cuter now.

"Micheal…"

He then bent you over slipping your clothes off

Stuffed full of him, the only thing in your mind being him, the one you were begging for was him.

"Almost there sweets."

He murmured as he continued to slowly push into you, mumbling praises as you laid there so beautifully for him.

"Doing so…fuck, so good, you can take it sweet thing."

He looked at you with a shit eating grin as he watched you writhe under him.

"What's wrong baby? Too much for you?"

He talked as if the look on your face wasn't making his knees weak. He laughed lowly at your whining when he wasn't even fully in yet, although his breath hitched when he felt you clench around him.

"Fuck, baby…I guess I'll be taking this."

Mischief danced in his eyes as he took your hand, intertwining it with his. He slowly slid the promise ring off your finger, throwing it in some random direction.

"Promises were made to be broken, hmm?"