I Like To Move It By Madagascar Novels & Stories

Playlist ~ Calema Mozambique - Te Amo Micaela's POV "Yes baby, the other one was ruined so we're going for another. Remember, we were meant to go to two countries, the second one is Austria, that's where we're going tomorrow. I promise you this time around it's going to be perfect" Ferd announced with a broad smile. A giggle escapes my mouth and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'll really love that, thank you. I love you, Ferd" I replied and kissed his lips.

The code was from the song 'Make a Move' by Incubus. Make a move? Make a move? What in the world was she talking about?! Deciding it would cause me a headache, I took my mind off the code and chose to complete the original plan. Making certain that my friends were already fast asleep, I pushed the blanket off me and started to move in silence out of the room. In my relief, I reached Khloe's bedroom door. I could tell it was her door because it was labeled Khloe with a red 'stop sign' hanging on it. I knocked twice before hearing her footstep behind the door.

The newfound confidence had me dancing in front of him in a slow and sexy motion. I rocked my hips in time with the rhythm of the song. It was a Jamaican song I couldn't remember the title but the song was hot. I watched Nathan watch me as I slowly ran my arms all over my body. I rolled my waist in time with my hips to appear even more alluring to him.

I feel so comfortable but suddenly feeling so hot. I just see myself walking toward him, my body acts on its own, he smile at me at put his hand on my waist. “That’s it, how obedient my omega is.” He whisper and lifted me to sit on the table. “This is one of the secret, I can make you obey me while the second is…I can only sleep with the one who marked me or I will be sick alone and die without affecting you at all.” He licks my ear down to my neck.

"Are you taking the pickup? Don't speed. You know how unpredictable the roads up north can be." "Relax." "Please be careful, Maël." "You too, okay? I love you." That "I love you" nearly killed me. In fact, the cashier had to call me twice before I snapped out of it. Once on the road, I blasted "I Might Be Wrong" by Radiohead. I also had songs by Michael Malarkey and the brilliant Portuguese artist Diogo Piçarra on repeat. But Maël's influence won out, and soon I was listening to those legendary electronic bands again.

The song is way too familiar to me and I don't even struggle before I remember it. Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport Shawty bad, pop her like a cork You a dork, never been a sport Pull up (woo woo), jumpin out the court. "Migos" I squeal, loving this ride even more. The song keeps playing as I move my body a little to the beat. I'll forever love rap songs. He looks over at me and smiles. He increases his speed and I feel like am flying. "Wooooo" I raise my hands in the air like the crazy person I feel I am.

After his performance, he became the devoted lover, and I became the heartless woman. The absurdity of it left me speechless. A flicker of triumph flashed in Charlie's eyes. He approached me, speaking in the tone one used to indulge a pet, “You don’t have to make such a scene just to force me to surrender… “You know I love you and will always yield to you. Here— just apologize, and I’ll let bygones be bygones.” He lowered his head to look down at me, his face full of smug confidence, waiting for me to beg for his forgiveness.

Suddenly, pink bitch started dancing all over the table, bumping and grinding and vibrating. She pressed some buttons on her phone and the vibration pattern changed each time. The vibrator on the table sound changed with each press. I'm pretty sure there is one setting that made this sex toy do fucking somersaults. “Bitch this thing even moves to music” she said. “There is nothing like my favorite song making me cum”. She was fucking animated hot. “My own music fucks me hard”. Her wet smile sent shivers down my spine. I legit had fucking goose bumps. “What the fuck are you talking about cra cra bitch?”

And in that moment… I moved.

"I'm following your system. It's a good system." The admission sat between them, small and specific, and Ava felt something warm move through her chest that she immediately distrusted, because warmth toward Mason Reed was not a category of feeling she had budgeted for, and she pushed it aside and reached for the next crate before either of them could acknowledge it further.