Novel & Cerita Michael Jackson Fan Fiction

"When did you-?" "Philipp wrote me too", Michael took my hips. "I suspected it, but now I'm sure. These two are an item." "Jess does get happier when she mentions him", I put my phone away and tip toed. Wrapping my arms around him, I asked him to forget what he red. "Never", he grinned. "Is dicking down still an option?" I took the script and slammed it into his face out of embarrassment. "I was just joking", his barking laughter was too loud and I covered his mouth with my hand.

"I hope that you don't mind?" Michael wanted to be mad at her as he'd always been a one-woman guy. But seeing Mika lounging on the bed behind Zoe drove his hormones into overdrive and he couldn't help but grin at them both. "I just hope that you're not the jealous type," he said as he wrapped her up into his powerful arms, his dark black skin a stark contrast to her ivory tone. He fell down into the massive bed with her, landing on top of her with her legs wrapped around his midsection.

"Samantha, this is a dream. I can hear your thoughts. When you wake up, make sure to tell Jack, Michael says hello." Who is this Michael guy?

Once the door shut, Michael instantly shot me eye daggers, warning in a hushed tone, "Taylor, are you asking for death once more? Didn't I just warn you not to spoil my fun?!" I pretended to not understand. I looked at him in confusion and asked, "Michael, what are you talking about? How could I ruin things for you? I truly hope that you'll end up with Jade!" "You can cut the crap!" Michael shoved me hard. My back hit against the wall of the corridor. "If you dare to pull any tricks again, I'll make your life worse than death!" I found it comical. Even in my new life, that love-struck idiot was still beyond saving.

Archie rolled his eyes and Melanie scoffs at him. “How ridiculous you can be?” Melanie glare hard at him. “Whatever! Let's hear your song, Michael Jackson in woman form.” Archie teased, earning a glare from Melanie. “I bet you only know him through history.” Melanie scoff. She lifts her right hand to his head brushing his brown hair backwards. “Know who? Who's that?” He asks, not getting her point. Melanie grinned “I’m talking about Michael Jackson, you kid!” she says. Archie slaps her hand off his hair in annoyance.

I moaned softly, picking up the pace as I imagined Father Michael untying his robe, revealing a muscular chest and a thick, hard dick. He would walk over to me, push my hand out of the way, and take over jerking me off. His large hand would feel amazing on my cock, stroking me expertly. He would lean down to kiss me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth as he jacked me off. I would moan into the kiss, my hips bucking up into his fist. My own hand moved faster, mimicking Father Michael's imaginary touch. In my fantasy, he would suddenly stop jerking me off, making me whimper in frustration. He would instead grab my wrist, pulling my hand behind my back as he pushed me down onto the desk.

"Hello Diana, Hello Micheal & Little Sonine Am finally doing this with full consideration on how it will affect my career. Funny my career had no future. When I and Micheal was a kid, we supported each other, agreed on one thing, fight like brothers. Back then everything was normal, on till my sickness of madness displayed I tried killing my only family, but Micheal saved them and me too, when my dad determined to send me to an as-----. Micheal was there for me. Then we met Scott, Jonson, Jayden and Joseph, we all became friends, then joseph suggested we play games, In which we sleep with a girl and win money worth millions. Micheal was always luck with girls and i was jealous of it. Maybe t

And I think party's the best thing. I took a U turn and went back to the villa. After reaching there, I went to Jordan's room and found him doing pushup. I told him about the idea expecting he would agree. "I like it! But I think Michael is going to love it." Jordan laughed. I smiled and nodded with satisfaction. After that I went straight to Michael's room and as usual found him sleeping and having a sex dream. I pushed him but he didn't even care to let out a single word and kept sleeping like a sloth.

“Cousin…shouldn't you at least pretend to be shy?“ Michael asks playfully as his grinds his thick cock against my clothed pussy teasingly. “I don't have time for that…please Michael…fuck me” I say dirtily and he thrust his hips forward as if he is really fucking my pussy, “dirty girl…this is forbidden, your mom's downstairs” he says while moving his hips in circle. “I don't care…fuck me please…I'll be quiet” I whimper, my pussy juice seeping past my bikini bottom and staining his pants, “I don't have condoms” Michael murmurs and look over my shoulder into his eyes.

Sienna blinked, surprised by his refusal. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked. He smiled at her warmly. “No, ma’am. I’m just really grateful to have met you. You’re the first person who’s believed in my dreams, even when everyone else thinks I can't make it,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. Sienna smiled back and reached for her bag. She pulled out one of Emilio’s baby pictures and a pen, handing them to Michael. "Your autograph. I should be the first to get it, so when you become famous, I can proudly say I was your very first fan," Sienna said with a smile. Michael's face lit up with a wide grin as he eagerly signed the picture.