(Read the last chapter if you need to)

It was bright and beautiful outside. I woke up and headed carefully to the bathroom, trying not to wake Michael. I went to the bathroom and did my business. As soon as I got out, I took a nearby chair and brought it over by the bed. Michael was still sleeping; I jumped on top of him, started kissing him, and rubbing his dick. He instantly woke up. As he woke up, I got up off him and sat on the chair.

I was in a horny mood. He turned himself on the bed towards the chair. He smiled brightly and grabbed one of my legs.

"Babe, why'd you stop?" he says laughing.

"I want you to beg me, and a good morning would of been nice," I giggled.

"Well good morning babe," he giggled. "So, are you gonna suck me or...?

I jumped back on top of him and started making out with him. I slowly kissed down his body to where his penis is.

He dick was so big. I licked his tip and started jerking him off. Soon enough, there was cum all over my face. I turned my body on my back, and he gets lower and starts to suck me. He rips my pj's off. He starts thrusting inside of me. This was probably one of the best sex I've ever had with Michael. Maybe because he loves me so much. As soon as that was over, we took a shower together, that was even more fun.
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Later on that day...

We had gotten dressed, and I was just madly in love with Michael, every five minutes I would give him a kiss on his lips. But their was just this one thought in head that I couldn't keep out. My parents.

Michael was in the kitchen cooking dinner when all of sudden the doorbell rings.

"Babe! Do you mind getting the door!"
Michael yelled for the kitchen.

"Kay, be right there!" I yelled.

As soon as I opened the door, a whole entire mob of people with microphones, cameras, and tv news cars everywhere.

"Uh? Michael?! What's going on? Michael!" I yelled in fright.

"Babe, get inside, hurry now!" he examined.

I ran inside and wondered how exactly they would know Michael is here. I ran back the door Michael stood there with a frustrated look and answering questions about me and what's going on. That's when it hit me. MY MOTHER TOLD. How could she have done this. She's suppose to care for me and let me be happy, not ruin my life. But I wasn't all that sure it was her.

Michael cleared his front yard of his house as much as possible. We both snuck out through the back and drove off to my house. We waited in the car in secrecy for a while just to think. We got out the car holding hands nervously.

We walked up to the front door and knocked. My mother opened the door and surprisingly she let us in.

"Hello mother," I said in a low tone.

"Hi Ashley, why'd you bring him?" she said with an attitude.

"Mom, don't you understand the fact that I love him and he loves me, why won't you let me be happy?" I said with a tear.

"Ashley, baby, how could you possibly love someone who is constantly on tour and doing performances? He not gonna care for you," she said.

"Hello? I'm standing right here," Michael waved.

"It was you who told, wasn't it? That's the thing about love; even through thick and thin, love will always be here," I explained.

She stayed quite for a moment in guilt.

"Ashley, I don't want you seeing Michael any more. I want you to say good bye," she said.

"No, I'm 18! I can do what I what. And I'm gonna live with Michael now, and I'm gonna marry him weather you like it or not!" I said almost in tears.

Michael gets closer to me, hugs me and kisses my forehead.

"No! I won't allow it, You stay with Michael, you'll never hear from me again!" she yelled.

"Fine! It's my decision! C'mon Michael lets go," I cried.
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We drove off to Michaels home. We cuddled as I cried.

To be continued. . .