Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV
   "Sit." He speaks as he sets me on the counter. "Why am I here?" I ask. "Clean teeth." He mumbles brushing his teeth and I giggle. His grip on the counter was tight and his veins were strolling down his forearm. He soon finished and hands me my own toothbrush with toothpaste.

"Ugh why? I don't wanna." I mumble turning my head. "I'm too tired." I mumble at him with a frown. "Open." He says and I do. He was brushing my teeth.

He tilts my head up soon resting his hand up around my neck. I pull on my shirt and I could feel my body heat up. He lets me go and I quickly spit the mint out. I run the faucet to clean the sink. He squeezes my throat and I whimper. "Open." He hums again, his gaze was intense and those green beautiful eyes were staring down at me. Green eyes looking down at brown eyes as if we would both grow.

(I slowly do and he practically checks my deep throat game. Kidding)

I open my mouth again and his grip around my neck tightens and once i pull my tongue out he lets go. "Done?" I ask as he rinses the brush. He nods and rolls his shoulders back. His neck cracks.

He stares at me and I look away pulling at my shirt again. "Chaton." He whispers. I hum looking down still picking at nonexistent lint.

He grabs my hand helping me down but quickly keeps his hand on my lower back. I slowly sit on the counter and I see him go through his desk. "Have you kissed someone, love?" He asks and I think of lying or not. I also think about it but I can't. "N-no. I never had time.." I mumble. "Time?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. I nod quickly. "Sexual intimacy." He responds and I look at him.

  "à quel point es-tu innocent?"he chuckles to himself. "I-I don't.. I've never done it...b-before." I mumble. "Nothing at all?" He asks sliding his shirt off and my eyes widen. Wow!

He's so shexy. Like shexy shexy! Smexy! Smexy pine tree. Wait no.. bad Jennifer! You don't think these things towards friends...

  His tattoos were beautiful to me.

I blink and he was already sliding a new shirt on. "Lets trying something, yes?" He asks. "Like what?" I ask curious. He walks over and he hums. His fingers linger on my knees and he slowly separates my legs. I was wearing a pair of his shorts..bad choice?

  He practically invites himself in between my legs once they separate. His arm links around my waist and he presses me against him. My hands clamp against his chest, not to push away but I wasn't sure where to put them. I open my mouth to speak but quickly shut it. My eyes linger on his hands. More or less the tattoos on them.. not how smexy they are!

  He lifts my legs slowly wrapping them around him. "Marcel..." I whisper and he completely stops. I didn't realize how worked up I was getting and my face was completely flushed. I whimper not knowing this feeling. "Do you want me to stop?" He asks and I slowly shake my head, "words, mots chaton, j'ai besoin de mots." He says staring into my eyes.

  (Words kitten, I need words)

"Please n-no.." I whisper and he hums. His head dips into my shoulder. I quickly grab a fistful of his shirt as I whimper slowly squishing my shoulders together. His hand on my back raises to my curled hair. Marcels touch was so soft yet rough at the same time. He has such big hands... they can cover half of my back. "Sir.." I moan feeling his breathe on my neck. He wasn't even doing anything but holding me.

His hands were lingering on my back playing with the ends of my curls. Although he soon guided his fingers through my curls and tugs on them. I gasp as I my head slightly lifts up. He kisses my neck softly, only once, a soft peck, and then he pulls away. His arms go back down his side.

"I-" my mind was all flustered. "I don't understand Marcel..." I mumble looking down. "I'll teach you one day." He hums and I frown. "Did I do good?" I ask looking up at him. "Yes, of course." He gazes at me. "What uh.. w-what was th-that feeling ?" I ask confused. "Hm?" his gaze darkened."where was this feeling?" Marcels voice and gaze... his aura completely darkened. "I- my... n-nothing! It's okay." I ramble closing my legs. "Baby... are you saying your pussy was getting wet? Pulsing?" He towers over me. "I... maybe. I-I don't.." I mumble. "You were aroused Chaton." He speaks and my eyes widens. "I-oh." My mouth was dry.

He helps me get off the counter. "What you need princess is a daddy, hm?" He says. "Let daddy help you learn these things." His tatted thumb tilts my head making me look up at him. "O-okay, yeah.. cool." I speak.