Pleasing

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Jennifer POV

  "You smiled!" I gasp admiring his face.

"You have a dimple in your left cheek! So cute! Tute!" I squeal as we walk. He shakes his head and pushes me forward. "Shut it." He says and I giggle in response as we walk to the door. "Grinch time?" I ask playing with his hand as he hums.

"Oui. I made Vin warm up some blankets." He says in my ear and I blush. So tute. "T-thank you." I whisper as we move apart. I stand awkwardly in the front of the house admiring the living room and stairs. A man comes in with vin and I smile at them. "Little boss!" He says and I wave.

"je ne fais pas ça aujourd'hui..." the man walks off.
(I'm not doing this today...)

The back of his neck was strained with tattoos. His hair was combed back. "I-is he okay?" I ask from his tone and he shrugs him off. "That's tavante." He hums bringing me to the room with Marcel.

"Bon travail. le strict minimum, oui?" Marcel teases. Vin rolls his eyes and shrugs his hand off. "enseigne ça à Tavante!" He yells back and he hums.

(Very good. the bare minimum, yes?)
(Teach that to tavante)

"Can I um get like some n-new pants?" I ask as we walk. "Your clothes smell good." I giggle and he hums sliding the closet open. He gives me some shorts that were almost sweats and a large sweatshirt.

I walk to the bathroom after saying thank you. I slide off my bra and change over. I tuck my bra in my shirt and fold everything setting it next to the door once done. "Comfy!" I squeal shuffling to the bed. "Okay so it's on Netflix and it's the new grinch movie!" I bite my lip smiling shifting in my position.

Marcel sighs laying his head back as he presses play. I snuggle into his chest squishing my own face.

"L-look this is the part!" I point repeatedly. He hums rubbing his knuckles on my back. "tellement mignon"he whispers.
(So fucking cute)

  10 minutes later he groans lowering his head into my chest and neck. "The movie Marcel..." I whisper playing with his hair and he stays silent and still. I'm sure he needs the sleep though.

   His lips gaze my neck as he pulls my waist towards him. That same feelings is starting to build and it's so weird. He suddenly pecks my neck a few times and I shiver. It turned to pecks to kisses to practically sucking on my neck.

  I grip his shoulders and whimper, "sir.." I whine shifting. He chuckles squeezing my waist. He pulls away sitting up.
"W-wait! That's not very f-fair... why'd you stop?" I whimper looking down.

"You're pure. A fresh little kitten. You don't know half the things you feel around me. Let me ask you Jennifer, have you ever been touched? Has a guy ever fucked you so hard you didn't want anything else? Did your body ever beg for touch from someone? Did your mouth ever ache to have fingers inside your pretty little mouth? Has your mind ever been filled with just dirty fantasies? Hm?" He asks gripping my chin.

I blink at him out of surprise. "I-" I start... "Yes or no?" He speaks. "N-no." I say with a dry mouth. My breathing was weird. I squirm in my sit fixing my posture...
"Let me show you how a real princesse should be treated, oui?

"I-" I was speechless and burning. Burning with hotness. I whine and look away feeling my face get red. He grips my chin and I look at him. "Is that a no?" He asks and I shake my head. "Good." He hums connecting those smexy lips with mine.

My hands go back to his broad shoulders as he grips my neck to tilt me up. His lips were so smooth and I could practically taste the smoke. But I can taste that mint. He again technically invites himself in between my legs. I don't want to him to know im getting wet...

He lands his other hand next to my face he lowers down deepening the kiss. I moan once I felt his knee gaze my clothed pussy. He pulls away and he wipes my wet and probably bruised mouth. "Un tel ange pour papa.." he mumbled smashing his lips back onto me.
(Such a good Angel for daddy)
I had little to no oxygen especially once he practically sucks the soul out of me. His hands weren't hesitate to explore my body. But I could tell he was going slow incase I told him to stop. His hand harshly grips my butt and I gasp lifting my waist by surprise. He chuckles and I can't help but pant. 1. Im out of breathe and 2. It's hot in here.

"Marcel.." I whimper shaking. "Overstimulated?" He teases and I gulp. "I-I think so." I whisper and he hums removing his hand from my butt. "I don't l-like feeling uh.. Um aroused. It- I-" I sigh. "It's annoying. I-I don't know how to make it um. Stop? I guess." I whisper lowering my head.

Marcel hums runs his knuckles against my cheek. "Relax." He whispers. I shake my head taking a breather. He tilts my head up and just stares at me. "Chaton." That accent. I squirm, "I-I don't like that! It makes it worse!" I whine turning away.

Butterflies occur in my stomach and they just flutter around while the heat builds.

"What don't you like?" He asks tilting my head towards him. "I mean i-I like it! I really do! B-but the way you uh say it." I explain pulling my shirt. "Chaton." He hums in my ear and my body holts. A pulse is felt in between my legs. "I need to use the bathroom!" I squeal standing up.

I take a step forward Marcel stands up as well to catch me. "No you don't." He says. I don't like lying. "Don't lie." I felt him squeeze my waist and I soften. "I-I'm sorry." I whimper tugging at my shirt. Too new.

Too new. Too fast. Too much!

"Don't cry." He warns setting me down. "I-I'm not! I promise!" My voice cracks at the end and my lip trembles. "Did I overwhelm you princess?" He asks and I shake my head quickly. "No! No. I-i my body overwhelmed it-it's self." I huff. My body bubbles with annoyance.

"I-I know I'm not experienced. I-I'm really trying! I promise! Ple- shh. No more." He cuts me off and runs his hand through my hair. I turn to face him and he his hands don't move. It's almost like he knows how it relaxes me. He probably does.

"Relax." He coos wrapping his arms around me.