Pleasing

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Marcel POV

"Don't go past the kitchen doors and basement. There filled with disguised clothes." Tavante warns and I hum.

"Stay put for now before we find the next few moves."

I walk slowly to the kitchen finding me some scotch. I down it quickly. Such a disgusting unhelpful relief. "Hi there." I hear. A female. An irrelevant human being. "Hello?" They continue but I ignore them. Not tonight. Not ever.

My eyes flicker to them as they grab my jacket. They let go and I quickly look back ahead of me. Can I get a Que already, fuck. I down some more scotch hoping something comes. Something helps me. I quickly light a cigarette and see the girl walk away.

I wouldn't have a women be the only solution to my problems. I crush my glass cup in the sink as I look out accidentally. My jaw clenched and I rapidly shake the shards out. My hand vibrates with pain but I ignore it as I walk upstairs. "Vinny I need you to tale the music. Play a few of the songs I sent. See if you can get him in the house." I hear and I smirk. Vinny and some music.

  I wrap my hand with some bandage and stretch my hand out. My eyes wander to myself in the mirror. I was always big no matter what. I think that's why Finley was always jealous. He was the twig. But I never minded. We were opposites but together.

Fuck. Not him too.

I quickly open the door and there she was. I didn't even have to think or look twice. I grip her arm shoving her inside. Her squeal is heard as I close the door. Her signature perfume was spread through her body.

Jennifer. My beautiful Chaton.

I push her body against the door as I slam my lips against hers. She quickly tries to get me off, "Chaton." I growl gripping her waist. She stops. One word gets her to calm down and give in. My hands wander her lower waist and back.

  Quickly slipping my tongue inside her mouth forgetting everything. Forgetting this goddamn mission. Everything but her.

  She whimpers as I grip her ass a little too harshly. I could feel her body shake and push against me. Her tiny hands gripping my shirt. "mon petit chaton. une si jolie fille pour moi." I breathe out with a groan gripping her throat tilting her head back with her hair.

(My little kitten. Such a pretty girl for me.)

Her legs practically out, leaving her pressed to me. She chokes out a few moans and whimpers. "Sir..." Those pretty whines. I just needed one more minute. "Shh." I mumble biting her neck softly. My hands roam her waist and hips as I squeeze them.

   Her breathing heaves and her body loosens with each touch of mine. Practically giving me her all. Letting me have what I want. What I need.

All mine.

She bucks toward me whimpering gripping my shoulders. I can't imagine how she'd react to me fucking her. I'm kissing her neck and she's already stimulated. "N-no more! Please... flip!" She squeals as I must've hit her sweet spot. I smirk licking the dip in her neck. "Daddy daddy! I can-can't! Hmmm!" Her voice cracks with each word as she whispers them trying to stay quiet.

  I pull away finally seeing my flushed princess. No makeup on as usual. She had her usual clear mascara and lip gloss. That simple peach and cream ChapStick. And that beautiful sexy smell of cinnamon.

  "I... heh. H-hi." She breathes out and I smirk looking down at her. She tasted too good. She must've eaten ice cream not too long ago. Strawberry...

  I lean down kissing her forehead. "I-is everything okay?" She whispers and I hum. "J'ai besoin que tu sois en sécurité." I mumble knowing she doesn't understand.

(I need you safe)

Her lips pout and looks up at me. Those beautiful addicting brown eyes. "Such a pretty Chaton. I've missed you babygirl." I whisper gripping her neck. My eyes pin on her as I savor all of this. "Why'd you leave?" She asks looking at me. I close my eyes clenching my jaw. "I can't tell you. I have to leave again, Oui?" I mumble shaking my head.

Her eyes furrow up, "I-I don't un-J'ai besoin que tu sois en sécurité Chaton, oui!" I push hoping to not talk about it. Her eyes soften, "is this you being sleepy? I-I know you never sleep... I don't understand French!" Her voice cracks and there it was. She breaks.

  I can't have her crying with me.

Fuck!

"Chaton, no." I say stern. "Merde, Ne pleure pas!" I tilt her head up wiping her tears. I hate when she cried, I never liked my mother crying. Now I hated when Jennifer cried.

(Fuck, No tears)

"I need you safe. That's all." My voice lowers as I grip her face. "So are we saying goodbye again...?" She sighs and I shake my head vigorously. Never. I could never.

Or maybe it is.

"No." I say and she nods. "Why that look Jennifer? What's wrong?" I ask gripping her chin and she shakes her head. "Nothing." Her voice was mumbled but she kept eye contact. Her hands kept clenching my shirt.

"So why is my little girl at a party?" I ask keeping her pressed against the door. She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

Jennifer POV

I quickly try and figure out an explanation. "W-well a friend wanted me to come so... I was um being her wingman." I speak quickly. He smirks in response as he leans down inches away from me. I could smell a fresh scent of smoke come from him. His fingers place with the hem of my skirt. "Really?" He asks and I nod trying to keep my breathing together.

"I swear!" I whine hoping he doesn't move closer. My face was feeling hot, and my palms started to sweat as I keep a stronger grip on his shirt. I could feel his pecks against my knuckles. His thumb traces my bottom lip. "New ChapStick?" He asks and I slowly nod. I take it out and show him. "I got it un-uh yesterday. Maybe Monday... I don't remember but I like it!" I smile and he hums licking his lips.

"You should try some." I giggle putting some on. He eyes change as they kept darker. His dark green eyes flicker to my lips to my eyes. I look away quickly as he leans forward taking the ChapStick. "Mm, I don't think I need it." He says and I look at him confused. "A-what?" I ask flustered.

What is he doing to me?

His hand reaches my jaw as he lifts me up to look at him. "Marcel.." I whisper squeezing my legs together.

Marcel knew he has so much control over me. But at the same time he is extremely gentle with me. He makes it seem as if I'm glass!

I feel him peck my forehead then lips. "N-no... I wa-need more!" I bite my lip. He caressed my cheek humming. "Relax." He instructs and I frown looking up at him.

He kisses me but I quickly try and keep us together. Marcel has very addicting lips. Full lips. I never see him put ChapStick on but their so smooth. His hands placed carefully on my back and waist. Maybe he had a thing for waists and backs. He always squeezes my waist signaling me something.

"Baby." He groans but I don't budge. His hands squeeze my waist. I soon felt his bulge hit my thigh and I silently gasp causing him to quickly suck on my tongue sliding his inside my mouth.

Gosh what else does he know? I didn't even know this was humanly possible...

My hands grip his broad shoulders as I try and steady my self but at this point we were both greedy. Except he was having more self control...

"Tasty Chaton, oui?" He teases squeezing my butt. I press my head against his chest hiding from what has been done in this bathroom.