Pleasing

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   Marcel POV

   I tighten the grip around the base of my cock. My body tensed up as I feel that overwhelming feeling erupt inside me. I clench my jaw letting out a limited amount of groans.

Fuck.

My mind was only racing with thoughts of Jennifer. My sweet little Chaton.

  My arm was aching as I couldn't even fucking cum. I was craving her.
I quicken my pace trying to get some fucking release from my own hand. "Fuck.."

The two metal balls on the side of my tip slowly gets covered with my cum. I sigh squeezing the base a few times before dropping my hand. Right after my phone rings. I rinse my body and face off.

I really just came to the thought of a girl I'm about to see. My phone rings again and I groan grabbing my phone after wrapping a towel around my waist.

Tavanate

I answer it.

"Finley got out and now headed to fucking Micheals. He's planning on getting Micheal to find the necklace." He says and  I quickly grab some clothes. "Shit." I mumble. "We'll go to micheals before he can. Get everyone.- we can't! Micheals shit faced brother Zane is there." he interrupts and I clench my jaw.
  "I'll see you in a few." I mumble tugging on my belt. I slide my gun into my side. I end the call and sigh finding Jennifer's number. I press it and grab my keys quickly running out to my car. "Hello?" She speaks and I start the car. "petite fille, I can't make it tonight. I have some important business." I speak hating the fact that I have to cancel.

(Babygirl)

  "O-oh okay!" she whispers and I can hear the disappointment. "But, Chaton, listen to me. If anything happens, if you feel uncomfortable, you'll call me." I instruct her. My jaw clenched to the thought of him doing anything.

  I should fucking kill him for even trying.

"I'm.. uh- okay.. but what if you- I'll answer Jennifer. Don't hesitate. Un appel princesse." I say.

(One call princess.)

She sighs and fidgets. "I- okay. Okay. I-I can do that." I hope to see a smile appear on her face. "Good girl." I praise her and I earn soft giggles. "Okay.. I have to get back to work." She mumbles. I hum with a smirk. "I'll call you soon." I say before shutting my phone off.

  I press on the pedal calling Vinny.

   "Bonjour." He mumbles in the phone. "I need you to watch Jennifer." I say and he hums. "Why?" He asks, "Don't question me V. Just do what I say. J'ai compris?" My tone was harsh and rushed. I didn't have time for this questioning.

"Okay, okay. Where is she?" He asks quickly. "I'll send you the location." I say before hanging up. I quickly sent the work place location.

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Jennifer POV

4 hours earlier.

Me and Marcel walk out and I sigh fixing my ruffled hair from his ruff hands.

I walk him to his car and I see him stare down a few guys staring at me.

"Y-you. Marcel..." I mumble crossing my arms at him trying to seem stern. He raises an eyebrow taking a step forward. "Stop." I grumble at his protective glare.

Marcel grabs my throat pushing me against him smashing his lips against mine. My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as my body fills with heat. His hand grabs a handful of my butt and I shift trying to get his hand off.

  So dominant. Controlling. Assertive.

"My dress." I whimper feeling the wind brush over my butt. His ruff hands smooth it back down. He pulls away looking up and I turn seeing Zenday eating her muffin with a suspicious look. Mike was also next to her looking annoyed.

  I bite my lip moving apart from him but he grabs me back against his chest. "Daddy.." I whisper and he stares me down. "I know. Back to work..." he hums. His phones rings and I see his body tense up again. I frown and kiss his cheek.

  "I-I... I'll text you soon! I pinky promise!" I smile hoping it helps and he just smirks before pressing the phone to his ear. The French comes out of his mouth as he squeezes my hip soon letting me go.

With a peck to my forehead I was off into the cafe.

   Present time
( just incase! There's a small bit of physical harassment) ⚠️THIS IS A TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

I much on the chips Nichelle gave me and we finally plop down on the couch. "Those kids are so cute. Yet filled with so much energy..." I say with a huff. "I know.." she mumbles. "

Me and Nichelle were helping the kids with mini activities and dinner. It took an hour for them to sleep. We were together for a good 5 hours before we got to finally chill.

"So I heard about some... guy." She mumbles with a smirk and I gasp. "I-I it's nothing official." I mumble.
"Zenday said she saw a bunch of guys get scared from his stare." She chuckles and I shake my head. "He  just wants to keep me safe." I mumble back picking at invisible lint.

    A bang and yelling happens and she Nichelle groans. "My brother and his friends are here." She sighs flipping her hair. "Wanna yell at them?" A smile appears on her and I laugh shrugging. She grabs my hand bringing me upstairs and bursting through the door.

  "Zack. Shut the fuck up!" She yells and my eyes widen from the burst. He and his friends look over at me and flicker back at her. "Get out you weirdo." He groans and they snicker. "Aye! Nich, gimme your friend she's cute!" I hear and my eyes widen and she gasps. "She has a man." "Not no boy." She barks at him and I laugh softly. They sigh and groan.

     "S-sorry guys!" I say with a tint of blush. They shoo us off and we ended up making pizza bites. But while we were about to take them about 30 minutes later a bunch of foot steps calm running down the stairs for the kitchen.
   Me and Nichelle made eye contact and she rolls her eyes sipping her OJ. "Ohh for me? So kind baby sis." Zach sighs touching his heart as he takes one. One of his friends comes on my side as he reaches for a pizza bite, he grabs my butt.

   Harshly.

"You have a great ass." He mumbles in my ear.

I jump moving away furrowing my eye brows. He stares at me with a smirk as he hums. "Very good." As he walks off with the guys toward the fridge.

  They all were talking and then stared at me quickly before snickering.
   "I-I need to use the restroom." I mumble rushing toward the upstairs one. Quiet.

Spacious.

I sit on the toilet taking deep breathes. One one thousand... two one thousand, three one thousand.

  I quickly stand wiping my tears as I hear them all coming back up. I fan myself making sure I don't look as puffy.