Pleasing

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It's getting a bit cold in heree guys!! Let's add some steam, yes? ;)

JENNIFER POV

I walk around my room telling Marcel every possible story I could for each item. It was such a bad idea... I was out of breath by the time we went through each item.

I plop on the bed as Marcel sits down as well. "What did you get?" I ask and he gives a questioning look. "The tattoo?" I point and he hums. "I can't show you yet." He smirks and I pout. "Then tell me." I smile and he shakes his head. "No baby." He hums.

"Is it something special- well obviously because you got it tatted but still." I shake my head realizing how that sounds and he hums. "Yes, very special." He answers and I nod. "Come here chaton." He says with that super smexy sexy voice. I slowly crawl my way to him on the bed and wrap my arms around him. Feeling his arms wrap around my waist. "You smell nice." He says kissing my neck softly and I giggle. I couldn't help it.

"Thank y-you." I say leaning back. "But I need t-to um change.. cause this dress isn't comfy.." I say getting off. He just hums. I go through my suitcase and find a nice, oversized shirt... that is marcels. And some boy shorts. "Classic princess." I hear behind me. "Shushy!" I huff going to the bathroom.

I strip and slide the new clothes on. I left my hair down even though it was all in my face. I tuck it behind my ears. I step out and put the folded clothes back in my bin to wash. I sigh and turn around with my hand on my hips.

  "Tellement." He says causing me to become confused. "What does that mean?" I ask putting my suitcase away. He just hums slipping his arm around me once I was close. "Nothing." He says and I nod, his hands pull my legs to both sides of him, and I squint my eyes at him. "When will the tattoo be revealed?" I ask.

  "Tomorrow." He responds and I nod with a big smile. "I can't wait! Will you actually tell me what the meaning is though? Since you never really did for the others." I frown and he stays silent. There was a slow pause. "Maybe." He mumbles running his hands through my curled hair.

   I was hesitant to look at him. I've always been bad at eye contact. Especially with him... when I looked at him, he already was staring at me. "What?" I ask crossing my arms. Completely ignoring the attitude that came out. "Try that again." He says tugging my hair back. I whine "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.." I frown closing my eyes.

  It was silent.

His rough hand letting go, to travel to my jaw. "Chaton, look at me." Marcel says squeezing my neck. Slowly I did. Seeing him way closer than I expected. The side of his lip tips into a smirk. "Chaton, don't test me after not seeing me for a while. I will easily fuck You for hours on end. Not giving a damn about your family hearing. I've been craving to get my hands on you, baby. It's been long enough for me, no?"

I open my mouth to speak and I close it back up. My body filled with heat. Unknowingly craving the same things as the man right in-front of me. Gosh, the things he says! I gulp and recollect myself... barely. "B-but... that's- it's not- we've- Marcel! Y-you can't say those things!" I whisper but he just shakes his head.

   "Don't you want me to continue though? Your body is so responsive to me. How can I say no?" He mumbles and my eyes widen. He leans forward to my ear before running his hands over my curves and thighs. "You'd be quiet for daddy, right? You'll take all of my cock, because you're a good girl for me, yes?" Marcel says adding such slow kisses to my neck.

    I couldn't help it. I could feel the goosebumps appear and the buzzing feeling in between my legs form. My hands clutching his shirt for steadiness. Because of course I'd be a good girl for him. Who would say No?