Meeting Marshall Mathers: The Later Years

From Detroit to L.A.

I was laid on the bed, on top of the duvet, staring at the ceiling whilst playing with my hair, waiting for Marshall to come back to the room to update me on the break in.
There'd been plenty of noise and voices in the foyer which I could only just hear from the great distance to the bedroom, but none for around 10 or so minutes. All had fallen quiet.
"Screw this" I huffed to myself as I slipped my feet back into my new Louis Vuitton sliders, they were a fantastic suggestion by one of my new dance teachers, Tori, she only had to say "walking on clouds" and I was sold, and she wasn't wrong, I hadn't had them off my feet since I'd been home.
As I waltzed down the staircase all was quiet.. too quiet.
I made my way through the halls and down towards the 'crime scene'. As I flicked on the lights the whole conservatory lit up, looking as though everything was perfectly in place, like nothing had happened. The only telltale sign was a bordered up glass panel that gave away the break in.
I suddenly panicked in sheer fright as my mouth was cupped and I was forcefully pushed up against a wall!

"Shhh shh shh" My body relaxed some knowing it was Marshall but excited from the little adrenaline rush that was coursing through me,

"You feel that?" His hand moved from my mouth to my neck, cupping under my jaw perfectly,
"D'you feel how well we fit?" my hand rose to his, overlapping his tight grip,

"I feel it" I gasped with a wicked grin, all this adrenaline must of gotten to him too,

"Yea? That's because you was made for me" he bit my jaw before his lips found mine, my legs weakened as his tongue seductively caressed mine. I turned around in his arms to push him against the wall but in reaction to this he spun me back around and pushed me up the wall, pulling at the back of my thighs to wrap them around his waist as he kissed hungrily into my neck. I helped position myself down on his hard self, both gasping as he fucked me, hard, up against the wall,

"Marshall..." I moaned loudly as I wrapped one arm tightly around the back of his neck, using my other hand to stimulate myself even more with how fucking turned on that I was. He bit into my neck and moaned louder and louder as he fucked me harder than he'd fucked me in a while,
"Yes.. Oh fuck yes!" I yelled in sexual frustration as I soared with him,

"That motherfuckin' fucking pussy, oh fuck" he spoke through gritted teeth as he slammed harder!

"Cum for me baby" I groaned and watched his face as his eyes tightly squeezed shut, his jaw dropping open and his brows knitting together as he loudly moaned pushing his forehead into mine as he cummed. I could feel his legs starting to tremor as I no more than a second later cummed too,

"Yea that's it baby, let it out for me" he kissed my neck as he gently let me down after my earth shaking moan quietened. After the climax I could feel my inner thighs throbbing from where his pelvis had been smashing into me,

"How do you do this to me" I gave him a sultry grin as I re-tied my silk kimono, he was biting in his lip as his eyes remained fixed on me whilst he did up his jeans,

"You just.. drive my buck wild, even after all these years" he walked back over to me, I smiled as I pulled him to me so that we could share a slow kiss. He smiled as he pulled slightly away, I couldn't help but smile back, stroking his cheek and beard,

"I could never tire of this" I gazed into those beautiful eyes of his, wide with lust,

"Me neither. Honestly you've always had this.. this intoxicating fuckin'.." we started to giggle,
"We're like a pair of.. wild teenagers, ain't we?"

"Yeah.." I nodded bashfully, as he stroked through my hair,
"I don't ever.. ever want this to change"

"It won't?" A look of confusion grew upon his face, we both paused in silence,
"Somethin' on your mind?"