Emotional Boys 2000

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A.N. It's Grammy time bitches also, factually speaking, Eminem was nominated I believe, but he didn't attend, however not in the case of the story. Also, also, LONG

It's been a couple of months, reasonably, Marshall couldn't spend New Years with me because he was spending it with the girls. He's teasingly brought up the idea of me moving to Detroit and becoming a regular broker at my own firm or whatever, but he always dropped it quickly, claiming he was joking around and didn't expect me to leave my job for him.

Something about him seemed sincere though... like he was trying to warm me up to the idea.

It scares me, because it seems as though eventually he'll be asking for real. Though he doesn't ever mention the idea of him moving to New York so that seems off the table.

Anyways, back to the moment...

He unbuttons my slacks before sliding them down my nervous legs, removing my black panties along with them.

This is a horrible idea. Having him eat me out in the fucking bathroom of his private jet, one containing not just us but also his best friend 50 Cent and some security guards, knowing damn well something is happening with us both in the small bathroom together.

We're on route to Los Angles... L.A. for the fucking Grammys, and this is the shit we're doing... makes sense honestly.

He settles between my legs, lifting them onto his shoulders as I sit on top of the counter next to the sink. I watch as he looks at my core, wet and anticipating his mouth. He leaves a soft kiss on my clit before licking through my folds. I seem to taste like heaven to him as he licks up along my soaked pussy, softly attacking my clit with his tongue, sucking on it subtly.

I flinch at the feeling when Marshall dives right in. His tongue rapidly laps at my pussy, and his nose rubs against my clit.

Being eaten out on a private jet feels incredibly surreal.

He's looking up at me, eyes full of some form of lust... desire... desire to please.

I clench my thighs around him and my nails dig into his scalp, running through his short buzzed hair, causing him to let out a few groans against my core. He seems to be enjoying this as much as I am. It's like he can't get enough of me.

It's as if I taste amazing to him. He groans as he eats my pussy, his nose rubbing against my clit as his tongue dips inside of me, pushing inside before bringing his attention back to my clit.

He looks up at me from between my legs, watching as I shudder  slightly with pleasure, legs shaking softly. I feel a knot in my stomach form, body feeling euphoric as I proceed to help him out further, wanting to reach my high, rocking against him. Marshall lets out several satisfied groans as I did so, leading me to believe he's liking the way he makes me feel.

My orgasm washes through me and my legs clench around him. The burn of my stomach, as if on fire by the feelings experienced only adds to the moment.

Marshall rides me through my high, seemingly enjoying the taste of my release, moaning as he licks at the 'mess'.

"You taste so good" he remarks, grinning before pulling away, leaving a kiss on my clit before moving up and capturing my lips.

"In less than five hours, we'll be all over the news, everyone is going to know you belong to me"