Pleasing

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MARCEL POV

I shift from the light beaming onto my face. I wrap my arms around the soft body of Jennifer's craving the scent of her. I lean my head forward not smelling nor feeling her. My eyes snap open and she was nowhere to be found.

I get out the bed and grab my gun from the bedside and open the door to the hallway not hearing anything. I hear a few movements in the front of the house and I quickly lock my gun at whoever was in the kitchen. I was ready to shoot before hearing the tiny screams from the women holding the pan. I sigh of relief seeing as it's just Jennifer. "Fuck baby!" I groan setting the gun down. Her lip trembles in fear as she sets the pan down on the pot holders.

I wrap my arms around the scared human and rub her back. I continuously apologize, "why... why do you have that?" She asked and I visibly tense. Fuck. "For safety reasons." I explain going to eye level with her. Jennifer's body quickly softens and she responds with a nod.

"Well um... I made- I made breakfast." She points to the perfectly toasted bread, nice cheesy eggs, and the crispy plate of bacon with a few soggy ones for her. I stand back up to full height, grabbing a piece of bacon while wrapping my hand around her waist. Maple.
I pat her waist complimenting her cooking. "Very good baby girl." I say knowing the harsh accent gets her flustered. Her eyes flutter as she tries to stay composed. "Thank-thanks um-thank you sir." Jennifer let's out finally and detaches herself from my hold making two plates.

I sit at the stool seeing her bare legs walk around the kitchen grabbing the essentials needed for the food. Her waist caged by the shirt. Her hair messily down in a bun. Her ass cheeks barely seen but a few moves here and there they peak out through the shirt.

Quickly after she sits next to me and hums in her seat eating her breakfast. She looks outside seeing the damp environment. It was sprinkling as the rain was still alive.

I knew it was going to thunder today and more rain will be coming through. Why'd I choose this week? Her hand touches my arm tracing the detailed ink. Jennifer's fingertips making me put aside the self sabotaging thoughts. Her phone rings but she presses the turn off button making it silent.
"If-if it's raining what will we do?" Her face saddens but I click my tongue and pull her stool closer to me. I reassure her that we will make it work and a smile reappears onto the perfect face of hers.

"But baby... you lost the challenge last night." I lower my gaze to the full lips of hers and she groans turning away to bite into her toast. "You- ugh!" Her body reacts with annoyance. I already texted Amanuel to get me the supplies last night. "You tricked me- and I- I just..." she whimpers trying to get out of the punishment.

I lick my bottom lip shaking my head. "Sorry princess, it's the rules." I smirk and her face displays attitude and annoyance. "Whatever." Her eyebrows furrow but I was quick to lean close to her. "Whatever?" I repeat her words and she looks away from me. My hand presses into her thigh causing the arousing pain to shoot into the pussy I've been dying to touch again.

Her face switches from the annoyance to the expression of being flustered with pleasureful pain. Jennifer's hand grabs my wrist trying to pry it off. "You want me to spank that ass of yours red, you knew that's what I originally wanted to do. Or do you want both? The lemon and the spanking. Huh?" I press harder causing her to squirm in her seat.

Jennifer starts stuttering and letting out incoherent words. She hisses at the more pain I started adding as I pressed harder. "No! No-No." her whines increase but soon die down as I slowly release some pressure from her thigh. "Keep the attitude going princess, watch what happens, feel what happens baby. Or do you want me to manhandle you? Is that it?" I question after teasing her and her hips Buck in response but my hand was soon afterwards away from her body. A shaky breathe comes from her indicating that it was a yes.

Shit.

I pull back from the stool grabbing the empty plates and setting them in the dishwasher with the pan and other bowls.

When I looked back at her she was flushed, covered with a heated face. Pink face and pink chest. I smirk at her body response, I walk over to her and kiss her multiple times. "Chaton." I murmur in her ear causing her to press her hands against my bare chest. "Stop teasing me! It's-it's like 10 in the morning." A whine slips out from her as she stands from the stool. "Baby, I could eat you out, fuck you til you're brain dead anytime. Anywhere. Anyway I want. I don't care the time." I response and a wave of air fills Jennifer and she was speechless.

I chuckle from her response and help her to the bedroom. "Can we have the picnic in here?" She asks
Looking outside. I nod silently and make the bed. Jennifer walks over to me fixing my hair randomly.

Throughout the morning Jennifer was sketching the outside porch. I was preparing our lunch... picnic date. Music was playing in the background, can't remember to forget you by shakira and Rihanna started playing. Jennifer was quick to silently sing along but I could easily see her hips move in a smooth rhythm. Her hips swaying as the sound intensifies, she turns around catching me stare at me. Jennifer uses the paint brush as a microphone.

"I'd do anything for that boy!" She walks over to me and smiles. "I'd give my last time to hold him tonight." My shirt keeping everything in place as she wraps her arms around my neck. "But when you look at me— the only memory is us kissing in the moonlight!" She moves side to side before before walking around swaying her hips to the next song laughing softly.

This girl...

She must have a shakira mix on as She wolf plays next. I wanted to cut the whole cooking and watch her body move exotically. Her hips moving in a circular motion before refocusing to her water paint. I look away quickly regaining focus as well.
But she kept going so I moved so I wasn't facing her.

Once I was done with the sandwiches, fruit cutting, and then the nice cookies she loved I leaned against the counter.

Better days by lorine chai played causing her to sway the hips nicely again. She points to me; "I'm so tired of this space- I pray for better days." She lip syncs..

But quickly after she was done with one section of the painting shakira came back on. Whenever, wherever. Fuck this girl and her body. I smirk as she makes slight movements to the beat but stays focus at the painting. Her body dancing at a club? Could never let her go alone. Even her moving slightly is sexy. I knew she could not only bachata and belly dance but holy shit- "tell me one more time—- lost in my eyes." She whispers and turns to me with a smile.

She sings and walks over "You got me head over heels." She twirls "I'll be there and you'll be near, that's the deal my dear." She sings grabbing my hand and twirling.

I laugh softly and kiss her cheek.

Although the next song I had no idea. She sets her paint brush down and dances holding my hands. "Romeo santos sir!" Her Puerto Rican accent coming out as she pronounces his name. I was falling more infuckin' love with her. "Daddy- you have to- you have to learn how to bachata. It's a need." She smiles softly as she sways her hips and backs away with her paint brush. "Baby you gotta teach me." I tilt my head but she giggles in response. "Amanuel can't help?" She asks and I sigh knowing his Hispanic background.

I nod in response.

Ahh shit.

Hips don't lie.

"Ahh!" She squeals in response. Her hip movement intensifying causing her ass to jiggle as a result. "Oh baby when you talk like that..." she sings along. Her hair moving "oh boy I can see your body moving..." her voice light and quiet. Jennifer clears her throat and refocuses on her painting as it wasn't that close to down. "She make a man wanna speak Spanish—" a smile appears on her face as she sings along.

Soon after all the dancing and songs she was done by 2:30 pm.