Pleasing

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MARCEL POV

I couldn't help but smirk at the remark. Blood flowed to all the right places. Her face changed to embarrassment. "Never mind! Forget I-I said that." She turns back forward. " ah. No. Don't do that." I shake my head as she didn't let me respond. Her mind quickly rejecting any response. "I take it back..." she mumbles and I raise an eyebrow.

"Don't lie." I hiss and she sighs. "You didn't let me respond baby. How can I give you what you want without knowing what it is you need?" I tease at her shyness. Her lack of experience. Her lack of confidence hurting her and her curiosity. Jennifer's gaze shifts to me. "What do you want me to do, hm?" I ask pulling her to me. Her body melting into me. "I don't know..." her eyebrows furrow with frustration.
"Mm, you know. Chaton don't lie to me. You know this. Tell me baby." I say running my hand through her hair. I tug at it so she looks at me and her breathe hitches. Her cheeks growing red. Her lips part slightly, "I just want... I just want you." She says with desperation. "Baby, you can have me in many ways. Which way? Hm?" I lean closer teasing her.

Her eyes flutter at the teasing. I haven't teased in days and now that I have she's shocked. After several moments of getting no answer I mumble the question again over her lips. Gazing my lips. Telling her to answer. "I need you! I- Marcel. I need you- you inside me! I need all of you. Don't make me- me say it." She whines rubbing her soaked panties on my thigh.
Jennifer could feel the bulge being created at the desperation she kept showing. Her body physically buzzing. Her shaky hands gripping my shoulders. Jennifer's soft lips pressing against mine. Her rushed kisses having no real goal with them.

I grip her bare ass harshly causing her to slow down. "No rushing, do I rush? I don't think so baby." I remind and she cracks out a whine. Her hands roaming my lower stomach reaching for what she was aching. I grab her wrist giving her a warning glare and she gives a pleading stare. "You're- ugh! You're being annoying." Jennifer groans with real, unthought attitude. I instinctively gripped her neck harshly causing her attention to meet mine all the way.
"Try that fuckin' attitude with me again. You get nothing." I warn and her nails dig into my wrist as she grinds against me. I pressed her down into the mattress ignoring her slutty behavior. She would always act a slut for me. She was my perfect little slut.

Jennifer arches her back spreading her legs purposely. My hands roam her sides. Ignoring everything her body was craving for. My hands easily sliding my shirt off of her. A shirt I've lost months ago from her stealthy stealing. The first being shirts into stealing my heart. So easily.

Her body was flushed with her and my warmth together. Jennifer was wearing cheeky red panties. I smirk making her turn around leaving me with the view of her gorgeous ass. "Jennifer." I say gaining her attention. She tries to raise her ass but I press her back down. I grab a handful of before slapping her ass harshly causing her to jolt. "Jennifer." I hiss and she whines. "Yes?" she ask's impatiently.

This attitude...

I grab a fistful of her hair causing her to cry out. "This attitude baby... ass up for me and let's get you to count. 15 shouldn't be hard for you. Right?" I say. I hated attitude. I never liked it and never will. No one does but I despised it. Jennifer giving me attitude every once in a while but she always gave in and apologized quickly after. This week has her acting in a different way.

My large hand lands on the naked ass of hers until it was the pretty shade of pink. My hand print forming. But the leaking juices of her pussy was leaking down her thigh. Her thighs shaking of torture. Jennifer let's out a choking moan through the tears. "Marcel..." she whines trying to show me the painful need of release that I've caused. I simply pushed her panties down. Her pretty folds soaked with everything I loved tasting.