Pleasing

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SO SORRY FOR THE MIX UP! I messed up the numbers! :(

JENNIFER POV

  "Marcel." I whisper pushing his hands away. "Try me one more time." He dares looking at me through the mirror. "You don't-dont understand- I don't fucking have to." Marcels thumb rubs the cover off my neck. 

   "Stop!" I raise my voice with furrow eyebrows becoming frustrated. Marcel stills, his thumb stops, and he leans closer. "I'm-im sorry but- Marcel stop... I didn't mean to. I'm really..." I stopped rambling as I knew he didn't care. "Jennifer, I know- I definitely know you do not want to sit in the car for many hours with a sore ass. Am I correct?" He asks turning my head to face him and I nod slowly.

  "Yes..." I look down. "But Marcel there's just so many. It's alarming..." I trail off to see the very bruised neck. But the bruises were love kisses. With consent spread through it all. With pleasure through it all. His eyes wander to what I was covering and hums. "Just a little bit." He removes his hands. "You-you know I don't want to, right?" I reassure.

   Marcel doesn't exactly need to cover his because they look normal. Not because I wanted to make them unnoticeable but because... I don't have the confidence he does. If I could cover his neck with hickeys I would! But that's so... not me. Marcel is the possessive one here.

  He's the one who is the pine tree. 

But we will be going to a gala tonight anyways. At work. At the club. For the 25th anniversary. But Marcel will be there and Jazmine. And zenday and Vinny... 

He tilts his head at me raising an eyebrow. I blink away and he chuckles. "Baby girl, I know. Even if someone did try to get with you... and in between these legs they'll see a delicious pussy— but my kisses are spread where?" He asks with a serious face. "My-my inner thigh." I whisper with a heated face. "Exactly, my marks on you can't be escaped baby girl. These healing lips of yours, fuck." He runs his thumb over the swollen lips. "I put on Aquaphor! Their getting better." I frown at his teasing comment. 

  "Of course, darling. My apologies." Marcel lets me go and walks out the room. I pat the squishy marshmallow like blender on my neck multiple times. I didn't cover the cleavage part as I kind of like it! I don't know why... 

  Some purple spots were left untouched, and some were covered but I couldn't hide all. 

I set everything back into my bag and turn the bedroom light off. "I'm going to miss this cabin." I frown looking around. "We can come back another time." Marcel assures causing me to smile. Everything gets set into the trunk and we soon leave.

I wanted to blurt out why we were squished between black cars. But I left it alone. It always ended up being safety.

That night. 

   "Should I be proud? Or mad? Maybe both!" Zenday glares at me. "Proud?" I giggle as Zendays reaction to me no longer being a real... true virgin. 

She huffs and squeals, "I am proud! As I can see it was— good." Zendays eyes roam my body and I flush. "With consent of course." I whisper containing eye contact. So i couldn't hide my bare neck to Zenday. She made me take a shower! 

  My phone pings a bunch letting me know the 3 were at the door. 

I scrunched my curls letting my coiled baby hairs get pat with the gel. My dress was red and skintight but knee length. A little slit going mid-thigh. My heels were slipped into the mini belt loving the black matte. Me and Marcel are supposed to be matching. 

Zenday went to get the door as I finished everything up. I lean forward over the dresser to level my elbows as I do my inner eye. The door opens once I reached my second eye but I ignore it as I concentrate. Once done I blink rapidly but halfway I felt the large hands run over my hips.