Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

44. Makeup Sex & Pillow Talks

Jordyn's P.O.V.

His hands snaking down my waist and to my butt, Marshall squeezes it roughly.

"Fucking jump," he demands against my lips in a loud whisper, and I do. Right into his arms with my legs wrapping around his waist. My arms go around his neck and I hold on to him like my life is depending on it.

Marshall returns his mouth back on mine and presses me back against the wall as we continue kissing frantically, but we don't stay there long, he soon starts carrying me somewhere.

"Where your fucking bedroom at?" He demands, pulling away from me just slightly, his eyes darkening again, causing my heart to start pounding so loud in my chest that I'm sure he can feel it.

"Right... over... there," I manage to get out, pointing with my finger.

"That's too far," Marshall groans in disapproval and carries me to my living room couch instead, pretty much throwing me on it.

His hands then go underneath his hoodies that I'm still wearing and he pauses for a second then smirks, seemingly just now realizing what I've got on.

"You opening the door wearing my fucking shit, nah sure you wasn't tryna fuck with my head at all, Jo," he says sarcastically to me, roughly massaging my boobs underneath the hoodie as he gets on top of me, his mouth going for my neck.

"I... didn't even know it was you at the door," I moan in response while he practically rips my panties off from underneath the hoodie.

He pauses again and looks directly at me while his fingers play in my pussy.

"Nah? So who was you expecting then, huh?" He asks angrily, but then gets distracted immediately, "Goddamn you are so fucking wet already."

"I wasn't expecting anybody," I roll my eyes. "And just fuck me already," a moan escaping me as I tilt my head back.

"Yeah, you want that?" Marshall asks me, easily getting rid of the hoodie, practically dragging it off of me and tossing it somewhere on the floor. He bends his head and grabs one of my boobs, playing with it with his hand while his mouth closes around the nipple of the other, sucking on the sensitive bud of nerves, cauaing me to whimper. Marshall then takes off his shirt, pulling it over his head and throws it somewhere while I'm already working on the buckle of his belt. Having successfully undone it, I lay back while he pulls down his pants and boxers, pushing me even further down on the couch and grabbing my arms. Pinning my wrists above my head, Marshall looks down at me, and he still looks so damn angry at me.

"Tell me you fucking want it, Jo," he demands, lining himself up with my entrance.

"I want it!!" I whine and try to move my arms but his hold only tightens at my wrists as he holds them with one hand while lining his dick with my entrance with his other hand, rubbing the head of his dick on my clit.

"God, Marshall, just please..." I'm starting to say again but get cut off real quick when he pushes all of his length inside of me, immediately filling me up and stretching me out in the best way possible, and then he isn't being gentle at all with his movements, he starts fucking me really hard right off the bat, and I love it.

My loud moans fill the room, mixing with his grunts as he drops his whole body onto me, merging us into one while sucking hard on the sensitive skin at my throat, marking me up. My legs wrapping tighter around him as my insides clench around his dick, pulling him in.

"Goddamn, Jo, this pussy still tight as fuck! Guess you wasn't giving my shit away too much," Marshall groans in response, grabbing my jaw in his had and slamming his mouth back on mine kissing me hard.