When Damian was young, he never thought that he would ever let someone tell him what to do.
Especially if he didn't exactly know how to do it.
But the first time he and Marinette got intimate, he didn't know what the hell he was doing.
So he let her tell him what to do.
He was amazed by her.
The way that she guided him.
Moved her body against his.
He encouraged her to take what she wanted before.
He never thought that would ever mean him.
Thank God he was wrong.
Marinette had (after asking and receiving consent from him) taken every piece of clothing off of him.
She had left almost every inch of his skin covered with love bites and bruises.
Now she was staring at his swollen erect cock, with precum leaking out.
"May I?" Mari asked.
Damian nodded his head unable to speak.
Marinette smiled. "Sorry mon amour but I need to hear your words."
Damian squirmed, tears pricking at his eyes.
He was at her mercy.
He hated and loved it at the same time.
"Please Marinette."
He was embarrassed at how shaky that sounded but his cock was hurting too much.
Mari almost cooed but instead settled herself between his legs.
She raised her hips and arched her back to give him a nice view as she took his head into her mouth.
She sucked and licked the head before taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.
She almost choked.
She poured everything into making him feel good.
Damian's moans, groans, and growls only edged her on.
For everything he had done for her.
She loved him so much.
All of him.
She moaned sucking harder and faster somewhat struggling to keep Damian's hips on the bed and used her hands to stimulate his balls as she felt him getting closer.
"Albi please~ fuck FUCK!"
Damian's shout was music to Marinette's ears.
