Married to the Money (Bwwm)

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I watched Marciello as he slept. That handsome asshole. I pulled him out of his boxers and stroked his dick fast. He immediately got hard and I started riding him. I wasn't slow with my pace at all. Marciello started thrusting upward, fucking me hard. We met thrust for thrust over and over again, driving me into woes of pleasure.

When it was over I got off of him and he tried to reach out for me.

"Let's cuddle," he said.

"Fuck you," I replied back. I was still mad at his ass.

"You drive me crazy, Belle," Marciello sighed.

"I thought you forgave me," he said.

"Well I'm mad at you again," I said.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I don't want to hear it. I'm going to bed," I said.

"No we are going to talk, I'm tired of you being mad at me all the time," he said.

"Leave me alone. I'll be mad at you all I want," I said, stubbornly.

"I didn't mean to hurt you and I promise I won't do it again," he said.

"Your promises mean nothing to me, your not a man of your word," I said.

''Belle I want us to get better," Marciello said.

"And I want to get the hell away from your ass, but it seems we can't get everything we want," I said.

Let me catch you up on the situation. Right now we were in Jackie's couples therapy. We were stuck in the room with each other. Marciello was lucky Jackie took sharp objects out the room because if they didn't I would have killed his ass.

''I love you," he said.

"I can't tell," I snapped.

"If I didn't love you I wouldn't be here, trying to make it work between us,'' Marciello said.

"I don't care, leave me alone," I said. I got up and went into the bag that Jackie gave me. It had some snacks in it for me, since I was pregnant. I pulled out a banana twin and started eating it.

"Can I have some," Marciello asked. I gave him a piece.

"Thanks," he said.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you, my hormones are all over the place," I said.

"It's okay, Belle," Marciello said. During however long we were in here Marciello showed remorse for what he did. And I felt like I needed to tell him everything so he could understand why I kind of went a little crazy. I still got mad at him, but it was mostly because of hormones.

I shrieked out of fear as I saw a spider on the wall.

"Marciello! Kill it!", I yelled. He looked up and screamed too.

"It's a fucking tarantula," he said

"No shit, kill it," I said.

"Hell no, I'm not going near that thing," Marciello said.

"So you can kill people but not a fucking spider!", I yelled.

"Why don't you kill it?", he suggested.

"I'm tired and I'm pregnant with your child and you can't even kill a spider for me,'' I said, tearing up.

''No baby don't cry, I-I'll kill it," he said.

"Okay do it then," I said.

"Well I get some pussy?", he asked.

"Yes, you'll get anything you want!", I screeched as the spider moved.

"Anything?", he questioned.

"Yes anything, now kill it before I bite your dick off," I said.

"Okay women, I need a bat," he said.

"Does it look like we have bats in here, use this shoe," I said as I handed over one of his sneakers.

"These are my favorite," Marciello complained.

"Here," I growled as I handed him another shoe.

"These are my second fa-

"Don't finish that fucking sentence, kill the fucking spider or I kill you," I said darkly.

"Okay calm down," he said as he took the shoe. He threw it at the spider and shrieked like a little girl. He missed the tarantula and it started climbing on the ceiling.

"What the fuck was that!", I yelled.

"B-Belle," Marciello said as he started backing away.

"What?", I yelled. But then I felt something fuzzy moving.

"Ahhh!" , I screeched as I shook my head. The tarantula flew on Marciello and he started screaming.

"Jackie let us out this bitch!", I yelled.

The tarantula climbed off Marciello and he started stomping his feet, while screaming like a little girl. He ended up stepping on it, killing it.

"You have lost whatever manliness I thought you had," I told him.

"I killed it though," he said.

"By mistake," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Well I killed it and if my memory serves correct you promised me something," he said.

"Really? I don't recall," I said.

"You know you do, now come sit on papí's lap,'' Marciello said.

I rolled my eyes. " Your not my papí, it was a mistake ever calling you that and I never will again," I said.

"Oh I know you will," he said.

"No, I won't," I said.

"C'mere,'' he said.

"Why?", I pouted. He came over and pulled me down on the bed.

"I'm hungry," he said as he took off my panties.

''There's food in that b-ah!" I screamed as his mouth attached to my clit.

"Call me papí," he said.

"No," I replied. He continued sucking on my clit, while thrusting two fingers into my pussy. I couldn't control the moans that were slipping out of my mouth. I grinded my sex against his face as I got closer to my orgasm.

"Oh marcie-", I was cut my sentence short. I opened my eyes and noticed Marciello had stopped.

"What are you doing?", I asked.

"Call me papí and I'll continue to eat your sweet little pussy," he said as he rubbed me softly. I started grinding against his hand, trying to get some friction. I grunted in frustration. Marciello's hand brushed over my clit.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Say it," he demanded as he rubbed my clit harder.

"Pa- no," I said, stopping my self. Marciello smirked. He leaned down and sucked my clit into his mouth harshly.

"Fuck papí," I moaned. I felt Marciello smirk against my sex, but I didn't care I needed release.

"Eat my pussy," I demanded. He plunged his tongue in and out of my sex, slurping on all of the juices that were spilling out.

"Yes don't stop papí," I moaned as I tangled my hands in his hair. His tongue went in deeper and I exploded all over and in his mouth. He licked me dry before coming back up and licking his lips.

"Have I told you how much I love eating your pussy?", he asked.

"No, but you can show me," I said as I pushed his head down again.