Plain, Old Marshall [EMINEM]

Chapter Three

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I honestly think that Eminem looks extremely handsome in this photo. I think it's because of his facial expression. Annnnyway he's handsome anyway right? Please vote and comment!!!

CHAPTER THREE

Marshall woke before Eva did. He looked across at her, her chest was buried into the mattress, which disappointed him, but the light shon on her back. Her skin glistened, she looked beautiful.

Her hair was a mess, but if anything it made her look even sexier. Marshall smirked to himself as he ducked under the covers, by poking her sides he made her roll over onto her back. The rap god slipped inbetween her legs and ran his tongue along her naked sex. Eva's body reacted immediately, her back arched as a gasp left her lips.

Marshall plunged his tongue inside of her. Eva moaned, fully awake and grasped his head, she grinded against him, her sexual pleasure the only thing mattering to her at that moment. Marshall moved his tongue against her sex and listened to the high pitched sound of her moaning.

The moment ended too soon, there was a knock on the hotel door. Marshall pulled away from Eva, lifting the duvet up to her breasts and planting a lustful kiss on her lips.

Marshall went to the door, a pair of boxers hugging his hips, the door opened as he pulled it. There, stood proud, was Marshall's boys. Eva recognised 50 Cent straight away, as she'd played him years ago. Dre was stood by 50, his hands in his pockets.

Dre raised an eyebrow,"Really Em? Who with?"

Eva stood, the duvet falling from her naked body and walked to the man she'd slept with, she pressed her boobs into Marshall's side, she smirked to herself and ran her hand along Marshall's biceps.

"So you're the men who interrupted our morning fondue." She bit her lip.

"Babe," Marshall said, because he couldn't remember her name, "Get back in bed sweet cheeks I'll finish what I started in a second."

Eva took one of his hands and placed it by her womanhood, she guided his fingers until he was rubbing her clit I'm a circular motion. With his other fingers she made him touch her entrance, "You feel that? That's how wet I am for you."

She made him move his hand and gazed into his blue eyes and she placed his wet fingers in her mouth and sucked the juice from them, "Don't keep me waiting, or I'll have to fix myself."

With that, she pulled away and swayed her hips, walking into the bathroom and touching up her make up. She fixed her hair and made sure she looked perfect.