Page 12 of Marshall: The Manny

Marshall

“Can you stay?”

Demi looked nervous. As if she thought there was a chance I’d deny her. We’d just agreed to see where things could go and shared our first kiss. The only reason I told her I was about to head to the guest house was because I didn’t want things to get too deep too fast.

“Yeah. Let me go take a shower real quick and I’ll come back.”

Her shoulders hiked and she smiled, and her excitement to spend the night with me made me feel good. It also made me feel even more responsible for her heart and happiness. I knew logically that it wasn’t my responsibility to make her happy, but fuck that. Demi was mine, and so was her happiness. I intended to spend the rest of my days making sure she was as happy as she could possibly be.

I spent more time stroking a nut out than expected before washing myself in the shower. That wasn’t going to stop my dick from getting hard from sleeping with her, but that would keep me from being too uncomfortable. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I headed back to the main house.

I had no expectations, but finding Demi with a red gown on still caught me by surprise. It was a halter style and the straps crisscrossed on her back. My eyes lowered to her ass as it poked out. When she turned, my dick instantly bricked up. That flat stomach, those perky titties, her wide hips. Baby girl looked edible from the frontandthe back.

“Hi,” she spoke quietly, pulling her hair behind her ears.

Words escaped me as I walked over to her. She was standing next to her dresser looking like temptation that I couldn’t help but tamper with.

“You’re so beautiful,” I complimented, gripping her ass and using it to pull her into me. “Sexy too. The things I’m going to do to you when you give yourself to me.”

“Who says you have to wait?”

She made her way out of my arms and seductively walked away. My eyes stayed on her as she climbed into bed. I took my shirt and shorts off then got in with her. As much as the thought of being inside of her appealed to me, first, I wanted to have her in my arms. I’d wanted this—her—since I first laid eyes on her. I wouldn’t rush that for anything.

Demi released a quiet hum as I pulled her into my arms and onto my chest.

“This feels better than it did in my dreams,” she confessed, and the words went straight to my heart.

“You dreamed about us?”

“Yes. A lot.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I didn’t know how you felt. I mean… I thought you liked me, but I wasn’t completely sure. I kept telling myself the way you handled me—that was just how you are. That I shouldn’t feel a way about it, because you’d treat any woman that way.”

I chuckled. “Nah. I treat all clients the same, but a lot of things were personal for me with you. Making sure you eat andtake care of yourself, eating dinner with you, spending time with you, the foot massages—no one else has ever gotten that from me.”

Her cheek lifted on my chest before she looked up. She licked her lips as her eyes lowered.

“Why you looking at me like that?” I wondered.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me.”

“Because I do.”

“Good. Because I want you, too… but I want us to take our time.” Even with me saying that, I flipped her over. “I want to earn you… and your pussy too.”

“Marshall,” she breathed out.

“I will, however, make you cum.”

“Mar—” My name was replaced with a shaky breath as I spread her legs. I kissed both thighs as my hands acquainted themselves with her body. She squirmed underneath me, and though I knew she wanted me, I was getting far too much pleasure from teasing her.

By the time I did allow my fingers to brush her clit, she was soaking wet. Her body trembled. When I slipped two fingers inside, she moaned. I loved eating and fingering pussy almost as much as I loved fucking it. There was something more intimate about feeling a woman’s ridges and walls expand against my fingers that made my dick leak with precum.

“Ooh,” she moaned, holding her legs wide as I fingered her.

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