Page 14 of Marshall: The Manny

“You’ll see in a second.”

He led me out onto the back patio, which he’d turned into a romantic wonderland. Curtain lights hung, candles were lit, and there were rose petals all over the floor and table. Also on top of the table was champagne and a charcuterie and brie board. Soft music played in the background, and I was absolutely smitten over this man.

“I didn’t want to wait until the weekend to take you on a date. I hope this is okay.”

“This is perfect,” I cooed, turning to hug him.

In his embrace, Marshall lowered his lips to mine. We kissed until I felt his dick harden against me. I didn’t judge him, because my pussy was leaking too. Marshall pulled my chair out before taking his across the table. As we nibbled, we talked and got to know each other a little more. Then, we danced. And we kissed, then talked and danced some more. I couldn’t remember a time I smiled more than I did that night.

Though I tried to help clean up, he insisted I go inside and take it easy. I went into my room and waited for him, hoping he’d spend the night with me again. I slept peacefully with my body against his. I wasn’t sure how long it took him, but by the time I felt him crawl into my bed, I’d drifted off to sleep. Wanting to wake up, I grabbed the remote to put some light in the room. Once the TV was on, I sat up and leaned against the headboard.

“You and your son got fighting y’all sleep bad,” he teased, pulling me between his legs and against his chest.

All I could do was laugh because that was true. We both were too curious to go to sleep too quickly. We didn’t want to miss anything.

“I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I’m having too much fun with you.”

“The fun won’t end just because the day does. Rest, Demi.” As his hand lowered down my stomach he asked, “Do I need to put you to bed?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“It’s better if I show you, love.”

My body melted against him as his fingers slipped up and down my opening. Once they were wet enough for him, he circled them around my clit. This man’s fingers and tongue were magic. When two of his fingers slipped inside of me while his thumb circled my clit, my breathing grew ragged. His free hand wrapped around my neck, and he squeezed gently, but I requested, “Harder,” and he obliged.

He took his time pleasuring me just as he did the first time. I grew embarrassingly wet as he fingered me. By the time I came, my breathing was choppy and my body warm. Marshall sat me on his lap so that I was straddling him. His hands slid up my thighs, waist, and stomach. They settled on my breasts—squeezing them and playing with my nipples until I squirmed.

My eyes followed his hand as he pulled his shaft out—long, thick, curved.Mm. Instead of entering me immediately, he rocked me against the length of his dick. My palms pressed against the wall as he gripped my waist and controlled my movements. My cum coated him like snail secretion. The friction of his dick against my clit and opening had my spine tingling and toes curling as I fought not to cum. That was futile, because my core shook as I came not long after.

Marshall waited until my walls stopped pulsing to lift me and slide me down his shaft. There was slight resistance at first, but I was so wet it didn’t take long. He flipped us and lay me on my back.

“Are you on birth control, love?”

“No. I haven’t had sex since before Denny was born.”

His head hung and shook as he chuckled. “I’ma have to get some condoms, because I can already tell I ain’t gon’ wanna pull out.”

“I—mm…”

My nails dug into his back as he stroked me. Gasping, I arched my back to make room for him. His strokes were deep, methodical, and slow. No man had ever handled my body so gently and with so much care. I trembled underneath him as my legs locked around him, but that didn’t stop me from cumming.

Marshall’s arms wrapped around me, and he lifted me off the bed—just a few inches. “Oh my God,” I cried as he rocked me against his dick. Literally rocked me. Like I was his baby. The position made it feel like he was touching the bottom of my pussy, my g-spot, and my clit at the same time.

“B-baby,” I stuttered through trembling lips.

“Hmm?”

“You’re so deep.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

His laugh was cocky as he continued his pleasurable assault, not stopping until I came, and that was only to put me back on the bed and push my ankles toward my ears.

“Shit,” I whimpered, clawing at his thighs as his strokes picked up speed.

I could tell by the serious expression on his face that he’d zoned in on his pleasure and was about to cum soon.

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