Page 15 of Marshall: The Manny

“You’re so sexy, and your dick is so good.” Marshall growled as his body jerked. “It’s okay. You can cum in this pussy.”

“Fuck!” he groaned, dick throbbing as he filled me with his seeds. “Hmm…”

“Yeah, it’s okay. Fill this pussy up.”

“Shit, Demi.”

His hand wrapped around my neck and squeezed as he stroked me ferociously, causing me to erupt again myself. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking telling this man to cum in me. That was a first. All I knew was I didn’t want him to stop. I’d get a Plan B in the morning. For now, I wanted more of Marshall.

That Weekend

Random momentsof intimacy throughout the week were an organic foreplay for our date this weekend. I didn’t know what he had planned for us, but I was curiously patient enough to wait and see. While I planned to spend the start of the day with my parents, Marshall was going to a barbecue for one of his cousin’s birthdays. Though it was set to start at three, he warned me that it would probably be nightfall before he came home.

Home.

That was what he called it.

Home.

That was how this felt.

Every night he stayed in my room, I intentionally put his clothes in the hamper to wash and put in a drawer so that eventually he’d move all of his things here instead of in the guest house. For a brief moment I felt like things were moving too fast between us, but the truth was, love didn’t have a timetable.

I was so deep in my own thoughts I didn’t hear him enter the kitchen. When he wrapped his arms around me, I jumped slightly before turning to face him.

“Good mor—”

I silenced him with a kiss as I wrapped my arms around him. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Well… I get to go out on a date with you tomorrow, so that’s exciting.”

“Yeah?” He licked his lips, but that didn’t hide his smile.

“Yeah.”

Marshall pecked my lips and squeezed my ass before pulling away. “It smells good in here. What you cooking?”

“Bacon, French toast, smothered potatoes, and there’s some fruit on the table.”

“Sounds good. I’ll take care of the dishes since you cooked.”

As I turned to flip the bacon, he rubbed my ass. The gesture relaxed me instantly. I rubbed it myself to get to sleep, and after he noticed the habit, he started doing it. It was a wonderful way to fall asleep.

“Baby,” I cooed as he kissed my neck. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to want you right now.”

Marshall chuckled against my ear. “Tonight. You gon’ get a taste of this dick when I’m gone off henny. Be prepared.”

“Mm… I love the sound of that already.”

“Mar-cho!” Denver called before whining, and I was about to catch an attitude that he was calling for him as soon as he woke up instead of me. Then I realized that was a good thing.

As I watched Marshall head out of the kitchen to get my son, I accepted the fact that I was halfway in love with this man already and that truth no longer petrified me.

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Marshall

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