Through The Night
Pairing: Marvin Milk x Jasmine (Black Fem OC)
Warning(s): 18+, SMUT, MDNI, P in V, oral sex (male/female receiving), fingering, D/s elements, Season 3 M.M, Daddy kink, rough sex, angst, FILTH, praise kink, fluff, dirty talk.
Summary: Jasmine confronts Marvin about his obsession with avenging Soldier Boy, fearing it's driving a wedge between them and tearing their family apart.
Word count: 6.2K
Jasmine sat in the living room. The only sounds were the fridge’s low hum and the distant noise of the city.
The clock on the wall ticked. Time stood still, and she gazed at the almost empty wine glass. She felt trapped, her eyes fixed on the remnants of her drink.
The deep red liquid swirled, catching the dim light from the lamp beside her. Her hand sat still, fingers orbiting her wedding ring in silence.
Her big, curly hair framed her face, now frizzy from hours of stress. The light glowed on her brown skin, but worry shadowed her pretty eyes. She was a beautiful woman, but tonight, the weight of her fears had dimmed her usual radiance.
The wine did little to calm her nerves. She was too wired, too anxious.
Marvin had been gone all day, and now, well into the night, she had no idea where he was or if he was okay. Her mind raced with every worst-case scenario, each more terrifying than the last.
She glanced at the baby monitor on the coffee table. The small screen showed Malia asleep in her crib, unaware of the turmoil in her parents’ world.
Jasmine felt a pang in her chest, a mix of love and guilt. Malia deserved better than this. Better than a father obsessed with revenge and a mother terrified of losing him.
The sound of the front door creaking open snapped Jasmine out of her thoughts. Her heart leaped into her throat as she turned to see Marvin step inside.
He looked exhausted; his broad shoulders slumped. His usually sharp eyes were dull and tired. And he smelled of the night—sweat and a hint of something metallic, like blood.
Marvin closed the door, his movements slow and careful, as if he were trying not to wake a sleeping giant. But Jasmine was already awake, her anger boiling beneath the surface.
“Hey, baby,” Marvin said, his voice low and gravelly. He tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
Jasmine didn’t respond. She watched him with a cold, hard stare, her fingers tightening around the stem of her wine glass.
The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.
Marvin sighed and walked over, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Jasmine stayed still, her body rigid. The tension only grew thicker.
“You couldn’t fucking call?” she finally snapped, her voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. She set her glass down on the table with a sharp clink, her eyes blazing with anger. “One goddamn call, Marvin. That’s all I needed.”
“I’m sorry,” Marvin said, straightening up, his frustration starting to bubble to the surface. “Shit went left with Soldier Boy, and I didn’t have time.”
“Didn’t have time?” Jasmine’s voice rose. She stood up, stepping closer to him, her anger giving her strength. “You didn’t have time to let me know if you were alive or dead? Do you have any idea how many hours I’ve been sitting here, wondering if I’m gonna have to raise our daughter on my own?”
Marvin clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “I’m out there trying to protect you, Jasmine, trying to keep our family safe. You think I want to leave you hanging? You think I enjoy this shit?”
“I don’t know what you enjoy anymore, Marvin,” Jasmine shot back. “All I know is you’re obsessed with killing this man, and it’s tearing us apart. You’re not the same person I married. Every time you leave, I’m scared you’re not coming back.”
Marvin’s anger flared, and the frustration he had been holding in all day spilled over. “This isn’t about me, Jasmine! That motherfucker destroyed my family. I can’t walk away from that. I won’t. If I don’t take him down, who the fuck will?”
“But what about our family?” Jasmine’s voice cracked, her eyes filling with tears. “What about Malia? What about me? Every time you go out there, it feels like I’m losing you a little more. I don’t want to lose you, Marvin, but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep sitting here, night after night, waiting for that knock on the door telling me you’re never coming home.”
Marvin’s anger wavered as he looked into her eyes, seeing the fear and pain there. His heart twisted in his chest, the weight of his guilt crashing down on him. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice softer now. He reached out, pulling her into his arms.
Jasmine resisted for a moment. Then, she melted into his embrace, her tears soaking his shirt. “I don’t want to lose you either. I’m doing this for us, Jas. I need you to understand that. But I know... I know it’s not fair to you.”
She buried her face in his chest, her body quaking with silent sobs. “I don’t care about revenge, Marvin. I want my husband back. I want Malia to have her father.”
Marvin held her tight, his tears threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise you, once this is over, I’ll be here. I’ll be the husband you need, the father Malia deserves. Just hold on a little longer.”
Jasmine nodded against his chest, her heart heavy but a little bit of the tension easing as she clung to him. She wanted to believe him, needed to believe him.
In the dim light of the living room, they stood holding each other, trying to piece together the fragments of their shattered world. After a long moment, Marvin pulled back, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
“Come here, beautiful,” he said.
He guided her to the couch, pulling her down onto his lap. She curled into him, resting her head on his shoulder. The steady beat of his heart soothed her frazzled nerves.
“Promise me you’ll come home every night,” Jasmine whispered, her voice small and fragile.
“I promise,” Marvin replied, his lips brushing against her curls. “I’ll always come back to you. Always.”
Marvin cradled her chin, tilting her face to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked, and the world around them seemed to vanish. When his lips finally touched hers, the initial contact sent a sharp, electric thrill through her body.
He traced her lips with his tongue. Her lips were soft and inviting under his touch. He bit her bottom lip. Then, he sucked it into his mouth. He tasted the faint sweetness of her skin. A quiet moan escaped her.
Marvin’s hand slid up her back, the warmth of his touch spreading like a slow fire. He held her tighter, the soft fabric of her nightie bunching under his grip as the kiss deepened.
When they finally pulled away, Marvin rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. Her fingers traced his jaw. The softness of his beard brushed her fingertips. Its warm, velvety texture contrasted with the roughness she expected.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Show me how much you love me,” she purred. Her eyes darkened with desire.
Jasmine stood up and grabbed Marvin’s hand. His warm skin sent a shiver up her arm. She guided him upstairs, their weight making them groan.
In the bedroom, cool, dim light filtered through the door, creating a soft, intimate glow. The wine had left Jasmine tipsy, and their steamy make-out session had her clit throbbing with need. Her skin flushed from the drink and their growing tension.
Jasmine grasped the frayed edges of Marvin’s brown leather jacket. Its worn threads strained as she pulled it down his shoulders. The scent of leather and his cologne—earthy and familiar—filled her, grounding her in the moment.
“I miss you so much,” she murmured, her voice thick with longing. Her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made her chest tighten. “Especially on nights like this.”
Marvin’s gaze darkened, his eyes following her every movement as she undressed him. His breath quickened. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. Lust surged through him.
“What do you do when you’re alone, baby?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Jasmine’s eyes fluttered closed. Her mind drifted back to those lonely nights—the cool sheets against her skin. The empty room’s echoing silence. She would touch herself. Her fingers traced the paths she imagined Marvin’s hands would take. She was trying to fill the void his absence had left.
“I play with my pussy, baby,” she said. Her voice was soft but heavy with her confession.
“Oh, yeah?”
She nodded, her hands sliding under his white tee. The warmth of his skin met her palms, and his chest was smooth and firm under her touch.
She craved that skin-to-skin touch, like a lifeline. It could tether her to Marvin, the man she missed so much.
Marvin raised his arms, letting her slip his shirt off and drop it to the floor. His arms circled her waist, pulling her close. His warm skin radiated like a magnet, drawing her in. Soon, their bodies were flush against each other.
He reached behind her, lifting her nightie, his hands sliding over her skin until they gripped her ass. His big hands squeezed, firm but gentle, eliciting a soft whimper from Jasmine as he massaged her ass.
He spread her cheeks, the motion so intimate that a quiet, wet sound escaped from between her legs.
Jasmine felt his erection pressing against her through his jeans. She couldn’t resist. She rubbed her front against it. The friction sparked a desperate need between them.
Marvin bit his lip, his eyes dark with anticipation. “You feel that?”
“Uh huh,” Jasmine replied. A shiver of pleasure raced down her spine, making her head loll back.
He craned his neck, his lips brushing against her neck and collarbone. His warm breath against her skin and his soft kisses sent a shiver through her. “Show Daddy how you play with that pussy.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Jasmine moved onto the bed, and the sheets cooled against her heated skin. Her eyes, burning with a fierce desire, stayed locked on Marvin. Her breath quickened as she spread her legs, feeling the heat coil within her.
The laced thong slid against her skin. She tugged it aside, revealing her glistening wetness. Her slick folds glimmered in the dim light as she lay there, exposed.
“So wet for you,” Jasmine moaned, her breath hitched with each gentle stroke. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over her swollen, sensitive clit.
The sensation sent waves of heat through her. Her eyes, dark with desire, stayed locked onto his. They caught every flicker of his need.
As he focused on her, his chest rose and fell. His jeans strained against the growing hardness beneath them, seemed almost too tight.
Jasmine’s fingers slipped through her slick folds. She gathered the warm moisture that pooled there. Her touch grew more insistent as her arousal deepened. Her moans echoed in the charged air between them.
She touched her finger to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to taste the slickness on her fingertip.
Jasmine hummed in satisfaction, savoring the taste. “Mm, so good. Want a taste?” she purred, her voice dripping with temptation.
“Fuckin’ tease,” he growled, his voice rough with need.
In a swift motion, he yanked her to the edge of the bed, her ass hanging over the edge. She gasped. The sudden shift sent a jolt of excitement through her.
He dropped to his knees, his strong hands gripping her thighs with a firm, almost possessive hold. The pressure built as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and her body arched toward him.
His breath ghosted over her skin, making her shiver. The tension between them reached a fever pitch. Jasmine glanced down at Marvin’s head between her thick thighs.
His eyes, dark and wild with hunger, locked onto hers. A feral intensity burned within them, thrilling Jasmine. He looked like a man possessed, eager to devour every inch of her exposed flesh.
Marvin leaned in, then kissed her slick slit. The heat of his lips sent shivers through her body. She felt the warmth of his breath before his tongue darted out, tracing a teasing path along her folds.
He wrapped his lips around her swollen clit, the soft warmth of his mouth sending a shiver through her. He started with gentle suction, a sweet tease.
Then, he increased the pressure. Drew Jasmine deeper into the rising pleasure.
The feeling shot a bolt of pleasure through her. Her back arched as she gasped, “Oh, yesss,” her voice trembled.
Marvin moaned against her pussy. The sound vibrated through her sensitive flesh. His taste buds reveled in her sweetness. Her pussy had a rich, intoxicating flavor. It sent a rush of pleasure through him, fueling his desire.
Jasmine whined. His moan rippled through her clit, sending sparks up her spine.
With a shaky breath, she pulled the straps of her nightie down her shoulders. The soft fabric slid over her skin as she freed her breasts. The cool air brushed against her nipples, already stiff with arousal.
She cupped one breast in her hand, squeezing it, while her other hand found its way to Marvin’s head. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she caressed the back of his neck.
His hot, wet tongue slithered up and down her slick folds. His skillful tongue and his moans pushed her closer to the edge. Her body ached for release.
Marvin moaned against her pussy, his taste buds exploding from her sweetness. He loved the way she tasted. Jasmine felt the vibration of his moan hit her clit, and her back arched off the bed.
He pulled back from her slick pussy to catch his breath, and his beard glistened with her juices.
The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, and he took a moment to cherish it before leaning back in. His tongue flicked out, teasing her swollen clit. His light, delicate strokes made her shudder.
Without breaking eye contact, he spat on her pussy. The warm liquid mixed with her wetness, and he plunged his fat tongue deep into her slit.
“Oooh, eat that pussy, baby,” Jasmine cried, her voice trembling with need. She squeezed her breasts, her nipples hard against her palms.
Her body responded to every touch, every lick, with an intensity that made her toes curl. Marvin’s lust-filled eyes never left hers.
It was a silent command to watch as he lapped up her juices, his tongue moving with a ruthless rhythm.
A familiar tension coiled deep in her core. It signaled her approaching orgasm. Marvin was relentless. His mouth worked her over with expert precision, aiming to drain every drop out of her.
Jasmine’s back arched, and her legs trembled. The pleasure overwhelmed her. Moisture seeped between her thighs, pooling beneath her. Her orgasm built to a breaking point.
“Marvin, baby, I’m cumming,” she announced, breathless. The first wave of release crashed through her.
Marvin pulled away, and a string of her slickness connected them. He shifted his focus back to her swollen clit; his large thumb circled it. The pressure was light at first, teasing her overstimulated nerves. Then, with deliberate intent, he pressed down.
The sudden intensity was too much. Jasmine’s orgasm shot through her like a lightning strike. Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Her legs trembled, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Shit,” she whispered as the last ripples of her climax coursed through her.
Marvin, thorough as ever, leaned down to lick her pussy. His tongue lapped up every drop of her release. He savored the taste.
When he finally finished, he climbed on top of her, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. His hand found her chin, tilting her head up as he captured her mouth in a heated kiss.
Jasmine moaned into his mouth. The taste of her on his tongue was both familiar and arousing. It reminded him of everything he had done to her.
Their lips parted, and the warmth of their kiss was still in the air. Marvin’s gaze wandered over her body. His eyes lingered on every curve. He relished her from head to toe. His breath quickened with desire.
“Turn around and let me see that ass,” he demanded, his voice a commanding growl. “Poke it out for me.”
Jasmine’s legs felt like jelly, quivering under his burning gaze. The tremors in her thighs matched her racing heart. Her breath caught as she rotated to face the other direction.
Kneeling, she felt the bed’s softness clash with the raw need pulsing in her. She reached out, her fingers clutching the pillow. It was something solid to hold onto. She braced herself, her breaths shallow and uneven.
Following his orders, she arched her back and stuck her ass out. Her skin burned with heat under his stare.
Marvin stood behind her, his hands kneading and spreading her ass with a firm, practiced touch. The heat of his palms clashed with the cool air. It heightened his awareness of every stroke.
He licked his thumb before bringing it down to the rim of her ass. His thumb rubbed in tiny, deliberate circles. It sent chills through her body and made her back arch.
“Straighten up, I won’t tell you again,” he warned.
His firm tone cut through the tense air and made her body stiffen. Marvin’s hands ran over her soft curves, his touch firm as he rubbed her from behind.
He bent forward, sliding her nightie up, fabric caressing her skin. His lips followed. They pressed warm, lingering kisses along her spine, up to her neck, and finally to her shoulder.
“Good girl, so wet for me,” he said, his voice rough with desire. His finger slipped between her warm folds and explored her slick heat before pushing inside.
The sudden intrusion made Jasmine tense up. A breathy moan escaped her lips as her body instinctively responded to the pleasure.
His finger slid in and out of her soaking pussy. The slick friction made a symphony of lewd, wet noises that filled the room. As he added another finger, she moaned louder. The pressure and fullness filled her with a raw, primal pleasure.
“Fuck,” she breathed out. Her words were barely audible. She ground against Marvin’s fingers, seeking more delicious friction.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Marvin’s fingers pounded deeper, curling inside her like he was digging for treasure. It brought her closer to the edge.
Marvin smirked as her pussy clenched around his fingers. Her body responded to his every move.
“You like that shit, huh?” he teased. His voice dripped with cockiness.
“Yes, baby,” Jasmine panted, her orgasm building fast. “I’m about to cum.”
Marvin’s fingers pulled away from her as the waves of release surged.
The sudden loss of feeling made Jasmine unravel. A loud, desperate whine tore from her throat, her need clear.
Without hesitation, Marvin reacted. His hand came down hard on her ass. The sharp crack of the impact echoed through the room.
The sting pulsed through her skin, leaving a burning imprint that made her suck in the air. It left her desperate for release.
She heard Marvin behind her. The muted thud of his shoes hitting the floor punctuated the growing tension. His belt buckle clinked as he undid it, and then she heard the soft rustle of his zipper sliding down.
Her heart began to race, each beat a loud drum in her ears, as the anticipation tightened within her.
Marvin’s dick sprung free with a slight bob, pre-cum oozing from the flushed tip. He gathered the glistening liquid with a slow stroke. He massaged it over the head. The slickness added a sheen to his length.
Jasmine looked back at him, her gaze filled with admiration as she took in the sight of him in all his naked glory.
His dick was beautiful, long, and thick, each vein standing out. His fat, plump balls hung heavy. Their fullness made her mouth water.
“Damn, you gonna fuck me with all that?” Jasmine teased, her voice playful and full of desire. She batted her long lashes at him, a smirk on the corners of her lips.
“Only good girls get this dick,” he replied, his tone firm. He pressed the tip of his thick shaft against her entrance. Her slick wetness coated it. He teased her enough to make her squirm.
“Are you a good girl?” he asked, his gaze intense, waiting for her response.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped, her voice quivering with pleasure.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m a good girl,” she replied, her voice soft but obedient, the words tumbling out as she braced herself.
He slapped her ass again, harder this time. The sound was sharp and satisfying in the air. He watched, satisfied, as her flesh recoiled. The slap stung and sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
“Say it again,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
“I’m a good girl, Daddy!” she cried out. The intensity of her voice surprised her, and the words echoed through the room.
Her ass cheeks burned. Every smack stung, but she fought through the pain. The sharp pain only heightened her senses and made her pussy even more slippery.
Marvin grabbed her hips with a firm grip and pushed his thick tip into her entrance.
Jasmine’s jaw went slack, and a moan caught in her throat as he buried himself deep inside her, filling her. The stretch was intense, every inch of him pressing against her sensitive walls.
“Tight ass pussy,” Marvin groaned, his voice rough with lust. “Let me hear you, baby girl.”
“Oh, that dick is so big,” Jasmine whimpered as she struggled to hold on.
Her knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets; the mix of pain and pleasure drove her wild. No amount of foreplay could prepare her for the stretch of his fat dick, no matter how wet she got.
“Hmm, what do you want me to do to you?” Marvin asked as he rolled his hips at an angle. The deep, rhythmic motion drove him deeper inside her.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” she begged, her eyes glazed with lust as she looked back at him.
Every fiber of her being was hungry for that dick, craving the rough fucking that only he could give her.
“Use me, Daddy,” she whispered, her words desperate. She begged him to take her, as she knew he could.
She shook her ass against his dick. Her teasing, deliberate movement swayed her hips. It made him feel every curve of her body pressing against him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, a sly, sultry look that sent a spark of heat through him.
Marvin let out a low, primal growl, his restraint snapping. His need surged. He set a relentless pace, slamming into her. He fucked her like he hated her; every thrust was hard and punishing. His grip on her hips was unyielding.
Their bodies collided, echoing through the room. Marvin’s brutal pace left her breathless as he pounded her without mercy.
Jasmine’s eyes crossed, her vision blurring as she saw stars dancing behind her eyelids. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her breath hitching in her throat as if caught in a riptide of sensation.
She felt like she was floating outside her body, and an overwhelming wave of euphoria consumed her.
Marvin’s massive palm slammed onto her ass, delivering a violent shock. Jasmine’s fingers clenched the sheets, and her knuckles turned white. She arched her back, pushing her hips higher.
“Oh, Daddy, beat this pussy up, oh fuck,” she screamed, her voice raw with need. The sound vibrated through the heated air.
The force of Marvin’s hips crashing into her ass created a sharp, rhythmic crack that echoed off the walls.
Marvin’s breath came in rough, heavy bursts, each one matching the intensity of his strokes. He grunted. He fixed his gaze on her slick, swollen lips. They gripped his shaft, glistening with her juices.
The creamy evidence of her arousal gathered at the base of his dick, a thick, wet ring that only spurred him on. “Look at that shit,” he growled.
He removed one of his hands from her waist, sliding it up her back and grabbing her nightie. The fabric crumpled in his fist as he pulled her closer. The bed creaked beneath them with each thrust.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, highlighting the sheen of sweat on their bodies.
Marvin leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he gripped the back of her neck. “You love giving this pussy up, don’t you?” he whispered.
“I love it, baby, so fuckin’ much,” she panted.
His hand moved up to cup one of her bouncing breasts, his fingers kneading her soft flesh.
He toyed with her nipples, pulling and twisting as her moans filled the air, lost in the heat of the moment.
“Give it to me, baby. Keep givin’ me that pussy,” Marvin urged as he slammed into her with brutal force. The slap of his heavy balls against her clit left her speechless.
Her mouth fell open as a thin line of drool slipped down her chin. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back, overwhelmed by the relentless pace.
Marvin’s hot, sweaty chest pressed against her back, his skin seared into hers as he drove her into the mattress. He tightened his grip on her curls, yanking her head back. Jasmine yelped.
His breath scorched her neck as he pressed his face against it, drawing in her fragrance. His tongue flicked out. It tasted her salty, tangy skin. A hint of sweetness sent a shiver down his spine.
Marvin’s jaw clenched. Her pussy pulsed around his dick, squeezing him. The need was so intense it almost broke his resolve. But Marvin held back, refusing to let go before her. She always came first.
“Fuck me,” she cried, her voice high and desperate. “Oh, Daddy, I’m cumming!”
“Come on, baby, let it go,” Marvin growled, urging her on.
“Marvin!” she screamed, her body convulsing. “Don’t stop, I’m right there, d—oh fuck!” Her words turned into incoherent moans as she peaked. Her body writhed under him as the orgasm ripped through her.
Jasmine’s juices dripped from her swollen pussy, coating Marvin’s dick and pooling at the base. He stayed deep inside her, thrusting slowly and steadily. Her orgasm grew as her pussy clenched around him, leaking more with every movement.
Marvin kissed her neck, his lips lingering on her heated skin. His hand roamed down, caressing her ass with a firm, reassuring touch.
“There you go, good girl,” he whispered, his breath warm against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
With ease, Marvin slipped out of her pussy. The thick tip of his dick dragged along her sensitive entrance. It made her groan with a mix of pleasure and emptiness.
Marvin chuckled at her reaction. He turned her over, swiftly shifting her body.
He didn’t waste a moment, leaning down to capture her lips in a sloppy, heated kiss. The taste of him, the press of his mouth against hers, reignited the fire within her. His hot, wet tongue explored her mouth. It made her pussy quiver with renewed desire.
Marvin gave her lips a quick, teasing peck before pulling away and climbing off the bed. The cool air rushed between them as he stood over her, towering with an air of command.
He wrapped his hand around his slick, throbbing dick. He stroked it from base to tip, never taking his eyes off hers.
“Come lick this shit up,” he ordered.
Jasmine slid off the bed, dropping to her knees in submission. The soft carpet pressed against her legs as she looked up at him.
She could feel the heat from his massive thighs. She placed her hands on them and rubbed them up and down in slow strokes. His muscles tensed at her touch. They were hard and powerful. She couldn’t help but admire his strength.
Her eyes locked onto his dick, still slick with her juices, twitching. She leaned forward, breath warm against his skin. She wanted to please him, so she prepared to take him into her mouth.
Marvin’s eyes narrowed as he glared down at her, a mix of dominance and desire in his stare.
He tapped the swollen tip of his dick against her full, parted lips, smearing his pre-cum across them. The sticky warmth lingered on her skin. She licked it up, loving the taste.
A moan of pleasure vibrated through her chest. Without hesitation, she popped the tip into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him as she slurped, drawing him deeper.
“Fuck,” Marvin groaned, his voice rough and strained. His head fell back, lost in the sensation as his hand instinctively reached for her hair. His fingers tangled in her soft curls.
Jasmine’s hand grasped his thigh, her fingers tracing taut, defined muscle. Her other hand gripped the thick base of his dick. She squeezed as she eased him further down her throat, inch by inch.
She felt the weight and heat of him as he slid deeper, filling her mouth until there was no more room.
But Marvin, impatient, bucked his hips. He thrust forward with a sudden, forceful motion. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, pushing past her gag reflex.
Jasmine gagged. Her throat tightened around him. Her saliva coated his length, making it easier for him to slide in and out. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away.
“Swallow this dick, pretty girl,” he moaned. The sensation of her throat stretching to accommodate him sent a shudder through him.
Jasmine hollowed her cheeks, bopped her head up and down as she stroked the base of his dick. The other hand played with his balls, squeezing every so often.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. His hips jolted forward, muscles stiffening as he held her head fast.
Her mouth was warm and wet mouth around him. Her throat tightened with each thrust. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm as he pushed deeper, each movement more urgent.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised. There was a hint of breathlessness in his tone. “Keep taking care of Daddy like that.” His eyes darkened with lust. “And I’ll make sure to bust in that wet pussy.”
Jasmine removed her hand from his balls and reached down to play with her pussy. The way he took her throat made her so wet.
She rubbed her nub between her fingers as she continued deep-throating him. When it started feeling too good, Marvin grabbed Jasmine’s hair and pulled his dick out of her mouth.
“Did I tell you to touch that pussy?” Marvin’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine.
“No,” Jasmine replied, her voice small, the weight of his question pressing down on her.
“No, what?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Good girl, my ass,” he muttered, his tone cold and unforgiving.
Marvin’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening with disgust. Her disobedience seemed to strike a nerve, and a flash of disappointment darkened his gaze.
“Get up and sit on this dick,” he commanded.
Jasmine rose from the floor, her skin from the cool air as she peeled her nightie off over her head. The soft fabric brushed against her arms before she let it slip from her fingers and onto the floor.
Now completely nude, her body shimmered in the low light. Every curve and contour glowed. The chill caused her nipples to stiffen.
Marvin’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. His dick pulsed as he admired her. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. He took in the smooth lines of her hips and the gentle slope of her belly.
Jasmine climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Marvin adjusted against the headboard, her thighs pressed against him, warm.
He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies were flush against each other.
Her fingers reached down to grab his thick, rigid shaft. She guided him to her entrance. As she positioned herself, her wetness teased the tip.
Marvin leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a tender, lingering kiss. The warmth of their breath mingled, their eyes locking in an intimate gaze.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and desire.
Jasmine sighed as she sank onto his dick. Her eyes fixed downward, watching him disappear inside her; a low moan escaped her lips.
“I love this so dick much,” she murmured, breathy with pleasure as she ground against him.
Marvin’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh as she rode him. The heat of her skin burned under his palms, the rhythm of her hips driving him wild. He squeezed her ass, feeling the tension in her muscles as she moved.
“Yeah, just like that,” he groaned, his voice rough with need.
Jasmine’s slick folds glided over his thick length. “It’s so fuckin’ big,” she hissed, her eyes half-closed in bliss.
Then, with a sharp smack, he popped her ass cheek. The sound echoed in the room, the sting making her gasp. “Mhm. Bounce on this dick,” he instructed, gripping her tighter.
The sound of their skin meeting filled the room with the soft creaks of the bed. Each time she came down on him, his dick hit her G-spot. Her body shook, and her walls constricted around him like they were going to snap.
“Ooh, fuck, you’re hitting my spot,” Jasmine rasped, her voice breathless.
“I feel that shit,” Marvin said. He tightened his grip on her hips, holding her in place. He began pounding up into her, each thrust deep and powerful, driving her closer to the edge.
His hand shot up to the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her closer. His forehead tilted close, his warm breath brushing against her lips.
“You gonna cum on Daddy’s dick like this, baby?” he rasped, his voice rough and commanding. The heat between them was almost unbearable as he pushed her to the brink.
“Yes, Daddy!” Jasmine whimpered, her eyes rolled back into her skull. “I’m about to cum so hard. Oh my God, I love you so much!”
“I love you too, baby. Shit, I’m about to bust deep in that pussy,” Marvin moaned. He jerked his hips against hers with abrupt force.
His thrusts were urgent and powerful, driven by a need to release. Their bodies collided in a heated, frantic rhythm. Jasmine’s tightness around him pushed him closer to the edge.
“Yes, I need it, baby,” she begged as she dug her nails into the back of his arms, gripping him. “Ooh, I’m cumming!”
A breathless cry escaped her lips. Her body surrendered to the pleasure. The climax surged through her with an unstoppable force.
“Ah, fuck,” Marvin grunted. His body tensed as his dick twitched, releasing hot streams of cum deep inside her.
She pulsed around him, her muscles contracting. They milked him for every last drop as they rode out the final moments of their shared release.
Their chests rose and fell in unison. Her skin was slick, with a thin sheen of sweat mixed with his. Their bodies' warmth still clung to the afterglow.
Marvin wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. The softness of his lips against her damp skin sent a soothing wave of comfort through her.
With a gentle touch, he eased out of her. Their connection broke, but the intimacy lingered.
He shifted her onto the bed, her body settling into the sheets as he stood up. She watched him sleepily as he padded into the bathroom.
The light from the doorway cast his silhouette in a gentle glow. The sound of running water drifted into the room as he wet a rag, and a moment later, he returned to her side.
Marvin used the damp cloth to clean between her thighs, wiping away the remnants of their passion. The rag’s coolness against her sensitive skin made her shiver.
When he finished, Marvin climbed back into bed, pulling her close once more. Jasmine nestled against him, her head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart beneath her ear lulled her to peace.
“I love you, and I’m sorry baby,” Marvin murmured, his voice tender.
His fingers traced gentle, soothing patterns on her back. The words he spoke were a vow etched in the air between them. “I promise I’ll take care of you and Malia. Always.”
Jasmine closed her eyes and felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders. A happy little smile spread across her face.
She snuggled in closer to him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. His warm arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and cozy.
In the quiet moment, everything else melted away, leaving only the two of them lost in their little world.
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