Don't Wanna Try
Chapter 29
“Your mother’s a little nuts,” he commented as they entered their hotel suite.
“I know—sorry. I appreciated you coming, though.”
“My mother’s worse…it’s just, one minute your mom is playing the good mom, and the next she’s cutting you down!”
“I’m used to it,” she shrugged.
He nodded. “I don’t think your Mom likes me—”
“What makes you say that?” Vanessa asked bewildered.
“I dunno… I just don’t get the feeling that she does.”
“Oh, well. I didn’t make it this far by listening to her opinions.”
“What’s my schedule like tomorrow?” he asked as he settled next to her on the couch, in front of the television.
“Not too busy, since it’s almost time for you to go home.”
“Oh, good. What do you want to do then?”
“Nothing really. I, uh, kind of wanted to show you something.”
“What?”
“It’s a place, just a little out of the city.”
“Sure, we can go.”
“Thanks,” she replied and kissed him on the cheek. “Anything you wanna watch?”
“Try MTV,” he suggested.
She did, and his image flickered over the screen. “You’re everywhere. Isn’t that weird?”
He laughed a little. “It was at first, but I’ve gotten used to seeing myself. I’m still kinda like, get that ugly mug off, but whatever…”
“You have a cute mug, silly.”
Marshall blushed slightly. “Whatever.”
“Oh my god! It’s me—what am I doing on MTV?” she yelped as she saw herself on the television screen.
“It’s the MTV awards,” he replied simply, as if it was the most obvious answer.
“Oh, man…”
“What?”
“I’ve just never been on TV before. It’s weird!”
“Well, you’re stuck with me, so you better get used to it!” he teased.
“It’s a sacrifice I’ll just have to make!”
“Just who is this gorgeous brunette on hip hop’s reigning king’s arm? Old friend? Sources say this mystery woman is none other than the late record label tycoon Mark Wilson’s daughter! Could this be Eminem’s latest protégée?” one of the newscasters announced.
“How the hell did they find out?” she stammered.
“They’re the media. Shit, they know when we take a piss. I don’t know how they do it, but they do.”
She sighed. “Protégée? Yeah, right!”
“You could get back into music, if you wanted.”
“I don’t want to,” Vanessa replied firmly. “I’m too old anyway.”
“Oh, if you’re too old, what am I? Grandpa?”
“Um…yes, Grandpa Marshall. You’re not old for a rapper. I’m old for a pop artist. Like I really want to compete with Britney and Christina. Do you see any fake boobs here?” she said primly.
He laughed appreciatively. “Nope, all real,” he replied as his hands squeezed her breasts tenderly.
“Mhm!” she giggled and moved out of his way.
“Come back here,” he replied disgruntled.
“In a sec!”
She slid to floor onto her knees in front of him and looked at him with hungry eyes.
“What are you gonna do down there, huh?” he grinned.
“Oh, I don’t know… I thought I’d clean the table,” she cast a wayward look at the glass coffee table behind her.”
“Yeah?”
She knew he was getting the full picture—in living color—while her hands undid his pants’ buttons and effortlessly slid the zipper down. He lifted slightly as she tugged at his pants and boxers so she could gain better access to the prize she was after.
He groaned when he felt the warmth of her small hand clasping around his erection, slowly pumping it to fullness. Her hair tickled his thighs as she blew lightly on his girth, cooling him temporarily, and then her mouth encased him—consequently, he felt himself approach boiling point at the simple sensation brought on by her tongue sweeping alongside him.
“I love having you in my mouth,” she said sultrily while still having him within her mouth.
The sound of her words vibrated against him, twisting and electrifying his nerve endings, and forced him to let out a low moan.
“Damn, baby…” he remarked in awe at her sunken cheeks splashed with a pinkish hue.
She intensified the pressure she was exerting as she brought him deeper into her mouth, allowing him to push against her throat. While relaxing herself, she took him to the hilt, burying him in her mouth and throat.
The moment he saw all of himself disappear, he felt the waves of ecstasy thundering, and when she pulled away only to take him back, he was pushed over the ledge and fell—pouring himself down her throat.
Satisfied, she licked her lips and let him withdraw. “I have the taste of Marshall in my mouth…”
“You’re gonna kill me with that kind of talk!” he growled and pulled her up to meet his lips in a crushing, passionate kiss.
Chapter 30Author: zines@aol.com
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