<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Eric's Bedroom/Office</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/90/a4/38/90a438ed5013946c9ecb18d0c4f3da80.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black lace underwear<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Mischief<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>--<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Eric | CLOSED<br/><hr/>He kept teasing her. Pushing her climax further and further with his damn shadows and his wet, full mouth. Until he finally flipped her over... well, not really. Suddenly her face was in his pillows, and she could feel him adjust her black underwear, just so there was enough room for his hard cock to nudge against her tight, wet pussy.<br/><br/>"Eric!" Marley growled, partly muffled by his pillows.<em>They smelled like him.</em>This was<em>not</em>what she meant, and he<em>knew</em>that. She wanted him on top, where she could actually watch what he was doing to her. She wanted her underwear off.<em>She felt so vulnerable like this. </em>Especially when he slowly,<em>slowly</em>pushed himself inside of her. He was so big, her walls had to stretch for him. "Nnooo Mhhmmm," Marley groaned into his pillow, as he slapped her ass, punishing her. She felt her skin sting in one instant, and then nothing the next.<em>Her powers.</em>They were healing the red marks Eric was creating on her behind. Her orgasm was so close, what was he doing? Why was he being so<em>rough</em>?<br/><br/><em>Who did she belong to?</em>No one. Why did that matter -- "Ahh Hmmmm," she cried into his pillows as he slapped her ass harder. The sting returned for longer, and then left like before. She felt his cock go just a few inches deeper and she squirmed against his bed in agony. He taunted her more, still wanting an answer to a question she didn't --<em>Oh fuck.</em>Some of the color drained from Marley's face. But he couldn't have known. They were so quiet. His hard cock went just a little bit deeper, and Marley whimpered.<em>He knew about her and Kaine.</em>He was being rough because he was<em>jealous.</em>Part of her was surprised, but the other part was annoyed. Eric knew she wanted an open relationship. She rarely left the house --<em>who</em>did he think she was being open with? And, if he knew, why the fuck had she been so quiet with Kaine the other night? Being quiet was hard! And now Eric was... what, preventing her orgasm until she agreed that he owned her?<br/><br/>He had her pinned with his throbbing cock, face down in his bed.<em>Of course he owned her right now.</em>Marley tried in vain to shift on the bed, squirming against his hands and his cock, but it was no use. She breathed heavily, sweat dripping into his pillow. "You..." she half gasped, half growled, turning her cheek into his pillow to speak as clear as possible. "Eric owns me tonight," she took a few deep breaths, still feeling him half-way inside her tight, aching clit, "and I want his cock all the way inside of me," Marley growled, staring at the wall next to his bed angrily.