<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><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Giving Eric a Good Time<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric | CLOSED</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Ohh yesss,” Marley gasped in response as his fingers ran over his hard nipples and massaged her breasts warmly. <em>This</em> was the Eric she wanted: attentive, powerful but not possessive. His rough palms pressed into her sweaty, ripe skin and she groaned again, as his mouth suckled her shoulder passionately. She knew she would heal, but this time she wished she could keep Eric's love bite. “Uhhh, Eric I can’t hold it, I’m gonna, Ohhh…” Marley bit her lip as his warm, wet mouth moved from her shoulder, up her neck to her very sensitive earlobe, stimulating it between his lips. She loved being touched, in multiple areas at once; the pleasure was everywhere, so that it was almost unbearable, so that when she came it was a powerful release. <br/><br/>And that was what was happening right now. “Yesss… Please touch me… Don’t stop touching me.” The words barely escaped her before she felt her orgasm break. Marley shuddered around his thick shaft again, releasing another burst of cum on his cock. “Ohhhhhh,” she whispered this time, and suddenly grinded into lap with her hips. <em>Slap, slap, slap.</em> His cock thrusted into her again, and again, causing <em>more</em> of her juices to leak over him. <br/><br/>“All I want is for you to cum,” she breathed, earnestly, now leaving him deep inside her and rocking her hips back and forth on his lap. The sides of his cock rubbed against the wet walls of her pussy and she groaned. She knew Eric was close to cumming because he had said so, but she could <em>feel</em> it too. His cock was pulsing inside of her, so full with lust. She had cum for him many times. If he held back any longer, it was bound to get uncomfortable. “Cum for me Eric,” Marley encouraged, shifting her tight ass left and right on his big lap so that his cock stroked her g-spot. She grabbed at his arms that were wrapped around her in sheer ecstasy, but she didn’t stop. This time wasn't about her.<br/><br/>If Eric didn’t cum, if he didn’t feel good, if he didn’t feel pleasure… Then what was the point of his aggression? Could it really have been just to assert his dominance? To hurt <em>her</em> like she hurt <em>him</em>? Marley twisted her head and tried her best to look at him. It wasn’t easy, being held so tightly in his cold grasp. “This is about your pleasure, Eric. Not just mine,” she almost growled, “so cum deep inside of me. Claim my wet pussy with your hard cock and then let me fuck you like I’ve wanted to since I came into your bedroom.” Her words were dirtier than the desert sand outside, but they were still true. She had wanted him on top of her. Just <em>him</em>, and no one else. Why did it feel like he was playing games with her feelings? If she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t have let him hurt her in his bed. If she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t be in his cool embrace right now. Even thought she had slept with Kaine, she still cared about him. She wanted to make this work with him. “Please, Eric,” Marley cooed, and started to hump his cock again, just as fast and as hard as he had showed her moments ago. <em>Slap, slap, slap.</em><br/></span>