He smiled at the thought that Mr. King was nice enough to do this for them. He had never had a boss like Mr. King. Mr. King had taken Marcel under his wing the last time he did a bid. He had to find a job that his parole officer would approve of and could check in on him from time to time. Since the last time he was in, he had made up his mind that he was going to change his direction in his life. He was not going to go back to the banging and taking things that were not his.
His memory went back to the day he was sentenced. He had only been 16 at the time, there was a robbery that had gone bad and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. His choices put someone in the hospital and they now were paralyzed from the waist down. The Judge had strong words for him and gave him 6 years without early release to ‘sit and think about his actions and where his life was headed.’ As he put it.
For those 6 years, 2 of them were him fighting with the system. Trying to prove that he was not in the wrong; that was until that person came to visit him in the wheelchair. For some reason, the victim needed to make amends with Marcel. He needed Marcel’s forgiveness for all the anger he held inside towards him. His name was Michael and he had been on his way to an engagement party the night Marcel and his buddies changed his life.
Inside Marcel had a lot of time to think and no control over his life except to learn and move forward, with hopes of getting out and changing his course. He got his G.E.D. and learned how to cook in the kitchen, learned the pecking order of the prison, learned how to survive and learned he did not want to be like his dad and a repeat offender. He wanted out of the lifestyle he had become a part of the last time they took his dad to the walls of brick and iron bars. This was not his life and he would not accept it.
Ebony wrote him every week and visited once a month as her work would allow. They had become closer than they ever had been and she promised to stay by his side once he got out and began his life again. When he went in the twins were 4 years old and his mom would not visit him inside, she would write and send pictures of the twins, yet she would never step foot inside those walls. She said it was too hard to see her son take the same path as his father.
He began to write his pain down on paper inside. He let everything pour out on that paper. He would send the words to Ebony and he did not know she was saving every piece he wrote and keeping it in a file for him for when he came out. Once he was released, it was Ebony who picked him up from those prison gates, it was her that had stood by him the whole time. He knew she was the one. He smiled at that first night they had together, she was so sweet in his arms.
She had rented a room for them to be alone. His mom was not quite ready for him to come home. The moment they hit the room, Marcel took Ebony once the door was shut. He remembered the kisses they shared, how he had her in the bathroom first as they showered and then the bed, against the wall, on the balcony. He took her everywhere. He kissed her everywhere as she did him. His mind flooded with the sweetness of her body and her touch. She had waited for him and that meant the world to him. He promised her that night after they had made love that he would change, that he had changed.
And he did change once he got home. He found 3 jobs to keep him busy, one of those jobs were with Mr. King. He started him off as a dishwasher. His parole officer loved to bust him down every time he came to the house or to his work. Always asking where he had been, was he banging again, was he using, where was he getting all his money from?
The questions never stopped. And finally he got his early release from parole and never looked back. He busted his ass from the moment he hit the ‘real world’ as he called it. Avoiding people, places and things as they would say. For Marcel, he worked so much he never had time for people, places or things.
He felt the tap on his shoulder, when he turned he saw Mr. King. Marcel nodded and left the room that he had known his whole life to go to a home that was not even in the same state. He walked quietly with Mr. King as they checked the small 3 bedroom for anything that might have been left behind. They walked not saying a word to each other. It was a comfortable quiet. Marcel never understood why Mr. King took such an interest in him. He never questioned it either. As they got in Mr. Kings car to follow the movers, Mr. King turned and looked at him.
“I want you in early tomorrow.” He began. “Around 1 pm to help set up for dinner.”
“Yes, Mr. King.” Marcel answered as he watched the projects disappear in the side mirror of the car. Marcel was hoping that meant he was going to move up in the kitchen and be able to do more than just wash the dishes. As they went through the Holland Tunnel to Jersey City, Mr. King pointed out where the path train was. As they drove the unfamiliar streets. Marcel noticed the houses and how they were getting bigger. He had not seen the house they were going to be living in.
When they arrived, the movers had already started unpacking as Marcel looked at the house. It was a mansion from where they came from. Sure it was one of the smaller houses on the block, it was still larger than he had expected. He did not understand this man he worked for and why he was doing all this. Mr. King and Marcel walked into the house and the size took his breath away. He looked at Mr. King and shook his hand and then hugged him. They were finally going to be able to make something out of this.
“Just be on time tomorrow okay.” Mr. King said after Marcel let go of him. “You have a lot to learn and I know that you are going to be busy helping your mom tonight with unpacking and setting up.” Ebony walked in and kissed Marcel on the cheek and smiled.
“Wait until you see the house Marcel.” She gushed. “Thank you Mr. King. For everything.” The twins were running around upstairs as Marcel’s mom came downstairs.
“Mr. King.” She began, “I don’t know how we will ever repay you.”
“There is no need Hetti.” Mr. King replied. “I want you all safe and for Deon and Deborah to have a chance to live. That is payment enough.”
“Would you like some coffee?” Hetti asked. “I don’t have supper made, I do have coffee.”
“No, I have to get home to go over the books.” Mr. King replied, “I just wanted to make sure Marcel made his way here safely. I will see you tomorrow Marcel.” Mr. King shook Marcel’s hand and turned to go as the sun was just beginning to set.
“Yes, Mr. King.” Marcel answered as he looked around. When Mr. King had said it was a 5 bedroom house with a basement, he knew that it was going to be large, he just did not expect it to be as large as it was. Ebony took him by the hand and began the tour. She was starting to show. As they went out back, Marcel grabbed her by the waist and turned her to him. His mouth came to hers as he kissed her. Her lips opened to encourage him more as her hand went down to his hardness as she rubbed. Their tongues twisted as she moaned into his mouth. As they released from their embrace, he looked around and smiled. Holding Ebony close, he knew that there was only up from here.
Settling in
The movers helped set up the beds and placed everything in the rooms. Hetti tried to tip them and they refused the money, informing her that Mr. King had already taken care of them. Ebony made a call to order in pizza and soda for dinner. Marcel wanted to see the basement and to take Ebony with him. He would bide his time until after his mom went to bed. Then he and Ebony would have their time together. As the pizza came and Marcel brought it in the house, Deon and Deborah danced around the dining room until Hetti made them sit down.
“Mr. King is a nice man.” Deon said as he took a bite of the pizza.
“Sure is.” Deborah agreed. She looked over at Marcel and grinned with pizza sauce on her chin.
“Eat up you two.” Hetti said as she moved around setting up little things in the dining room. “You have school tomorrow and we have a lot to do yet.”
“Mom,” Marcel looked at his mom move around, “come join us for dinner.” He sighed. His mom had worked all her life, even right after she had her children. She did not have a choice because of the choices his father made. Marcel was hoping to change that
soon. He wanted his mom to stay home with the twins and be able to do whatever she wanted to do.
“I will, I will Marcel.” Hetti responded. “I just want to get this done before I do. At least one of the rooms can be done. Now tomorrow, we can leave at the same time. I have to go to the city to pick up my paycheck.”
Finally everyone was sitting at the table and talking. Marcel kept looking at Ebony, he could not believe he was going to be a father soon. Everything was happening so fast. He had been laid up in the hospital for a month after he was shot. They were not even sure he would ever walk again. The bullet barely missed his spine. He had many things on his mind while in the hospital and the reality was it was almost like being back inside. He felt so confined.
Ebony started to clean off the table and Marcel took the twins to bed for his mom. Ebony came up behind Marcel as he looked in on Deon. The twins had never had separate rooms before, so he was not sure if this was going to work. He knew it would take time for everyone to settle into their new rooms. He felt Ebony’s arms around his waist and her belly against his backside.
Turning he took her into his arms and ran his hands down her back. He felt her shiver from his touch as she leaned up and kissed him. Her hands traced across his cheek as she led him down the stairs to their room. His hands moved across her ass cheeks as she walked, he liked the view he saw and told her quite frequently. He smacked her cheek slightly and she picked up her step as she led him to the room she had been working on all day.
He smiled as he saw the bed set up. Shutting the door behind him, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down. Removing his shirt, he watched her on her back and grinned. He pulled her to him as she gasped. His mouth crashing down on hers as she used her hands to undo his pants. She began to kiss down his chest as he removed her shirt and undid her bra. His hands went around to her full breast as he played with the nipples. She pushed his pants down so he could kick them off and found his hardness. Placing the tip in her mouth, she nipped and licked then looked up at him with her soft brown eyes.
He placed his hands on her shoulders as she took in more of his size. Her mouth wrapped around his dick like a glove. Her tongue flicked up and down as her head began to bob. He groaned, they had not really been together since the hospital and he needed to feel her pussy on his member. He watched her head move expertly on him as he began to move in and out.
“Suck my dick harder.” He growled. His hands tightened on her shoulder. Her mouth circled around his girth as she sucked harder. Her hands playing with his balls and tracing her nails across the seam that ran in the middle. He groaned as her tongue expertly wrapped around. He pushed her back on the bed and placed her on her knees before him. Lifting the skirt, he ripped off the panties and found her wetness with the tip of his dick.
She gasped as she felt him enter inside her. Her back arched as her nipples rubbed against the covers making them hard. She pushed back on him to encourage him to o in deeper. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him. He could feel her wetness dripping the full length of his shaft. Her walls felt like velvet to him as he began to move faster. Her moans were stifled by the blanket below as she pushed back to meet his thrust.
He knew she was close to cumming and reached around to her breast, leaning down on her a bit as the bed cushioned her. He rolled her nipples around his fingers slowly as he kissed the back of her neck. She arched against him and cried out as she felt the release. He thrust into her deeply as his hands cupped her fullness. He thrust faster as he felt his balls tighten. Biting the back of her neck, he thrust one last time as he let go. She screamed out and clawed at the bed beneath her.
They fell to the bed as he pulled her to him. She pushed his hands off her and moved to the bathroom laughing. He shook his head and rolled over onto his back. Sighing, he looked around the room. He saw that there were already baby items in the room. He shook his head knowing they probably all came from Mr. King. He watched as Ebony came back out. She had a black robe on and walked over to him, crawling into his arms as he wrapped them around her.
Pulling her close, he kissed the top of her head. He could feel her soft breaths against his chest, he lifted her chin to kiss him. His hands went to her ass and her body molded against his. Her breaths became deeper as she fell asleep in his arms. He rubbed her body with his hand as she snuggled against him closer. He felt sleep over come him and before he knew it, the daylight was peeking in the window.
Life Goes On
Marcel had become used to the commute and noticed his mom was able to spend more time with the twins. As they settled in, life seemed to be improving with every day that passed. Though he was never comfortable in his skin, he adapted to the situations around him. There was something in his gut that was not setting right. He still looked over his shoulder waiting for the next situation to occur.
He had learned a long time ago it was best to listen to your gut and never let your guard down. He had been promoted by Mr. King as a prep chef in the restaurant. And had even heard from Mr. Durell for his record deal. Still sitting on the fence, he kept this information to himself. He was still working things out in his head as to what would be best for his family.
As he helped to break down the kitchen, he noticed the new dishwasher taking out the garbage. He did not even know his name. Marcel really did not want to either, he was busy learning about his new job and facing his own life problems. He tried to convince himself it was not because he was arrogant, though he knew that some of it was that he was. As he got ready to leave he stopped by Mr. King’s office and waited. Mr. King looked up and motioned him in.
“How is Danny working out?” Mr. King asked, he had always depended on Marcel to keep things real with him.
“Danny?” Marcel looked at him.
“Yes, Danny.” Mr. King chuckled. “The new dishwasher.”
“Oh, yes.” Marcel continued, “He is doing well. Mr. King I wanted to thank you.” Mr. King looked at Marcel and listened.
“There is no need for that.” Mr. King stated. “I saw an area I could help and I did. You are actually helping me.”
“Well the thing is Mr. King.” Marcel began, “No one has ever really done anything like this for me. It means a lot to me and to my moms.” Mr. King nodded.
“I am glad I could do it.” Mr. King paused, “You are worth the help.” Marcel got up and started to leave then turned to Mr. King.
“Thank you again Mr. King.” Marcel hit the door twice and said goodnight. As he headed out the door, he saw Ebony waiting there for him. She was dressed in a red dress and her hair was in a new style.
“Hey daddy.” She smiled as she hugged him, “Let’s go out tonight.” He laughed and picked her up.
“Sounds good baby.” He grinned, “Where we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” She answered and took him by the hand. As she led him down the streets, he saw that they were headed to a club that they knew well. He could not wait to bump and grind with his baby. She was always full of surprises. She smiled at the bouncer and they went in. The dancing bodies were highlighted by the flashing lights.
Ebony led him to the dance floor and began to shake her ass in front of him. His hands went around her waist and he matched her movement. As they danced with each other, he noticed the activity around them. He saw Danny out of the corner of his eye, however he did not pay much mind to him. Ebony rubbed her body against his as he started to become hard. She smiled as her hands danced across his body.
Taking him by the hand she led him to a back booth and sat down. He sat beside her as she looked at him and grinned. Lifting her skirt a little, he saw her tone thighs and groaned as his head fell back and he laughed.
“Girl.” He growled, “You need to get a handle on that thing or daddy is going to put you in my lap and give you what you need.”
“Maybe that is what I want.” She answered and fluttered her lashes at him as her hand undid his pants and she straddled him. Pulling her p
anties to the side, she rocked back and forth on his lap. She rubbed against his dick and kissed his neck. Moving up and down on top of him, his hands went around her waist to balance her. She kissed him deeply as the tip of his hardness found her wet entrance.
Pushing her hips down, she took in more of him. Her back was arched as she moved her body to the music. Marcel felt her walls move up and down on him as she squeezed and placed her hands on her breast. Shaking her hips, he felt himself welling. Her kisses followed his jaw line and neck. Marcel placed his hands on her cheeks and pushed her down on him as he could feel her shaking on top of him.
Ebony bit his neck and moved faster to the music. His hands moved up her back as he held her there and felt his explosion coming. Moving his hips to match hers, the music blaring in the background. Their breath becoming one with each other as he thrust up one last time and groaned loudly. Ebony shook as she caught her breath and kissed Marcel again fully, her tongue twisting around his. Lifting herself off him, she pulled her skirt down and sat beside him. Looking at him innocently.
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