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I’m constantly horny these days, and our sex is so hot and regular at this point to where he knows my body nearly as well as I do.

But his words, his words are what have me careening toward bliss.

“I’m gonna fill you up, princess. My cock and cum are yours.” He grunts out. “Gonna fill you with my seed and have you walk around with it dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day.”

“Daddy,” I whine, needing what he says to be true.

I want his claim and his cum. There’s a part of me terrified to be so completely owned by him, to be publicly his like this even if we’re the only ones who know.

But another part of me knows this is exactly what I want.

“Give it to me, daddy.” I groan.

Marshall reaches around and finds my clit with ease and pinching it between his fingers. The sharp sensation has me biting down on the palm of my hand to contain my scream.

The shock that rolls through my body has me trembling through my release. Every wave of my orgasm is somehow more powerful than the last, but Marshall doesn’t relent.

He keeps his pace pounding in and out of me, making the bed squeak and groan underneath us until his breath is ragged.

I’m gripping tightly to the bed, trying not to be pushed off the other side, when I feel his pace falter.

“So close.” He moans. “Take it. Take my cum like the good princess you are.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I groan.

Warmth floods my body as he comes and releases inside of me. His cum trickles out of my cunt and down my thighs as he pulls out, sending a shiver through my body once again.

I collapse into the bed, spent from only a few minutes of a good hard fuck.

Marshall helps maneuver me so I’m entirely on the bed before sitting beside me and pulling the blanket at the foot of the bed up around my shoulders.

“You good?” He asks a slight hesitation in his voice.

“Mhmm.” I nod, my thoughts already fuzzy from pleasure.

He chuckles. “I’m gonna go downstairs while you rest.” He gives me a kiss on the forehead. “Thank you for letting me take care of you.”

I’m already drifting off to sleep as I hear him getting dressed, and I’m out like a light before he’s even able to close the door fully.

“Sleep well, princess. Dream of good things.” He whispers.

Chapter 17

Marshall

May 7 — 18 Weeks 3 Days, Artichoke

According to Oliver and Selene, whenever asked, Elsie will insist she doesn’t need a break or any kind of pampering.

But in the time I’ve spent getting to know her, I think that couldn’t be further from the truth. Visiting my family made that more apparent than ever.

Elsie wants to be seen and appreciated.

She wants to be known and loved by those around her.

Her biggest barrier is accepting the love and care that is so readily offered to her.

So today, we’re doing something about that.

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