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“I’m glad we got to visit my family while we’re out here,” I say, hoping she’ll open up to me about the change I’ve noticed since then.

Instead, with her back to me as she undresses, she tenses before replying. “Yeah. It was really nice meeting them.”

“Everything okay?” I ask tentatively.

“Yeah. All good.” She says, turning to give me a small smile as I strip off my shirt.

I’ve never known Elsie to hesitate on anything. She walks through life with enviable confidence at all times. But right now, it’s like she’s almost afraid.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your dad?” She finally asks, freezing me in place.

“I just... I don’t talk about my dad a lot.” I sigh, coming around the massage table to be closer to her. “He was my idol growing up. It’s just... hard.”

Even dressed in a terrycloth robe, you can see the soft curve of Elsie’s stomach beneath the drape of the garment. My hands go to rest on her belly, and I pull her into me, rubbing my hand over where her body is now firm and slightly showing her pregnancy.

“It’s why I want this so much,” I say, marveling at her body and the child that grows in her womb. “I don’t want my baby girl growing up without her papa.”

Elsie smiles and reaches up to cup my face. “I don’t want that either.”

A knock on the door interrupts our moment, and Elsie pulls away from me, turning back to her table as the two masseuses enter the room.

The next ninety minutes are ones of bliss. I’ve never had a massage before, but it’s incredible.

It sounds like Elsie is also enjoying herself by the small moans she lets out as the woman working on her body presses into her various tight muscles.

Unfortunately, it does mean that by the end of the massage, I’m fucking hard for her and ready to fuck those same little moans of pleasure out of her. Thankfully, my masseuse doesn’t say anything about my massive hard-on.

When the two leave us, I’m immediately up and off the table.

“Marshall?” Elsie asks, a slight fear in her eyes at my predatory movement toward her.

Grasping her face between my hands, I pull her into an intense kiss. I love how she melts into the kiss, which quickly turns desperate and passionate.

Pulling her up into my arms and setting her down on the table, I spread her legs wide for me.

“Tell me you want this, Elsie. Because I fucking need you.” I pant out, leaning into her space and nipping at her ear.

I let my tongue circle the sensitive point on her pulse before traveling down her neck and collarbone with small kisses and bites.

“Fuck, Marshall.” She moans. “They’re going to be back any minute.”

“I don’t fucking care.” I bite down on her neck, and she moans. “I need to bury my cock deep in your pussy and fuck you till you’re collapsing on this table.”

“Fuck.” Elsie groans out. “Yes. I want that, too.”

Without any hesitation, I take my cock in hand and guide it to her entrance. My thrust in is hard and fast, causing her to cry out and let anyone outside know what we’re up to.

“You’re gonna get us banned if you keep that up, princess.”

“I don’t care.” She pants out. “Just fuck me, Marshall. I need to come.”

“Not Marshall. Right now, I’m your Daddy.”

Fire lights in her eyes and she pushes up on her elbows to take my lips in a searing kiss.

“Fast, Daddy.” She begs. “I need it fast.”

“As you wish,” I smirk.

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