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My thrusts grow rapidly, and her walls flutter around me with each push into her.

Her body is so sensitive now that it only takes a few minutes to get her close. Her expression changes, and I know she’s at her edge. So, I reach down and thumb her clit in a circular motion, just how she likes it.

“Fuck!” She shrieks, and then she’s coming around my cock.

Shortly after, electricity shoots up my spine, and I’m following her off the cliff of pleasure, filling her with my cum.

Holding myself over her, I try to gather my breath as she collapses back onto the table.

I start to pull out of her slowly, but she grabs me by the hips.

“Stop. Just.” She pants out. “Stay with me.”

There’s a need, an emotional one, not physical, in her expression, which has me gathering her up in my arms and holding her close.

In my arms, she relaxes, my cock still buried in her pussy.

After a few minutes, there’s a light knock at the door, reminding us of where we are.

We pull apart, and both let out a simultaneous laugh. I finally pull out of Elsie, making her pout, and hand her the robe she draped over her chair.

When she stands, my cum drips down her thighs. I marvel at the sight of my release on her skin. Following my impulse, I reach over to gather the cum on my fingers and bring it to her lips.

“Open,” I command, and she follows instructions.

I place my fingers covered in cum in her mouth, and without prompting, she sucks them clean.

“Good girl.” I purr before pushing my fingers deeper down her throat. “Later, my cock is going to be buried so deep down this throat that you’re going to choke on my cum.”

Elsie’s eyes fill with heat. “Yes, Daddy.”

We both finish dressing quickly, but when we open the door to leave, our two masseuses are standing there, the woman bright red and the man with a smirk on his face.

The woman quickly passes by us to enter the room as we exited, but as I pass the man, he holds out his fist for me to bump.

“Nice.” He whispers, and I can’t help but chuckle to myself.

Elsie scurries away, mentioning something about showering off before our next treatment, and I settle into a soft lounge chair with a smile to wait for her to return.

Yeah, this was precisely the kind of pampering we both needed.

Chapter 18

Elsie

May 11 — 19 Weeks, Mango

There are whispers throughout the club.

Everyone is wondering: is she pregnant or fat?

Well, I’m both.

So, they can all go fuck off.

The stares I’m getting from everyone bring out Marshall’s protective side, though, and every possessive touch sends warmth through my body.

Turns out, coming to The Playground for the week was an excellent idea for both of us. I needed the break more than I’m willing to admit.

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