27. Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Marshall
H er words echo through my skull and have my heart bursting out in song.
I need you .
I know from the bright flame in her eye that she means physically, but there’s a part of my heart that can’t help but dream she’s telling me more. That I matter to her more than just for how well I can fuck her.
Something has her distressed, and if I can help take some of that stress away, then I will.
“Tell me exactly what you need, princess.” I purr, dragging my thumbs across her cheeks.
“No. Not princess, queen.” She says, her voice just as regal as the title she owns.
“Of course, my queen,” I say, leaning down so my lips are barely a breath away from hers. “Now, command your toy as you please.”
“Take off your pants.” She commands before looking around the room.
I strip off my jacket and start undoing my belt as she continues to look for something as she waddles around the room.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
“A chair.” She replies. “Ah! Found one.”
“What do you need a chair for?” I chuckle.
When she brings it back from around the corner, she gives me a deadpan look.
“I’m going to sit down, blow you until you’re hard, and then you’re going to push me up against that door and fuck me from behind until I come. That’s what I need a chair for.”
My jaw drops a little at her utter confidence and complete seriousness.
“Now, pants off.” She says, pulling the chair up before me.
I quickly unbutton my pants and let them drop down along with my briefs as she sits down in the chair.
“Chair is actually a really smart moo...” My words are cut off by her hand and mouth wrapping around my already hardening length.
Looking down, Elsie’s auburn hair is falling around her face, and I run my fingers through her locks to pull it back, giving myself the most beautiful view of her lips wrapped around my tip and her hand around my base.
The view alone is enough to make me come, but I’m here for her needs, not my own.
“Fuck.” I groan. “You’re way too good at that. ”
She comes off my cock with a pop and grins up at me. “I’m learning how to make you squirm.”
“Yes… you are.” I moan when she goes back to her efforts. “You’re doing so well, my queen. So fucking well.”
She continues her ministrations, circling the head of my cock with her tongue and bobbing up and down my length in time with the movement of her hand.
Every sensation has me wanting to grab her by the hair and thrust my cock down her throat, but this is for her, and I give her the room to play with me as she pleases.
My whole body is buzzing with energy as she works me over. Every nerve in my being is on fire with the sensation of her warm lips around my length.
But it’s the look in her eye, one of pure sinful enjoyment, that has me nearly coming on the spot. Then she sucks me down her throat, and the tightness of being that deep in her truly has me on the edge.
I tap on her shoulder lightly. “Enough.” I groan. “I need to fuck you. Now .”
Elsie pulls off me with a grin as wide as the sky, glowing with satisfaction.
The worry in her expression from earlier has been erased, and there’s a gratifying feeling that can’t quite be pinned down at the knowledge that I helped her like this.
Bending down and wrapping my hands around her wrists, I help pull Elsie up from the chair with a kiss on the lips.
When she pulls back from the kiss, I’m breathing heavily.
I’m desperate to be in her, to fuck her until her anxieties are completely gone. There’s nothing that means more to me than this woman’s happiness .
“Hands on the door,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes at me in response, and I chuckle in return.
When she turns around, I’m reminded how much tinier she is than me.
“Hold on,” I say, grabbing the chair and moving it in front of her. “Kneel here.”
She looks back at me with a little smile, and my heart fills with light.
Goddess. She’s so beautiful when she smiles.
That’s how I want her, always.
“Thank you.” She says, pulling up the bottom of her dark green dress so she can kneel on the chair.
Once she’s situated comfortably on the chair, I reach for the hem of her dress and pull it up slowly to reveal her body to me.
“No underwear? Naughty girl.”
I run my hand up the back of her thigh until I reach the globe of her ass and give it a light squeeze.
“Fuck, I love your body.” I groan. Swinging back, I give her a smack on her ass, and she jumps a little at the sensation. “That will never get old.”
I run my fingers through her center to find she’s already wet for me. Stopping at her clit, I circle her sensitive nub until she’s squirming under my touch.
Taking my throbbing cock in hand, I run my tip through her folds until I find her entrance.
“I’m gonna fill you up and have you coming all over my cock.” I ask, teasing her opening with light pulses of the tip of my cock, just enough for her to feel it but not enough to enter her yet. “Is that what you want, my queen?”
“Just fuck me already.” She practically growls .
“Yes, my queen.” I chuckle.
Pressing in, I groan as her warmth surrounds me. My spine straightens as I push further into her cunt, and my head goes empty.
“Fuck. I need you.” I say, thrusting in harder. “Your pussy takes me so well.”
When I bottom out, she moans loudly.
“Quiet, my queen. Don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”
“Toys don’t talk.” She snarls over her shoulder. “Good toys do as they’re told. Now, fuck me .”
Pulling out and thrusting back in, I take up a punishing pace. I drive myself into her harder with each plunge into her heat, and each movement draws out little grunts and groans of pleasure from her.
Just as I feel her walls clench around me, so close to the edge of her bliss, I slow down and pull out agonizingly slowly.
“Fuck.” She moans, drawing out the vowel. “Marshall.”
“Oh, it’s Marshall again?” I tease, pushing back into her slowly and pulling out again. “Does that mean I can talk now?”
“Fuck no.” She snaps. “I need you to make me come, not talk.”
“Alright then. One orgasm coming up.” I thrust, and I can practically feel the glare radiating from her.
I keep my pace slow as I work her back up, and with each press, she grows tighter around me.
When I pick up my pace, I really feel her clench around my shaft, and it nearly drives me to the edge, but I hold off as best I can.
“Please.” She cries. “Make me come. Please.”
“Goddess, how I love when you beg,” I murmur in response, reaching around to pull up on her belly and pull her back onto my cock. “Gonna give you my cum. You’re gonna take every last drop of it like the queen you are.”
“Marshall.” She begs.
Thrusting in harder now, I move my hips, slamming into her ass with each push. Our skin slaps together in a rhythmic sound that matches her cries of pleasure.
“Take my cum like the queen you are. I’m going to have you walking around with my cum dripping down your thighs.” I manage to grunt out. “This cunt is mine .”
Then I feel it the moment she crashes over her edge of bliss. Her walls clench tightly around me and don’t let me go. I can barely move, but I continue to press in and out of her. On the final wave of her orgasm, she clenches so hard that she nearly pushes me out of her pussy completely, and the sensation sends me over the edge.
It feels like my orgasm lasts forever as I shoot out jets of cum into her cunt. Waves of pleasure crash through my body with such electricity that it feels like my body is fried, every last bit of energy leaving me in a final moment of release.
I stand there for a minute, just my tip buried inside of her, as her cunt flutters around me. When I finally withdraw completely, the sight of her pussy, dripping with my cum, almost has me hard once again.
Gathering up as much of my cum as I can, I swipe my left hand through her folds and push it back into her where it belongs.
“I will never get tired of seeing you dripping with my cum.” I pant out, pressing my fingers in deeper. “And the idea of you walking back into that room with my mark on you? It nearly has me hard already. ”
She lets out a breathless laugh, then moans when I press against her most sensitive spot.
“Stand up,” I instruct her, keeping my fingers right where they belong as she gets up and puts her hands onto the top rail of the back of the chair.
While I stroke softly at the spot deep within her, I lean into her ear to murmur. “Next year, our daughter will be with the babysitter, and I’m going to drag you back into this coat room, and we’re going to make this an annual tradition.”
I nip at her ear on the last word and press into her walls hard, sending another shiver of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Marshall.” She moans as I withdraw my hand from her pussy.
When I prompt her to turn around to face me, she looks up at me with eyes full of pure energy and lust.
She sways a little, and I catch her with my clean right hand.
“Open,” I say, and she drops her jaw for me to slide my cum soaked fingers in her mouth. “Suck.”
She pulls on my fingers, sucking hard and circling my fingers with her tongue.
“Every drop of my cum is yours, my queen. All of it.” I say, satisfaction blooming in my chest at the vision forming in my mind. “Every August, I’m going to fuck you in this coat room. Then, for the next nine months, I will worship your body as you grow our next child. All so we can have another beautiful baby with your crystal blue eyes and that smile I love so much.”
Her eyes widen, and I can see fear building in her expression. She starts to speak around my fingers, but I drive them deeper down her throat, and her eyes flutter closed, her mouth automatically going to suck on my fingers again until they’re clean .
When I free my hand, she finally opens her eyes, pure satisfaction and contentment radiating from her every pore.
Cupping her face with my clean hand and pulling her into my body with the other around her waist, I promise her. “I know I scare you when I say stuff like that.” I bring her face into my chest as my fingers snake into her hair, the baby bump the only thing keeping us apart, and I feel her tighten against my body. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”
She looks up at me from where she’s cradled against my chest.
“Marshall. You can’t say stuff like that.” She protests, shaking her head and trying to push away from me. “You can’t mean it.”
Her movement only makes me tighten my arms around her.
“I can, and I will.” I assert.
She takes a deep breath as though ready to fight me, but I cut her off with a kiss to her hair, and she softens under me.
“Okay.” She says softly.
“Okay?” I ask.
“You can keep telling me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll believe you.”
“Then I’ll keep telling you until you believe me. Got that?” I say with another kiss to her hair.
“Got it.” She replies with a slight chuckle.
We stand like that for a while, me holding her while she rests and catches her breath in my arms. I snuggle down into her warmth, taking a deep breath of her rich, spicy scent.
“I should go clean up.” She says quietly into my chest. “And you should get dressed before someone catches you with your pants down, literally.”
“Off.” I joke.
“Right, pants off.” She giggles .
A real giggle from the woman everyone else knows as the ice queen.
But not me; to me, she’s just my queen.
Mine .
I get dressed as Elsie straightens her dress and tries to tame her unruly curls.
“You look beautiful,” I say when I’m finished buckling my belt, and she’s still fussing over her hair.
She looks over at me with a small smile. “Thank you.”
Once we’re both presentable-ish, I open the door and follow her into the hall, only to find Oliver standing there.
“Oliver?” She asks, confusion furrowing her brow. “Why are you standing there like a guard dog?”
“Because someone decided to sneak into a coat room to fuck in the middle of their gala.” He says, rolling his eyes. “And you weren’t exactly discreet about it.”
Elsie blushes a beautiful, rosy color, making me grin.
“And I’d rather you not end up in the paper for fucking at a fundraiser.” He scoffs. “Or get fired for letting it happen.”
“Sorry.” She says meekly. “It won’t happen again.”
“Yeah. I doubt that.” Oliver chuckles.
“Me too,” I say, smirking at Elsie, which earns me a scowl.
“Right. Okay.” She says, collecting herself and putting her cool mask back on. “Well, I’m going to visit the ladies’ room and... tidy up a bit.”
Oliver’s smile is quickly shoved under his professional demeanor, but his genuine happiness for Elsie sneaks through in the glitter of his eyes.
“You’re good for her.” He admits as we watch her walk away.
“Really? ”
“Yeah.” He says, turning to me with a smile. “In the years I’ve worked for her, I’ve never seen her happier. We’re rooting for you. So long as you stay out of the office.”
“We?” I ask.
“Yeah. Me, Selene, and the rest of the office, basically. We’ve all noticed.” He suddenly grows more serious. “You hurt her, though, and I’ll have your balls.”
I let out a loud laugh, drawing the attention of the few people who were passing us to leave and head home.
“Noted,” I say with a wink.
Contentment fills me with the knowledge that others see just how good Elsie and I are together.
She may not believe it yet, but she will.
In her own time, she’ll come to admit that she wants me.
Needs me.
Loves me.
Almost as much as I love her.