31. Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Elsie
A satisfied exhaustion compels me to sink further into the bed. Thankfully, before I can collapse further, Marshall pulls out of me and rocks us both so we’re lying on our sides.
With his body cradled around me, my muscles start to relax, and the tension that’s sunk into my bones begins to seep away. His warm arms wrap around me, and he tugs me backward to fit more comfortably among his massive frame. His hands look so big where they rest on my swollen belly, rubbing small circles into my stretch-marked marred skin.
Looking back over my shoulder, my gaze connects with Marshall’s rich brown eyes, and my heart melts at the reverence it finds in his stare.
“That’s all you’ve got?” I tease with a smile, which he returns in full.
“Nah, princess.” He leans in and gives me a soft kiss, one which feels so right and yet so out of place, considering the recent tension between us. “Just giving you a chance to catch your breath.”
“I don’t need to catch my breath. I want you to fuck me breathless, Daddy.” I sass back at him.
“Oh? Is my princess still needy for Daddy’s cock?
His hands shift from where they were wrapped around my belly to now rest one on my breast while the other helps me lift my leg to open up my center to him.
A shiver runs through my body when his cock brushes my lower lips, and I squirm in place, knowing what I want is so close.
“Tell me what you want.” He whispers. “Tell me, Elsie. And I’ll give it to you.”
I know there’s a deeper meaning to his words.
I know, if I asked, he would lay the entire world at my feet and give me everything I could ever want.
He would give me safety and security, joy and hope, maybe even love.
But the growing need buzzing in my body says now is not the time for such fanciful thoughts.
Now is the time for fucking.
“Fuck me, Marshall.”
“How?” He murmurs.
“From behind. Us laying here like this. And slow.” I let out a sigh as he places kisses up and down my neck while his cock slides through my folds.
“As you wish, my queen.” He replies.
Spreading my lower lips open, Marshall positions himself at my entrance and teases my opening with the head of his cock .
“Tease,” I mutter. “Fuck me already.”
Before I can let out another complaint, he’s there, entering me.
Every fiber of my being feels the fullness and stretch his body brings out of me. His hips rock slowly in and out of me, and the curve of his cock makes it so he’s hitting that sensitive spot on my inner wall perfectly.
Each thrust has my walls fluttering around him, begging for more, but he keeps the slow, languid pace that I asked for.
It’s brutal, wanting something so sweet and slow and yet needing to be fucked brutally.
The contrast between my needs and how he moves in and out of me has me weeping and whining about my needs.
“Daddy.” I moan.
It feels like he fucks me like this forever until suddenly, I’m there. The edge of bliss is right before me, but I need... I need...
I reach down and drag my fingers lightly over my clit, the lightest touch sending jolts of electricity through my body.
“Yes.” I sigh, finding a rhythm I know I like on my clit as Marshall continues to fuck me slowly.
Pleasure builds in my core as I play my body in perfect harmony with Marshall’s thrusts. Using his free hand that’s wrapped around my shoulders, he reaches for my nipple and rolls it between his fingers.
The combination of sensations has me ratcheting up and up, closer to my peak.
Without warning, Marshall gives a hard thrust into my core that sends me over the edge. The pleasure that had been slowly building suddenly crashed like a wave on the shore.
I clamp around him, and that’s all it takes for him to reach his end .
Cum flows out of me as he groans out his pleasure before slowly pulling out of me.
We lay like that for a while, panting and trying to catch our breath in each other’s arms.
“Just think. This will be us every day for the rest of our lives.” He says, giving me a soft kiss on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry. What?” I ask, lifting myself onto my elbow so I can properly look back at Marshall.
“I’m just thinking about what comes next. You know. And how awesome it’s going to be to be able to have this all the time.”
“Marshall. What are you talking about?” I ask a little bit more desperation in my tone.
“You know. Love, marriage, baby carriage.” He shrugs, rising from the bed and ambling over to the bathroom door.
“What?” I ask, panic clawing at my chest. “Marshall. We’ve said absolutely nothing about love or marriage. Where are you getting these ideas from.”
“Well, it makes sense. Doesn’t it? That we get married?” He asks, pausing from the doorway.
“No. It absolutely does not . We’re having a baby together, sure.” I start.
“No. We’re starting a family together.”
“You keep using that word ,” I say, rolling out of bed and shuffling over to my dresser to grab clothes to pull on.
“What? Family?”
I freeze at the word and what it seems to mean to Marshall.
“Yes! That!” I cry, throwing on an oversized t-shirt to cover myself.
“What’s wrong with calling us a family? That’s what we are.” He shrugs .
“No. We are not. We are nothing like a family.” I snap, my anger rising as I turn to face him again. “We are the furthest thing from a family.”
“Elsie...” He says slowly.
“No. Absolutely not.” I shake my head, trying to push down the clawing panic rising in my throat. “We are having a baby. We fuck occasionally. But we are not a family .”
“Fine. Not yet, then.” His voice is soft, like he’s speaking to a spooked animal. “But we could be.”
My hands start to shake, and anger starts to burn under my skin.
There’s no way that he’s really talking about this right now. No way that he’s suggesting what I know he is.
We can’t be a family.
Family means failure.
It means everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve worked not to be, was for nothing. My independence means nothing if he’s right.
Worse off, it will end.
This vision he has in his head of us down the line is just that, a vision. It’s a mirage of his own making.
“Marshall, I need you to leave,” I say lowly, trying not to blow up at this man who I know only means the best.
“Elsie. Hear me out.” He takes a few steps towards me, and I back myself into the dresser. “We could get married. Have a house with a white picket fence, two and a half kids, and a dog. We could make it happen. We could have it all.”
“I can’t,” I say breathlessly.
“You can. I promise you can.” He says, his eyes glittering with a dream that I can’t see for myself .
“Please. Leave.” I beg. “Before I say something, I’ll regret.”
“I’m not leaving, Elsie. That’s the point. I’m not going to leave you. Not you or this baby.” He says, reaching out to take my hand, which I quickly snatch away. “Elsie. You can have everything if you take it.”
His expression is so earnest and open. His voice has gone so soft and tender it makes me want to scream.
“Marry me.”
This is something he’s clearly thought about a lot, probably from the beginning since he moved in.
He’s always been so forward about it, but I never took the small comments or little actions seriously. I’ve always assumed that the shiny newness would wear off, and he would move on.
But here he is, before me, saying he wants to... marry me?
“I’m not like you,” I say quietly. “I can’t jump in with two feet like you can. I can’t say yes to you because it would be a lie.”
“What would be a lie?”
“All of it. Everything. And it would all fall apart because it would be a sham. It wouldn’t mean anything.”
“No. It wouldn’t.”
“Exactly.”
“No. You mishear me.” He takes my face between his palms. “It wouldn’t be a sham because I love you, Elsie.” He says with the confidence of a man who truly is in love. “And that means everything.”
I choke back the sob that wants to come out of my throat and push down the tears that want to form in my eyes.
“Marry me, Elsie.”
He can’t mean that.
He can’t say shit like that .
This isn’t love.
Marriage isn’t supposed to be magical and all-consuming. It’s not this fantasy children are raised to believe it is.
And love doesn’t solve everything.
It only makes things worse.
Love is the beginning of the end of all relationships.
Because loving someone is giving a part of yourself to them, it’s being vulnerable with them.
I can’t do that.
“No.” I shudder. “No. Marshall. I can’t.”
The hope in his eyes dies out, his face falling in that exact second, and I pull away to shield myself from the backlash of hurt I’ve just caused that will surely come next.
“Elsie.” He says, a break coming through in my name.
“I said no, Marshall. No.” I whisper. “Now, please. Leave.”
Marshall, with slumped shoulders, gathers his clothing and moves to leave the bedroom.
My heart stops when he pauses in the doorway and glances back at me.
I wait with bated breath to hear what he says, but instead, he just shakes his head and leaves.
Just like I asked.
He’s gone.
Gone.