“I’m going to the bathroom. Make yourself comfortable,” she said before she vanished from the doorway.
The first thing I did was place the bear into position, sitting it on the nightstand so everything would be recorded. His glassy eyes were facing the bed. I crouched down to ensure it was the ideal angle.
Perfect. Our first time will be memorialised.
The voice purred.
I shrugged my jacket off, hanging it over her chair before I began to unbutton my shirt. The shoes and trousers were next. My feet sank into her thick cream carpet. She was taking her sweet time, but it gave me time to rummage through her nightstand drawer. Pregnancy magazines, a book, but at the back was a purple and gold vibrator. I felt like tossing it out of the window, but I managed to resist. I closed the drawer just in time.
My jaw dropped when she came in wearing a lacy black see-through number. The red lace cupped her breasts until I felt jealous. The thin chiffon flowed around her swollen abdomen, with her belly button playing peek-a-boo through the material.
“Charlotte, you look divine.” My feet moved toward her. I was unable to resist.
Her face was as bright as the lace that adorned her body. She held her hand out, and I saw the condoms.
“I don't think I can get you pregnant, sweetheart, and I am clean.”
She laughed and put the condoms on the bed. I held her hand and brought her around to the other side where the camera was. My hand slid down my son until I reached the damn lace covering her pussy. Her breath hitched as my fingers pushed the wet lace to the side.
Her hands tugged on my waistband to free my cock. I rubbed my fingers up and down her wet cunt, loving the feel of her damp curls. They felt uneven, but I remembered having to help Julia when waxing was no longer an option. I eased two fingers inside her tight, wet hole that had nothing but the useless small vibrator inside it.
“Oh. Aaah,” she panted.
“Sit on the bed, sweetheart,” I murmured when she gripped my arm.
Yeah, let Daddy take care of your horny little cunt.
The voice cackled.
She sat on the bed and pulled the tiny G-string off. I pushed her flat on the bed, peeling the lace cups down. Her nipples were ripe and ready for my son. The areoles were a dark pink shade, and the nipple elongated.
Better than Julia’s. She didn't even try to feed him.
The voice raged.
My mouth clamped shut over her nipple, causing Charlotte to hiss before she gripped my sides. I sucked the delicate flesh in my mouth. Her birth plan stated she would breastfeed. This was her reward. I caged her in by placing my hands on the bed.
My cock jerked violently when my abdomen brushed against my son. I reached down and shoved my boxers off, allowing my cock to leak over her belly.
“Dr Vale, I need something inside of me,” she moaned.
“Yeah? What do you need, Ms Hutton?” I said switching to her other breast, wishing there was creamy milk I could suck out.
“I need your cock, Dr Vale.”
I swirled my tongue around her nipple before I glanced at her.
“I must keep my patients happy,” I murmured, moving back to place my cock between her wet folds.
Her eyes closed, and my moment of triumph had arrived. I pushed into her tight opening, feeling her stretch to accommodate me. Her pussy contracted around me as I started to tease her with a few inches, fucking her with shallow thrusts.
“More?”
She nodded before her eyes opened, and I swooped down to capture her lips. Her fingers linked around my neck, her thighs spread wider, and I thrust deep into her clutching hole. Her muffled cries were a beautiful sound of surrender as she drenched my dick.
Yes, give it to her. She wants your cum. The dirty bitch.
The voice howled.
