Elliot
Ididn't lift my head because she would see my hatred for Julia. The rage made me squeeze her hand before I forced myself to loosen my grip on it. Her hand moved to my thigh, and I shuddered at her touch.
AND end scene. She bought it and she is ours tonight. Ruin her.
The voice laughed maniacally, the glee roared through the blood that rushed into my ears.
You did it.
They are both mine. I told the voice.
I turned and embraced her, hiding my face in her hair while feeling the warmth of her body seep into mine. My sigh sang her name into her ear, my hand slipped between us to feel Elias and after numerous years I felt peace.
He was safe.
They were mine.
Mine.
Ours.
The voice corrected me.
I cleared my throat and pulled back to see the concern marring her face.
“I’m sorry. I don't usually discuss…them. We were having such a lovely evening. It’s been so long—” I said before shaking my head with a sad smile.
“No, please don't apologise. I’m glad you told me,” she said, squeezing my thigh.
Just move her hand a little higher.
The voice sniggered.
I pulled her plate over and lifted the spoon to feed her. She needed the vitamin C.
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The journey back lightened the mood and she spouted information out like a fountain. She recited stories about her mother. When her father remarried when she was teen and how the stepmother took over with her own daughter becoming a priority.
Charlotte understood what it meant to be a mother by the care and love she was given in comparison to Sam’s cruelty. She explained that this was why she wanted a child to love and nurture—the missing piece of my puzzle.
I walked her to her apartment door, but I stood on the doormat until she grabbed my hand and yanked me in. While she made me some coffee, I sneaked a peek at my son’s nursery.
The white blended into several shades of pale blue and grey, each shade stencilled on top of the other to form a stunning piece of art. A cot, a changing table and a dedicated play area were in the small room, but somehow she made it work.
Julia hadn't chosen anything. She wanted a sage green nursery by a top interior decorator. I’d left everything to her. Trusted her. My fingers clenched on the door.
“Do you like it?”
I swung around to face Charlotte, but she had a proud smile on her face.
“I did it all by myself.”
“The room is fit for a prince,” I said, taking the coffee from her. “You have a keen eye for design.”
She is perfect. Look at her. She is glowing with love for Elias.
The voice said as I followed her into her living room. She sat on the couch, and I sat beside her. I placed the coffee on the small table and held her ringless hand.
“I feel a deep connection with you, Charlotte. I know you feel something, too. If this is too soon, I understand.”
She leaned over and placed her hand on the nape of my neck, pulling me down.
Her eyes were closed, and she didn't see my satisfied smile of victory.
My lips touched hers. My tongue delved deep, mixing coffee with sweet orange.
I curled my fingers in her hair while placing the other on the small of her back.
Take her. Ruin her.
The voice said with barely contained excitement.
I softened the kiss, enjoying devouring her mouth and intimacy with another human again. Her hand moved along my thigh, but this time she rubbed her palm over my hard, aching flesh. My grip in her hair tightened, and she moaned, rubbing her breasts against me.
Fuck her the way you should've when Elias was placed inside her, not a clinical procedure. Give her some real cum. Make her taste it. Make her yours.
The voice tormented me, reminding me that I didn't have that opportunity. My nostrils flared as her fingers curled around the tip of my cock. She started to wank me through my trousers. I broke the kiss and we parted, gasping for air.
“Bedroom,” I said, standing up and helping her up.
She guided me to her room. I stepped inside and inhaled the scent of her perfume.
“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.
I wanted to remember this moment and get balls deep inside of her. My tongue took a final lunge in her sweet mouth, tangling with her tongue before retreating.
“I’m going to move you to your side, sweetheart.”
After helping her to her side, facing the camera, I lifted her leg onto my shoulder for a clear shot of her pussy.
With one hand curled around her ankle and my palm over my son, I guided myself back into her, watching my cock disappear inside her, feeling my balls slap against her wet flesh, and hearing her moans of pleasure.
“Fuck, you're soaking my cock, Charlotte. Good girl.” I was lost in a haze of need and lust. I pumped my hips incessantly, sliding my hand down to her thigh to grip her.
“Ah, yes. Oooh…Elliot,” she gasped and panted, flinging her head back on the bed.
Sweat beaded on my body as I continued to fuck her until my balls ached for relief. I reluctantly took my palm off her stomach and pressed my fingers against her clit. She immediately rocked her hips toward me, silently begging for more.
“That’s my girl, cum for me,” I coaxed and she does. She came so hard that her pussy clenched down on me.
I held her belly and slammed myself into her, claiming her, claiming them both.
“Mine,” I snarled, fucking her at a brutal pace until my balls tightened and I held myself inside her and shot my cum inside her. “Fuck, yes.”
I closed my eyes as I emptied my balls inside her. I was home.
She was locked in now. There was no escaping me now.