Charlotte Mastered [Internet Bonds Series Book 3]
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"My wife's pussy is wet and horny, I see. Good, now, take this and suck it as you would my cock."
"Yes, master."
He watched her obey as she sucked the toy and smiled. He'd had a perfect duplicate of his own cock made for her to suck on while he fucked her pussy.
My master thought of everything. She watched him loom over her as he lifted her hips up to his shaft and thrust into her. As he took her pussy, her anal plug vibrated more and she sucked the toy.
Simon groaned as he watched her breasts freely bouncing with their movement. He wanted to hold them but her oversized belly made it a little hard for him to lie on top of her.
"Close your eyes, Charlotte, and let it happen."
She nodded and obeyed. He reached to her hand and held it as she sucked the toy. As he came closer to fulfilling her desires, he increased the pulsations at her lips and she groaned.
"Come, Charlotte."
She wrenched the toy from her mouth, unable to breathe. She couldn't believe the sensations he'd brought to her.
"Let it go, Charlotte. I want to hear you..."
Charlotte Anderson screamed his name as he filled her. He had never seen her more beautiful than at this moment. He pounded her pussy until he gave her everything he had.
"Charlotte, I love you."
"Simon, my love...” she cried as the last throes of the orgasms ran through her.
"Mine, Charlotte, mine..."
"Mine...” she whispered.
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A few days later, Charlotte came down the long staircase of their Georgetown home wearing a diaphanous robe, which fell off to the sides, her pregnancy more than evident. She went to the kitchen where she found Simon enjoying his morning cup of coffee while he read the paper.
"Anything of interest?” she asked as she poured a glass of orange juice, then went to join him.
When she first became his submissive, the morning custom had been for her to join him in the kitchen, kneel next to him with her hands behind her and her head slightly bowed. He would gently place his hand on the back of her head, his quiet command for her to take him. It had become one of her favorite things to do, because she loved to suck her husband's cock whenever and wherever she could.
She knelt down one morning after she had become large and he stopped her. She remembered looking at him with tears in her questioning eyes.
"Until the baby is born and you can move in comfort, I want you to ignore our morning orders.
"But, master..."
"My sweet Charlotte, you will be taking it easy until then because I don't want you or the baby hurt. If I had my way, you'd spend the entire time in bed."
"Nice idea but I'm fine. We're fine."
"Allow me to play the worried husband and father and pamper the hell out of you."
"Yes, master."
Now with a few days left before she delivered their first child, she had been glad of his foresight, although she missed her morning ritual. She smiled as she sat on the chair next to him.
"My gorgeous wife, you are so beautiful,” he complimented as his hand went to her swollen belly. The emotions flowing between them heated up even more so with her condition.
She looked into his eyes, locking with his. She wanted him more than she could ever imagine. She had heard stories of how women turned away from their husbands right before the baby was born but she didn't feel that way at all. She wanted him and her pussy clenched while she tried to hold back her reaction.
Charlotte and Simon moved to each other as they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing with each other. Her eyes widened when she felt his fingertips float over her belly down to her pussy. He rubbed her clit as it begged for more attention.
"My wife is..."
"Yes, yes, master, please, how may I..."
"You will take my cock, but you will not come until I tell you,” he commanded as he stood before her.
"Yes, master,” she panted as she eagerly took his pants down, then the boxers. His cock fell to her lips as she hungrily took him with a furious passion.
Love overtook her as she gripped his ass in her hands to hold him close. He pounded her mouth as she took him, both of them moaning.
"Charlotte, take me, but do not come."
She could only nod, unable to break her pace. His hips bucked when he exploded into her mouth, filling her with the seed she wished was filling her pussy. She could feel the dampness between her legs and fought to hold it back.
Charlotte pulled back, gasping for breath.
"Master, the baby..."
"What?"
"I think the labor's starting."
Without a word, he lifted Charlotte up, then carried her upstairs to their room where he gently laid her across the bed.
"How do you feel?"
"I need to come, master, before the baby makes me misbehave."
"Oh, Charlotte."
Simon fell to his knees, spread his wife's legs apart gently and gazed at her pussy. He lapped at her, his tongue teasing her needy clit. His hands went to her breasts and gently squeezed them as his tongue worked over her sensitive folds.
"Simon, please..."
As her hands went to his thick head of hair, he pulled her closer as his tongue delved deep within her core.
"Now, Charlotte, now."
Charlotte screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. Her hands went to his as he held her breasts. Her grip on him tightened as she felt her desires drown him and her essence flow to him while he feasted.
He gazed up at her and grinned.
"You are mine, Charlotte, now and forever. I love you with everything in me and am a slave to you and your desires."
"I love you, too, Simon."
"You're even more beautiful in labor."
"You say that now..."
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Several hours later, Simon drove her to the hospital where Charlotte gave birth to their daughter, Jasmine. While a nurse took care of her, Simon checked their daughter; relieved she had been born without incident and perfect. In the back of his mind, he had worried over whether the way Charlotte had been held had hurt their child, but all the doctors had assured them the baby hadn't been harmed.
Once Jasmine was checked out and bathed, Simon took her to her mother, placing her in Charlotte's arms.
"She's beautiful, Charlotte."
"Thank you, master."
She helped Jasmine take her nipple and watched as her daughter nursed. Simon put his arm around her and held them close.
"I love you, mistress,” he whispered against her neck below her ear. “You have given me everything I could ever want."
"Just as you have given me everything I ever wanted."
"You know what I would love to do right now?” he asked as he whispered it to her ear so only she could hear his desires.
"I love the way you think."
He gazed at Jasmine, who suckled at her mother's breast and smiled.
"Mine."
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Christy Poff lives in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband and two teens, although her son is in the Air Force stationed in Minot, North Dakota and remains a cell phone call away.
Previously, she wrote news articles for local newspapers and regional firefighting publications. With her articles, she added photography to her pieces.
Writing for several years, she has a deep respect for Civil War history and has done extensive research into the times. This love and research have resulted in several Civil War novels looking for a home. CHASE FOR AN ANGEL was born from this and the others followed.
She loves old cities with charm and history like Charleston and New Orleans, the wide open spaces in Wyoming, the Dakotas, Civil War battlefields and the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas and seeing the rest of the US. One day, she hopes to see Ireland with her daughter and both Canadian coasts.
A volunteer firefighter for over twenty five years, she's been able to use her experience in several published works for
others and even in some of her own works in progress.
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