Page 29 of Samuel's Bloody Obsession

“I won't ever let you or our children down.”

“I love you, too,” she said. “Even though you've stopped choking me out.”

“I will happily choke the fuck out of you once the baby is here,” I said with a smile.

She laughed, and her body shook against mine. The sound of her happiness made me content.

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Thirteen weeks of pregnancy and I felt like a nervous wreck at Charlotte’s appointment. In my head, I knew our baby was safe because I always focused on its heartbeat, but I had an irrational fear that something would go wrong because of all my past sins.

Charlotte was eyeing me suspiciously, so I gave her a tight smile that didn't seem to reassure her. I held her hand, and her shoulders visibly relaxed. The technician finished hooking Charlotte up to the machine, and my eyes became glued to the black screen.

My eyes shot to Charlotte as she heard our baby’s heartbeat for the first time. The look of awe, love and surprise seemed to flash across her face before she grinned at me. I tightened my hand on hers and rested my hand on the top of her abdomen, avoiding the gel and monitor around her.

The sound of our child filled the room. For me, it seemed to boom and echo around the room. I relaxed and began to smile because it was a strong heartbeat. The technician pulled the screen closer before she placed a wand over Charlotte’s belly. Eventually, we saw her the dark area of her womb. I placed a hand over my lips as I saw our baby, looking quite relaxed lying on its back, safe and sound inside Charlotte. I took in every part of its tiny body before I moved on to the facial features and the outline of its skull. My eyes went back to Charlotte’s stomach because her bump didn't look very big.

“Can we get a few pictures, please? I’m happy to pay,” I said to the technician.

“Of course,” she said with a smile. “A first baby is always special.”

She didn't know how old I was or that a miracle was unfolding before me, so I nodded and glanced at our baby again. I couldn't believe how tiny its little feet and hands were yet perfectly formed.

“Yup, it’s a lively one and all healthy. I’m just going to take some measurements. Do you want to know the sex?”

“Yes,” I blurted out, raising my hand before I looked sheepishly at Charlotte, but she was looking at the screen and nodding.

“It's a little boy. Congratulations, Mum and Dad.”

A son. We were going to have a son. All I knew was that I wanted to do this again and again. It wouldn't take much to persuade Charlotte. All I would need to do was wrap my hands around her pretty little throat.

Chapter 22

Charlotte

I choked and tried to stop myself from gagging as he thrust deep inside my mouth. My eyes watered as I felt the thick head of his cock push past the tight opening of my throat. That was always the hardest part.

“What’s wrong, baby? You wanted me to choke you,” he said from above me.

I couldn't even glare at him because my head was dangling off the edge of the bed, and he couldn't see me. He carefully leaned over my belly to pull my legs apart before he began to lick my pussy. I moaned around his cock until I felt it jerk inside my mouth.

“Ahh, yeah. That felt so good,” he said before kissing my inner thigh. “Now be a good girl and keep swallowing me down.”

He pulled back and thrust deeper and harder, but I kept my mouth wide open. When he pushed his fingers inside of me, I began to lick his shaft, and he began to rapidly fuck my throat. His balls were highly disrespectful when they began to slap my nose and eyes, but his mouth was sucking on my clit, so I decided it was a minor inconvenience.

“My good little cock sucker,” he murmured against me before he began to lick and suck on me while stuffing his fingers in and out of me. “Such a tight little cunt.”

I groaned at his words and clenched down on his fingers as I felt a gush of arousal ease his path. He pulled his fingers out and pushed his tongue inside of me. Lapping up my arousal while holding his dick inside my neck. I struggled to breathe because his balls were squashing my nose.

“You taste delicious,” he said, pulling himself up.

I gasped in relief when he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“I love dirtying you up,” he said, rubbing his cock all over my face, smearing all of my saliva and his precum on me.

“I know,” I said, but the words came out as a croak.

“My dirty girl,” he said before slapping his cock on my mouth and chin several times. “Get on your hands and knees.”

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