Charlotte on her knees with her mouth full of my cock is a sight to behold. Even after all these years of marriage and three beautiful little girls, I still can’t seem to get enough of her. I fall in love with her more and more every day. It’s moments like this, when I can see the love and devotion she has for me in her eyes, that I’m most thankful for.  

“I’ve missed you,” I moan as my shaft bumps into the back of her throat, causing her to gag loudly. “Remind me never to leave for business again.”  

“You say that every time,” she responds, a long glistening trail of salvia mixed with precum falling from her lips.  

We now have three restaurants, Mon Ange, in Paris, with a new one opening in Manhattan this year. That’s been Charlotte’s baby, the first restaurant she’s planned on her own from start to finish. But production delays and the coming birth of our son kept her at home, forcing me to check over the last-minute details.  

After the Samuel’s birth, we’ll be spending about a year in New York to get the business off the ground before coming back home to Paris. I’ve told Charlotte several times that we could move back to the States if that’s what she wants, but she tells me every time that this is our home, the place we fell in love, and the place we are going to grow old together.  

“Open wide.”   

Her red lips stretch wide around my shaft as I tangle my hands in her long auburn hair. Our eyes lock with each other as my cock glides along her flattened tongue to the back of her throat. 

Her mouth is warm just like her pussy, both perfectly made for my cock. My hands are firm on either side of her head as I fuck her mouth. Charlotte’s eyes clamp shut as she breathes through the force of my cock plunging down her throat quickly and deeply until I back away, letting it fall out with an audible pop. 

“You look so beautiful.” I run my cock along her bottom lip as lines of mascara run down her cheeks and saliva drips from her chin.  

Her hands are bound in front of her like she’s praying, on her knees, ready to do my bidding.  

This is the side of us I miss the most. The side we’ve explored more and more throughout our relationship. I knew since the first taste of her pussy that Charlotte was the other half of my soul, ready to make every fantasy come true.  

Having three kids and another on the way, it’s hard to find time for ourselves, but we make it work. We rely on our friends and family to watch the girls, giving us a break and a chance to connect with each other once again.  

She squirms on her knees, rubbing her legs together and seeking some relief.  

“Please,” she whines, her tongue peeking from between her lips and licking the tip of my cock.  

I groan loudly, gripping my dick firmly in my hands before pushing inside. I grip the back of her head and set a punishing pace, fucking her mouth the way I plan to do with her pussy. Charlotte moans around my cock, hollowing her cheeks and sucking me deep into her mouth, then swirling her tongue around the tip and teasing my slit. My knees buckle as I pull my cock from between her lips.  

“Get on the bed,” I command, helping her to her feet. “Arms stretched out in front of you, ass in the air.”  

She gives me a devious smile before climbing onto the bed, then wiggles her ass at me as she reaches her arms toward the headboard.  

I give her ass a hard smack before heading toward the top of the bed, latching her clasped hands to the concealed hook in the center of the headboard. My mouth waters as I climb on behind her and run my hands along her red ass cheeks before hitting each one three times in quick succession.  

Charlotte moans loudly, tugging on her binds and pushing her hips toward me as I run my tongue around her puckered hole before shoving it into her pussy. I’ve been waiting to eat her out all damn day, and I savor her like a dessert. My cock hardens instantly as her juices fill my mouth, and I nibble and suck at her clit before burying my tongue in her hole.  

“Bryce,” she moans, her heavy breathing filling the room, and I feel her tense under my hands.  

I slide my hand up the back of her leg and over her ass and peel back her cheek, revealing her tight, puckered hole. Charlotte moans loudly as I slide my thumb into her ass, thrusting her pussy into my face as she screams.  

I bring her almost to the edge before removing my thumb and slowing my movements, keeping her from her release, then begin the process all over again.  

“Please make me come,” she whimpers. 

I chuckle darkly as I give her one long lick from front to back before lining my cock with her center and slamming my hips forward, pounding into her at a punishing pace.  

“Fuck, I never tire of feeling your pussy wrapped around my cock.” I lean forward, pressing her body into the bed and biting down hard on her neck.  

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Charlotte chants. 

I slam into her one more time before stars cross my eyes and her pussy clenches tightly against my cock.  

“Milk my cock dry, mon ange,” I groan as I slide my hands around her body, pinching both of her nipples as she comes undone. 

I follow quickly behind her, and after a few languid pumps, I pull out of her with a hiss.  

“Doing okay?” I question, untying her hands before rubbing soothing circles on her wrist.  

“I’m amazing.” She grimaces slightly as something wet pools beneath us on the bed. “Although I think my water just broke.”  

I immediately jump into action, climbing out of the bed and throwing on the first thing I can find before helping Charlotte sit up.  

“Do you want to shower first?” 

Since this isn’t our first, we should have some time before we need to head to the hospital, but you never know. Her first two deliveries with Monica and Brinley were quick, but Amelia lasted forever.  

“I don’t think we have that kind of time.” She winces in pain. “Unless you want to deliver our son yourself.  

“Tempting,” I smirk, giving her hand a squeeze. “But I’d rather let the professionals handle it.”  

I rush into the closet and grab her a comfortable dress to throw on before helping her off the bed, and we make our way to the car.  

If someone would have asked me thirteen years ago if this was how I thought my life would turn out, I’d have laughed in their face. Letting Giselle talk me into teaching a master class changed my life forever, filling it with an unimaginable amount of joy and happiness – something that, to this day, she continues to remind me of.  

Life with Charlotte hasn’t been easy. We’ve gone through our ups and downs and come back stronger each time. If I was to go back and tell my past self that he would meet the love of his life teaching a master class, he’d laugh in my face. But I wouldn’t change anything about my time with Charlotte. It’s the shit fairy tales are made of…really dirty ones.