The Man In The Mirror

I powered into her, driving relentlessly. When I came, my whole body jerked at the impact as hot seed spurted thickly into her.

I roared at the wonder, my hand gripping her neck, as my head fell against her.

“Fuck,” I panted, energized with raw ecstasy. “Fuuuuuck!”

I could hear her laugh at my growls of awe at the intensity of my climax. The orgasm reverberated through me in waves and waves until I stopped falling, my entire being spent beyond comprehension.

“That was a long time coming,” she muttered into my ear, and somehow I managed a laugh at the fully intended pun.

Chapter 44

Charlotte

We returned home with Zackary before the day broke.

Brett carried him, bundled in his blanket, up to his room while I followed. It made me quite happy when he woke up as he was laid down. His eyes were hazy as he tried to adjust to the light from his bedside lamp, his gaze moved from his father to me. He looked pitifully confused and my heart went out to him.

“Hey,” I said and tapped the tip of his nose.

“Where am I?” he asked groggily.

“You are home, in your bedroom,” Brett said.

“Oh.” He yawned tiredly. “My head hurts,” he muttered, lifting his hand to his head.

I caught the hand and pulled it back down to his side, and the poor thing winced at the pain in his arm. Even that little thing had hurt him. I wanted to cry then. I couldn’t say a word, but I reminded myself of what the doctor said. He was going to be fine. No lasting damage had been done.

“Go back to sleep and get some rest, okay,” his father said quietly.

“I don’t feel sleepy. Can Charlotte read Ali Baba And The Forty Thieves for me?”

I was ready to set myself on fire if he had requested it, but I had a better idea. “I have to run to the bathroom now, but,” I pulled out the book from the shelf above his bed, opened it at the bookmark, and thrust it into Brett’s hand, “Daddy will read it for you. I’ll be right back so start without me.”

Brett raised his eyebrows at me, but I motioned to him to take over. Looking mighty uncomfortable he turned back to his son.

Both males looked lost as I began to walk away, but I pretended not to notice. I disappeared from the room, but left the door open just a crack wide so I could watch them.

I watched as Brett started from where I had stopped and began to read the story to Zackary. With a smile I went back to my room. Both April and my mother had called while I was at the hospital so I quickly sent them both a message that I would call them later in the morning. Then I collapsed on my bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Boy! What a night.

I held a hand to my poor heart. From the fright of a lifetime, I had been ushered into the fuck of the century, all within the space of six hours. I couldn’t help the cat-got-the-cream smile that spread on my lips. I thought about what we had done, and the stirrings of arousal ignited and began to ripple through my body once again. It all was still so very vivid, the reminder of how I had been fucked to complete incoherence just a few hours ago.

And we didn’t use a condom.

Even more surprising, I hadn’t wanted one.

And I was the safe one. The one who warned everybody about STDs from one-night stands.

I knew I should get the morning after pill, but I didn’t even want to do that. If I got pregnant from one perfect mating with Brett, then I wanted to keep that precious life. I wanted it more than I wanted anything else. Brett’s baby. My baby. Nobody would understand, but I didn’t care. I touched my stomach and prayed I had become pregnant.

Please God.

Then my thoughts moved on and I began to relive what we’d done in one of the most unromantic places in the world. Broom cupboards would never be the same again. My clit began to throb as I recalled the feel of Brett’s cock in my mouth, and of his wild thrusts as he plunged in and out of me. I needed more. Before the sun fully rose and we all returned to reality. So I got up and opened my door wide to ensure that I did not miss Brett when he left Zackary’s room. Fifteen minutes later he appeared at my door.

“Is he asleep?”

He nodded.

I opened my arms.

“Not here,” he whispered, and he slipped his hands under me and scooped me up into his arms.

“I’m too heavy,” I protested.

“No, you’re not. You’re as light as a feather.”

“Wait,” I said, and grabbed the baby monitor.

He carried me to his quarters and laid me down on his bed. I reached out my hand and pulled his mask away.

“I want to see your beautiful face,” I said.

He kneeled on the floor in front of me. I was already so wet, but I felt myself gush when he said, “Show me your pussy, Miss Conrad, because I am hungry for her.”

Chapter 45

Charlotte

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You make me feel like a natural woman

I sneaked back to my room at dawn. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed before my alarm went off. I shot up from the bed, almost panicked. It was already seven o’clock. I hurried over to Zackary’s room. I saw him still soundly asleep on his bed, but when I walked to his bed I saw the bruise on his forehead had already become purple. Thank God, he was breathing evenly.

Closing the door quietly, I headed down the stairs and met Mrs. Blackmore alone in the kitchen, sitting quietly and having a cup of tea. When she saw me she nodded. “I checked in on the little one earlier. He was sleeping like an angel, but that’s some shiner he has on his forehead.”

“Yeah, poor kid must be full of bruises.”

“Mr. Boothsworth told me. Thank God it was nothing more serious. I can’t imagine what this morning would be like if …” She shuddered. “Did you have a good rest, dear?”

I nodded, noting the ache that ran down my thighs as I sat down, but of course that had little to nothing to do with Zackary.

She rose then, wiping her hands on her apron. “I’ll get you something to eat. It was a tough night was it not?”

“It was alright. Where is everyone?” I asked noting the unusually empty kitchen.

“Off to their chores … With what happened to Zackary we’re expecting Madam back very soon so no one wants to be caught slacking off.”

I felt a cold claw squeeze at my insides, but I tried to keep my gaze as neutral as possible. “Has someone told her then?”

“I would imagine Mr. King would. She is the boy’s mother, after all.”

I nodded.

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She glanced at her watch. “He’ll be leaving in an hour so I should start getting his meal ready now.”

“I’ll take it to him,” I said to her. “I want to ask him some information about the hospital last night so I’ll just take it to him when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, dear,” she said with a grateful smile.

A quarter of an hour later I was at his door. As I brought up my hand to knock, I found it trembling. Taking a deep breath, I knocked, and when he didn’t respond, I made my way in.

“Brett?” I called.

Placing his meal down, and getting no response, I headed into his bedroom to find it empty. From the sound of the running water I guessed he was in the bathroom, so I headed into the massive space.

The glass of his shower stall was frosty, but I could still see the outline of his frame as he stood gloriously tall and broad under the cascade, his palm was pressed against the wall and his gaze on the ground. He looked beautiful. Like the standing version of The Thinker statue pondering on some important matter.

For a second I hesitated interrupting him. Then, gearing up courage, I knocked softly on the glass door, and watched as he whirled his head around, water droplets flying away from him. He pulled the door opened and stood before me, gloriously naked, his cock bobbing slightly under its own weight.

I couldn’t take my eyes off how glorious he was, until his greeting lifted my gaze to his.

“Enjoying the view?” he drawled.

I grinned. “Yes.”

“I thought you would wake me up.”

“I thought about it,” I replied, “but you looked too peaceful asleep. I couldn’t dare disrupt that.”

“Alright,” he said with a smile, “but don’t do it again.”

“Uh, I brought your meal. I’ve placed it on the table.” I turned around and pretended to leave when he reached out and caught me before I could get away. I smiled as my body connected with his wet muscles. I could feel his cock hardening as it pressed against my buttocks. I thought of Mrs. King coming. This was her husband and her son I was playing house with. Then I thought about how little she cared for either one of them and I shut my eyes. The tug of arousal was almost unbearable as he slid his arms across my breasts.