“More,” he begged. He could never get enough of her blow jobs. His naughty girl had no gag reflex, which allowed her to take him deeper than he’d ever been before in a woman’s mouth. It was one of her special gifts.
Paisley decided to let him believe he was taking back control as she gave in to his request. Her lips tightened around his length as she hollowed her cheeks and stroked his dick. The feel of him on her tongue set her body on fire. Each twitch told her he was close to release. But she wasn’t going to give in that easily. Just at the moment when it was apparent, he was ready to explode, she released him from her mouth. The tease in her did this several times, until he couldn’t take much more of it.
It was time to put him out of his misery and send him soaring. Crawling up his body, her tits rubbed along his chest as their bodies aligned. When her lips collided with his, Braxton sat up, taking her with him. Paisley reached between them without breaking the kiss, lining his dick to her entrance.
Braxton couldn’t wait any longer, and he’d thrust into her. He received one moment of control before Paisley took it back and controlled the speed in which she raised and lowered herself on him. Her hands had pulled and tugged at his hair as she’d ridden him. The sensation of their bodies together caused her to chase her own climax and forget she was supposed to be in charge.
Her body had risen and fallen on him. She’d twisted and rocked, rubbing the tiny bundle of nerves at her entrance against him. “Oh, God, oh, God,” she’d cried out as she moved faster and harder along him until she rode out her own release.
Her muscles contracted and released multiple times as she went over the edge, and it took everything Braxton had not to follow her into his own heavenly bliss.
When she finally came down from her high, Braxton rolled Paisley to her back. It was his turn then, and he wasn’t going to be gentle—not after she toyed with him for so long. He thrust into her hard and fast, pounding at her entrance with each advance. She squeezed him tighter and tighter, and he could feel her working her way toward her second orgasm. He’d reached down with his right hand, grabbing at her breast and claiming her nipple. With each lunge, he had sucked and bit at her hardened peak, relentless in his attack and determined to take her over the edge once again.
“Come with me, butterfly,” he called out to her as his palm collided with her butt cheek. He wasn’t able to hold back any longer; God knew he tried. As his release exploded into her, it was all the motivation she needed to let go and finally climax along with him.
They laid in each other's arms, fully sated, Braxton had unanswered questions. “What was that all about, Mrs. Michaels?”
Paisley rose her head off his chest so that her eyes met his. “I want us to have our own child.”
Fear fluttered through Braxton. “What did you do, Paisley?”
“You should see your face, Brax.” She laughed at the expression on his face. “I didn’t do anything. I just want you to think about it. Sleep on it, and we can discuss it in the morning.”
Paisley rolled over, turning her back to him as if nothing happened. As if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb between them.
“Ma. Ma. Ma.” The same word bellowed from the baby monitor sitting on the bedside table.
“Da. Da. Da,” Emmersyn cried out
Braxton nudged Paisley in the side. “Your turn.”
Paisley reached behind her, pushing at Braxton’s hip. “Nooo, you do it. I was up late with her.”
Braxton swung his legs off the side of the bed as he sat. He ran his hands through his sex-mussed hair. A smile formed on his lips as he recalled the unbridled lovemaking they’d shared once Emmersyn had fallen asleep the night before.
Emmersyn’s call of Ma and Da through the baby monitor turned into cries. He had gotten so lost in the memory of last night he’d forgotten why he was sitting on the edge of his bed.
Braxton stood. It was time to take care of his daughter, and then it would be time to take care of his wife. A dark cloud hung over him because he knew that this morning could very easily be the beginning of the end. He hadn’t wanted more children for selfish reasons. Telling his wife she’d never bear his child had so many possible outcomes, and none of them ended in his favor.
Chapter 31
Paisley had stared at Braxton’s back as he’d sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. She’d listen to Emmersyn ramble on with her newly found words, ma and da, until those words had become cries. She had thought about crawling out of bed and taking care of the little one, but Braxton had said he would do it and she wanted him to be the one to attend to Emmy.
Finally, after five minutes of crying, she had decided that Braxton was so lost in thought that she needed to get out of bed and tend to their baby girl. But as she rolled to her other side, Braxton finally stood and walked out of the room.
She had seen the fear in Braxton’s eyes last night when she had mentioned wanting to have a child. It had never been a topic of discussion, since their whole marriage had begun as a business arrangement.
Now, almost a year had passed, and
