Page 70 of Just Say When

My dick still deep in her mouth, she narrowed her eyes at me. I might be giving the orders, but with herhands on my balls, my cock in her mouth, she was the one with all the power. The only reason I was the one in control was because she allowed me to be.

With a whine, she released me. “But I want?—”

My eyebrows arched, I stepped around her and headed to the bathroom. “Stay where you are. On your knees.”

I didn’t look behind me to see what she would do with that command. Either way, we’d have some fun.

She was still there when I returned with a damp washcloth.

“You made a mess, hellion.” I tossed the washcloth into her lap. “Clean me up.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, lifting the cloth, but I stopped her, capturing her chin between my thumb and index finger and tilting her face to look at me.

“Not sir,” I corrected. “Husband.”

Those dark blue eyes of hers didn’t leave mine for a second, even as I felt the movement of her throat as she swallowed hard. “Yes,husband.”

And then she cleaned her red lipstick off my cock with gentle, thorough strokes. After, she flipped the washcloth over and wiped her mouth, leaving it a rosy pink.

My cock ached with frustration at being denied an orgasm. Was I punishing her, or punishing myself? “Get on the bed. Face down. Ass up.”

She crawled to the center of the bed. It was a damnfine view, but she wasn’t where I wanted her. After shucking my clothes, I grabbed her hips and tugged her back to the edge. I stood behind her and ran my palms over the rounded contours of her backside, then slipped between her thighs. I groaned at what I found there.

“You’re soaked, hellion.” I slid my fingers up her seam, spreading her wetness as I went. Whimpering, she pushed back against my hand. Immediately I withdrew. She looked at me over her shoulder, frowning. “You’ve been bad, Essie. Letting another man think he could have this. What should I do about it?”

Her eyes were dark and desperate as she met my gaze. “Spank me.”

My palm came down on the silky globe of her ass with a resounding crack. Once, twice, three times. She cried out, a sound of mingled pleasure and pain, and dropped her forehead to the mattress, twisting the quilt in her fists.

I kissed the red bloom, felt the heat of it against my lips. “You won’t do that again, will you? You won’t make another man think he can take what’s mine.” When she hesitated a little too long, I nipped at her silky skin. “Hellion,” I warned.

“I won’t,” she said, but I heard the lie of it in her voice. She would. She liked this game too much to resist.

But I rewarded her anyway. Because I liked it, too.

I flipped her over and pushed her knees wide. Her pussy was pink and swollen from arousal, glisteningwith wetness. I bent down and gave her clit one hard suck. Her hips lifted on a hoarse cry. She was so close. It would only take a second and she’d come. Another lick, another suck. And fuck, I wanted it as badly as she did.

But I didn’t fold.

I straightened despite her protests, despite how much I wanted to bury my mouth in her sweet pussy. I dragged my aching cock through her wetness and teased her entrance. Her hips tilted.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please what?” I asked.

“Please…” Her eyes darted back and forth in confusion. “Please fuck me?”

“Please fuck me,husband.” I growled the correction. “That’s what you call me. Me, and no one else. Not fucking ever, do you understand? I belong to you. I’vealwaysbelonged to you.” I caught her hand and dragged it to my chest. To my heart, and the tattoo that claimed it. “This is your mouth, Essie. Your kiss. The one you put there the day you went over the cliff. I have always kept you right here on my heart.”

“Brax,” she whispered.

“I can’t be satisfied with anything less than everything. Not when it comes to you. Back then, I knew we couldn’t keep on like nothing had changed, becauseeverythinghad changed. If I didn’t walk away from you then, I never would have. I would have tied you to me the first chance I got. I’d do it now, if you let me. Fill youup again and again with my cum until your belly is round with our baby.”

I splayed my palm beneath her belly button, imagining it. Craving it. “All you ever had to do is just say when.”

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