Page 61 of Taming His Honeydoll
“I don’t care,” she retorted fiercely.
“You could end up pregnant again.”
“Well, we can’t have twenty kids if we don’t get started right away,” she sassed back, her eyes darkening. “You’ve already cost us four years.”
Sawyer dropped his head to take her mouth with his, his fingers trailing between her legs to find her soaked and ready for him. His little girl was horny as hell. “Last chance to change your mind,” he husked, just before he nipped her breast and swirled his finger inside her. He could satisfy her just fine without getting her pregnant.
She arched her back and gasped, driving her hips into his hand. “Put up or shut up,” she taunted.
That was all he needed. When she was writhing and begging beneath him, he got off the bed. “On your knees,” he demanded, devouring the picture she made. Her lips were swollen, her nipples were reddened and standing at attention. She quickly rolled over and up on her knees, then sensuously wiggled her glorious bottom at him. Little brat was such a tease.
He reached out and touched the welts made by the belt, rubbing the soft warm skin beneath his fingers while she drew in her breath. “You belong to me, baby brat. I’m going to brand you mine, now and forever. “Down on your elbows,” he commanded softly as he moved her knees apart.
She immediately dropped down leaving her wide open to his gaze, the submissive pose of kneeling for him to mount her making him hotter than ever. This act of dominance and submission was better than he’d ever dreamed possible. Taking her hips firmly in his grip he slid into her wet channel all the way to the hilt. She shuddered and he was afraid she was going to go off right then.
“Oh, Sawyer,” she breathed. “That’s it, don’t stop.”
This time when he withdrew, he smacked the right side of her bottom before immediately ramming back in. Then he repeated his action with the left cheek.
Emma urged him on, seeming unfazed by his hands reddening her bottom. He continued until he’d left no pale skin between the belt licks and he felt satisfied that he’d left his brand on her. Then he rode her hard as a keening noise built in her throat. He was so close.
Panting hard, he reached around one hip and pinched her little nubbin and her body stiffened. With a scream, she flew apart the same time he roared with pleasure at his release. She almost bucked him off, but he was deeply seated within her, His hands held her hips while she gyrated beneath him until finally, they both collapsed on the bed exhausted and satiated.
“I love you, Emma” he vowed fervently into her hair when he gathered her close. “You’re mine, and nothing will ever part us again.”
“And I love you,” she vowed back, still trying to catch her breath. “That was so amazing, I can’t wait to do it again.”
He roared with laughter and then tucked her in close beside him. The duvet he pulled over them both to snuggle under.
“I hope this baby is a girl,” Emma said with a huge yawn. “Levi needs a little sister to take care of.”
“What if he turns out like Oliver?” Sawyer teased, his hand cupping her warm breast and holding her close.
“Then she’ll be in good hands, won’t she?”
“I take it you’ve forgiven him?”
“It’s more like I’ve matured, I think,” she mused quietly.
Sawyer chuckled. “I still think he should have put you over his knee a time or two. Especially for the marijuana incident.”
“Yeah, probably. But don’t tell him that. It’ll go to his head if he thinks I like him.”
“My sympathies are all with Oliver. You’re such a brat.”
“No, I’m not,”
“Go to sleep, baby brat, we’re going to dinner in a few hours.”
“I’m not a nap taker.”
“Do you want a sore bottom?”
“I’ve already got a sore bottom.”
“I can make it worse.”
“Fine, I’m tired anyway.”
