Chapter 6
Whiskee
My husband was one of the most intense, protective, violent, and feared men in the South.
Even though he’d retired from the mafia and the streets, his reputation was still valid, and he was still not one to be fucked with.
However, I saw the moment fear flashed across his face at the thought of me wanting to talk to him.
I wanted to assure him that everything was okay, but what I wanted to talk to him about was truly a big deal.
“You ain’t about to divorce me, are you?”
Laughing, I wrapped his arms around me because they’d dropped. “Absolutely not. It’s a good thing. I’m just not sure how open to it you will be.”
“Okay, I guess. You need help with dinner?”
“Nope. Let me serve you, baby. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed before giving me another quick kiss and heading to the living room. I poured him a shot of whiskey and took it to him, blushing when he said, “You know you’re my favorite whiskey to drink. Come put that pussy on my mouth.”
“Babe! I thought you wanted to eat real food first?” I asked, putting his drink on the side table.
“It won’t take me but a minute to make you cum. C’mere.”
I had no desire to deny him or deny myself for that matter.
Beethoven was the first man that I’d ever encountered who truly loved eating me for his pleasure.
When we first started having sex, it was so overwhelming I thought the man was going to kill me.
Now that I’d gotten used to his love for eating me and sex, we had the time of our lives in the bedroom or wherever else.
He lowered himself a few inches in his seat on the merlot-colored sofa and licked his lips.
Planting my feet on the sofa, I shivered when he lifted my house dress and pushed my panties to the side.
The moment he spread my cheeks and licked between my folds, I sighed.
There was nothing better than making love to and fucking my husband.
It was truly the best way to celebrate, express anger, handle sadness, or deal with loss and gain.
There wasn’t a time I didn’t want to have this man on me and in me.
I literally wanted to be in his skin, and he was just as obsessed with me.
“Oh my God,” I slurred, clawing at the wall when he slurped my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
He knew just where to lick and apply pressure to make me gush and cum instantly.
And just like he’d said, it happened in less than a minute.
“Baby, wait,” I pleaded as I trembled against him.
“Mm mm.” Beethoven tightened his grip around me and held me in place, licking and sucking and sucking and licking until I came again.
My legs shook, and that was the only reason he released me. Before he could try and flip me to continue feasting on my pussy, I sat in his lap and unbuttoned his jeans.
“Whatchu doing? I wasn’t done.”
“I want you inside, baby.”
Our lips connected as I freed his dick, but when I slid down it, the sizzling breath I inhaled forced me to break away from the kiss.
Beethoven moaned and lowered himself further, angling me to have the perfect target—my G-spot.
My chin trembled and eyes tightened as pleasure filled me.
It didn’t matter how often he was inside of me; I never got tired of it.
Never got bored of it. Always wanted more of it—wanted more of him.
Time seemed to still when we became one.
I didn’t know where I was or how much time passed.
All I could focus on was how good he was making me feel.
When he squeezed my waist and groaned, I knew he was about to cum.
Beethoven lifted his hips to match my strokes, and the friction caused me to cum right along with him.
He flipped us over and pressed my back into the sofa. I watched as his saliva dripped down onto my clit before he covered it with his thumb.
“Ooh shit,” I hummed, toes curling as my spine tingled.
“Damn, Whiskee. Your pussy keeps getting wetter and wetter.”
“It’s because I wanted you so bad and you feel so damn good,” I moaned, tweaking my nipples.
“Good enough to cum on daddy again?”
“Yesss.”
“Be my good girl and cum.”
My back arched off the sofa and eyes snapped shut as his strokes hardened but kept their same pace.
When he applied pressure under the hood of my clit, I squirted and came.
Beethoven growled as he came inside of me again.
Once we regained our composure, Beethoven picked me up and carried me to our master bathroom.
We showered together and made slower love before washing again and getting out.
After we dressed, I headed to the kitchen to finally start on our dinner.
I wasn’t sure when was the best time to broach the subject. I watched as Beethoven mixed yams and mac and cheese. We also had fried chicken and mustard greens. This was his favorite soul food meal, and for the conversation I wanted to have, I needed to do everything I could to soften him.
“I want another baby,” I blurted before drinking some of my red Kool-Aid, because suddenly, my mouth went dry.
Beethoven paused mid-bite. I thought he was about to put his fork down, so when he slowly put it in his mouth as he stared at me, I laughed softly.
He waited until he was finished chewing to respond with, “I’m not risking losing you again, Whiskee. For nothing. You know that.”
“I know, Beethoven. That’s why I had my tubes tied.”
“Then why are we discussing this?”
“Are we actually going to discuss it, or have you already made up your mind?”
“I guess it depends on what you’re asking for. I told you after you flatlined on that fucking bed that I would never let you put yourself in that position again. If that means Winston will be our only child, he’s more than enough for me.”
“And he’s enough for me, too, but I also want at least one more child, baby.
I have a way to do it without me having to carry the baby.
” I covered his hand with mine. “I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to see me flatline.
And trust me, I don’t want to ever experience that again.
Winston is our miracle baby. I almost lost him too.
” My eyes watered at the thought, and his did too.
He quickly brushed a tear away and hung his head.
“But I want another baby. I want a daughter with your eyes and my personality. I want Winston to grow up with a sibling and best friend he can count on for the rest of his life.”
He released a shaky breath and nodded. “Okay, bae. What did you have in mind? Adoption?”
“No. Surrogacy. That way the baby can still be biologically ours. I just won’t have to carry them.”
His body deflated, which was a good sign.
“Okay. That can work. Did you have anyone in mind? Or will we need to work with a company?”
“Actually, yes. I—Mahogany. I was talking to her about how I wanted another baby and that I preferred to have him or her before Winston turned two next year. We discussed all the options, and when surrogacy came up, she offered. Of course I would love for her to be our surrogate. I don’t think I would really trust anyone else for something like this. ”
“And she’s really okay with that? She hasn’t had her own child yet.”
“True, but she doesn’t really want to start her own family. Her brand deals are coming in like crazy, and she’s enjoying living for herself. I don’t think Mahogany will ever want the responsibility of her own children, but she said she would be honored to slow down long enough to carry our baby.”
Beethoven lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it.
“After you died, I made up in my mind I didn’t want any more babies because I refused to risk your health and life.
Now that you’re telling me there’s a chance we can expand our family .
. .” He smiled, and the sight of it made my heart squeeze. “Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Yay!”
“If sis is really down, tell her she won’t have to worry about a thing while she’s pregnant. I know she probably won’t want us to pay her, but I’m going to make sure she’s well compensated,” he said before returning to his food.
“Yeah, I already told her you would, but she insisted on doing it for free.”
“Nah. For what she’s doing, she deserves the world. I’m going to make sure you and I put it at her feet.”
All I could do was beam as I stared at my husband biting down on his chicken.
He was casually eating and making plans like I hadn’t just dropped a bomb on him, further proving he was the perfect man for me.
Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his face and kissed him.
Beethoven laughed as he kissed me back. The tears came out of nowhere, and I didn’t bother trying to hold them in.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I love you so much.”
“No need to thank me. Thank you for bringing our son into this world and staying here with me to raise him. I love you more.”
We kissed again before I released him so he could return to his meal, but I was too excited to eat mine. I excused myself and grabbed my phone from our bedroom. Mahogany had texted me to let me know she’d made it home, but I called her instead of texting her back.
“You told him?” she asked as soon as she answered.
“I did.”
“Sooo?”
“He said yes!”
“OMG, OMG, OMG! Yay, sister! I’m so happy for you!”
My tears started up again as I sat on the edge of the bed. My husband and I were going to have another baby, and my best friend and sister would carry him or her for us. The only thing that was going to make my perfect life better was the moment I got to hold our baby in my arms.