Mack’s eyes took a leisurely stroll down her body, his gaze taking in every single gorgeous curve. Each hill and valley on her tiny frame looked mouthwateringly perfect to him. “What the hell am I supposed to be seeing that I shouldn’t like, baby?” he asked softly. “Because in my personal and professional opinion, as far as I can tell, you’re walking, talking perfection.”
Millie laughed involuntarily. “I’m far from perfect, Mack. My boobs sag from breastfeeding Paisley and I’ve got this pouch of fat in my belly that refuses to go away no matter what diet I’m on or how many sit-ups I do a day,” she complained with a sigh as she glared down at the offending pouch in question.
Mack shook his head incredulously as he quickly advanced on her, moving to cradle both her generous C-cup breasts in his hand. Staring at the firm, round globes he held. Mack licked his own lips as he yearned to wrap his lips around one dusky pink turgid nipple and suck. “Baby, I don’t know what you think I observe here, but all I can see is a pair of nice, ample tits that I want to fuck at my earliest possible convenience. They sag, my ass. They’re both firm and entirely suckable, Millie,” he assured her before bending to capture one straining nipple in his mouth and give it a hard pull with his lips.
Millie cried out, gripping his shoulder for balance as his tongue circled her nipple, worrying the tip with the edge of his teeth. “Oh, God, Mack!” she gasped when he covered her breast and suckled. “That feels so good,” she whimpered.
Mack didn’t bother answering her, his mouth much more occupied with tasting the bounty before him. Good Christ, but he loved her body. He already imagined hours of leisurely exploration, learning what she liked and what made her beg for more. Sliding a hand over the swell of her belly, he grinned. His woman was insane. Maybe she did have a small pouch, but he loved it. He enjoyed the fact that she wasn’t one of those stick figure women that a man had to worry he’d break in half if he fucked her too hard. Millie’s body was made for him. Healthy and strong, he knew she’d be able to take his cock the way he liked to give it without him having to worry that he’d hurt her.
Lifting his head, he brushed his fingers over the little pooch she was concerned with and grinned. “I love your body, Millie. If the so-called pouch goes, I’m going with it. Got it?” he asked before pressing his lips to the small swell. “This is where you’ll nurture our babies one day, Sweetheart. I want you the way you are. Your body is amazing. And now it’s belongs to me, too. And since it does, that means no more fucking diets or sit-ups. You don’t need that bullshit. Got it?”
Millie nodded. “Thank you,” she returned shakily. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like… that you wouldn’t think I….”
“Let me put your mind at ease then,” Mack interrupted, knowing the basic thought she was trying to express and wanting nothing more than to erase those ideas from her mind. “I don’t like your body; I love it. I love it the same way I love you. Deeply and completely. The only thing I think is that I’m one lucky son of a bitch because I’m the only man that’s ever gonna get to know just how perfect you are,” he said, sliding his arms around her and drawing her closer until they were chest to chest. “This isn’t temporary, Millie. I’m not going to change my mind. It’s you for me. Just you, baby, exactly as you are.” He wasn’t sure who had made her so insecure about her body, but he had his suspicions. And if he ever saw his prime suspect, he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to keep from killing him.
Millie nodded and buried her face against his neck, her lips pressed against his warm flesh and her arms going around his lean waist. “I never imagined the grumpy doctor I worked for would have such a way with words.”
“I’m full of surprises, Millie,” Mack’s deep voice rumbled as he slowly guided her body backward to lie in the center of the bed. Stretching out over her, he smiled. “But I’m not really interested in talking anymore, are you?” he asked, dipping his head to capture an engorged nipple between his teeth.
“No,” she denied, shaking her head against the pillow as his teeth toyed with her swollen flesh. “No, I think talking might be overrated at this point,” she added as his tongue bathed her breast, sliding around her areola before sucking her nipple back into his warm, wet mouth.
Mack heard Millie’s breath catch as he moved one hand between her legs and slid one finger through her wet heat. Slick with her own juices, he found her clit easily, barely touching it as he circled his index finger around the stiff bud.
“Mack!” Millie cried out, her neck craning against the pillows as he circled the stiffened bundle of nerves again, pressing a bit harder on the needy button.
Slowly sliding two fingers into her snug channel to test her depths, he growled when she lifted her hips to him, forcing his digits deeper inside her tight heat. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby. You’re gonna feel like heaven wrapped around my dick,” he groaned, adding a third finger to stretch her for his cock. He was far from a small man, and he knew that after years of remaining untouched, she’d need some priming. “That’s it, baby,” he crooned against her neck. “Fuck my fingers,” he encouraged her as she began to raise and lower her hips against his hand. Smiling when her pussy clenched and gushed around his fingers, he knew she was close.
“Mack, oh, God, it feels so good,” she whimpered, her pelvis rocking as she met every thrust of his fingers. Gasping when those wicked digits curled and pressed against an incredibly sensitive patch of nerves deep inside her, her nails dug into his shoulders. “Oh, please,” she begged, her hips churning.
“Not yet, baby,” he whispered, kissing her deeply as he pulled his fingers from her snug channel.
“What? No!” she wailed, clutching at his shoulders as he eased away from her. “You can’t leave me like this!”
“I’m not leaving, Millie. But I need a taste,” he rasped, pressing scorching kisses along the line of her belly until he reached her splayed thighs. “I’ve imagined what this pussy will taste like, and I’m finally going to take a bite. Lie back, baby, and let me eat my pussy in peace,” he ordered with a grin before dropping his head and sweeping his tongue through her slit from her pretty little rosette to her needy, swollen clit. Groaning as her taste flooded his tongue, Mack knew that if he died right here, surrounded by her scent and flavor, he’d go to the Hereafter a satisfied man. Lapping at her slick cunt, he growled as she jerked, the sensations almost too much for her. “Mine,” he snarled, clamping his hands around her hips and holding her hostage as his tongue alternated between flicking her pulsing clit and fucking her tight little hole. Her thick, heady juices dripped from his chin as he sucked and licked at her aching flesh.
Milly managed to lift her head from the pillow and stare down her body. Biting her lip, she watched as his tongue drew figure eights against her pussy and she felt her core clench. “Mack,” she whispered, catching her breath as his lusty gaze rose to meet hers. “Please,” she pleaded, the empty ache inside her intensifying as his thumb found her clit again as began to rub it in slow, firm circles. “I need you,” she begged.
His body longed to fill hers and her sweet entreaties were enough to send him surging back up her body, his face still damp with the evidence of her desire for him. “I love your taste,” he growled, seizing her lips to share her pussy’s unique flavor with her. Feeling her moan vibrate against his lips, he grinned against her mouth. “You like that, don’t you? Tasting your pussy on my tongue turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Millie’s eyes dilated at his filthy question, but she found she couldn’t lie to him. “I love it,” she whispered as his hands found her wrists, pulling her arms above her head as his big, broad body settled in the cradle of her legs, his cock resting deliciously near her aching pussy.
“My dirty girl,” Mack whispered reverently against her parted lips. “I’m never going to get enough of you, Millie. Your sweet smile, your hot little body, your scorching kisses, and your addictive cunt… you were fucking made for me.” Bending to claim her mouth for a wet kiss, he slow
ly broke away to stare down into her excited eyes. “Do I need a condom, Millie? I’m clean, but I’ll stop and get one from my wallet if you want,” he rasped, rubbing his throbbing cock through the wet, folds of her pussy.
“I’m on the pill and clean,” she replied softly. “I just want you, Mack, with nothing between us. Just fill me. Please,” she urged, lifting her hips as he slid against her core again.
Mack’s blood heated to a near boil as he heard her invite him inside. “I’ve longed for this for so long, baby. I wanna savor it, but I don’t think I can wait,” he confided, sucking her lower lip into his mouth.
Millie gasped as his dick languorously slid against her sensitive clit. “Then don’t wait. Just take what’s yours,” she cried desperately as she felt his hips draw back and suddenly thrust against her. Screaming as she felt his thick cock impale her, Millie moaned as he finally buried himself completely within her.
“Fuck,” Mack hissed, feeling her slippery wet heat surrounding him, squeezing him in a hot, tight embrace that threatened to bring their pleasure to a sudden end. “Don’t move, baby. You move and this is gonna be over really fast,” he warned as the walls of her cunt pulsed around him.
Squirming underneath him as her own pleasure mounted, Millie groaned. “Oh, fuck, that feels amazing,” she gasped, turning her head to press a kiss to the side of Mack’s face. “I feel so full, so complete.”
Since she was stuffed to overflowing with his dick, Mack was gratified to hear that she liked the feeling. Feeling the beast inside him beating against the cage Mack kept him in, he knew it wouldn’t be long before the animal inside him broke free and took its mate. “Millie, baby, wrap those long legs around my hips,” he ordered harshly. Feeling her quickly comply, he lifted his head enough to stare down into her lust filled eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. It’s gonna be hard, fast and deep, but I promise, later I’ll make it slow and sweet.”
Feeling her nod against his jaw, Mack growled as he began to move, thrusting deep until he bottomed out inside her. Blindly turning to cover her mouth with is, he set a brutal pace as his body surged inside hers, taking what she willingly offered and claiming it as his own. When he realized that he couldn’t get as deep as the snarling animal within him wanted, he released her hands and reached behind him to unhook Millie’s ankles behind his back. Pushing her limber legs over his shoulders, he groaned as his dick slid further inside her blistering wet heat.
Millie squealed, her hands grabbing mindlessly for the slats in her headboard. “Oh, God, Mack. You’re so deep! Don’t stop,” she begged mindlessly, lifting her hips to receive every punishing thrust of his hips.
Grunting as he lunged inside her, Mack came to his knees between her thighs, watching as his dick, glistening with their combined juices, disappeared into her body only to reappear a heartbeat later. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful, Millie. And mine, baby. All mine,” he grunted, his jaw clenching as the agonizing pleasure seemed to crystallize, becoming so sharp and piercing that it threatened to paralyze him. He could hear his heavy balls slapping against her pussy with every hard push of his hips. He was dimly aware of her cries of pleasure, her moving hands, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders urging him toward paradise.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Millie chanted, her body glistening with perspiration as she rocked her hips, meeting every pounding thrust of his hips. Her orgasm hovered just out of reach as his body pummeled hers. “Don’t stop, Mack. Give it to me,” she begged, her nails now scoring his rock-hard chest. “Yeah, that’s it!” she wailed as his hips began to move in short jerky jabs.
Mack growled low in his throat as he felt his balls tighten, his cum roiling inside. “Cum for me, Millie,” he roared fiercely, sliding his hand between and using his thumb to flick her bud. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” he urged deeply, sucking the tender flesh at the curve of her neck as she screamed against his ear, her pussy clamping around his dick as her orgasm barreled through her.
Groaning deeply as the contractions of her cunt began to milk his cock, Mack pumped his hips furiously against her. “Holy fuck,” he cursed as the first furious blast of his semen bathed her walls. Grunting heavily as his dick spewed a heavy burst of cum within her, he sought her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside to claim her mouth the way his cock claimed her pussy.
When the last of his essence was spent, he remained inside her, still half-hard. Lifting his head, he stared into her sleepy, satiated eyes. “You okay, honey? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, easing back to get a good look at her flushed face.
“Mmm hmmm,” Millie hummed, her body barely moving as she finally opened her eyes. “You hurt me in all the very best ways,” she replied with a satisfied, dreamy smile as her hand lifted to run her fingers down the center of his face. “In fact, you have my permission to hurt me like that any time you get the urge.”
“Don’t think I won’t hold you to that, Millie,” he warned with a happy smile as he finally convinced his body to withdraw from hers. Rolling on his back, he gathered her spent body against him. “That was, without a doubt, the best sex of my life. You were amazing, sweetheart. I swear, it’s like God made you with me in His mind.”
Snuggling close, Millie smiled. “Maybe He did. You never know.” Yawning, she rubbed her cheek against his chest. “You make a good pillow. I don’t think that I’m going to like sleeping without you after this.”
“About that,” Mack began, disrupting her comfortable repose as he turned to snag his jeans off the floor and pull something out of his pocket. “I’ve been thinking,” he continued as he returned to her side, adjusting a pillow so that he could recline against the headboard while wrapping an arm around Millie.
“Thinking about what?” she asked absently, sliding her fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest.
“About this,” he said, cracking open a black velvet ring box and showing her the square-cut antique diamond engagement ring that was nestled inside.
“Oh my God,” Millie gaped, sitting straight up in bed as her hand went to her naked chest and she looked from the ring to Mack back to the ring again. “Is that…”
“It’s an engagement ring. Or, more accurately, it’s your engagement ring,” he supplied helpfully as he plucked the platinum band from the box and reached for Millie’s left hand. “You might not know this but in addition to being a controlling bastard, I’m kinda a selfish prick, too. See, when I realize that the person that makes me feel completely whole has been underneath my nose for months, and I did nothing about it, it makes me feel vaguely homicidal. It also makes me want to do something that will make her a permanent part of my life in such a way that she’ll never be able to escape.”
Millie laughed nervously at that remark and shook her head, her tussled hair falling around her rounded shoulders, framing her face in such a way that Mack would swear later that she looked like an angel. “I don’t think that woman’s going to try and get away from you, Mack.”
“Maybe not, but a guy can never be too careful. And since I can’t weld you to my side, I figure that marrying you is the next best way to make sure that you stay with me for the rest of our lives. I want my forever to be with you, Millicent Robbins. I don’t care that this seems to be happening at warp speed. I could give two shits what people will say. When a man sees his future waiting in front of him, he wants that future to begin immediately. I love you, Millie. I love Paisley. We can all have an amazing life together…a life that starts right now if you say yes.”
“Ask me the question, Mack,” Millie ordered through her tears.
Taking a deep breath, Mack moved to kneel on the bed by her side. “Millicent Robbins, will you please put me out of my misery and marry my grumpy ass?”
Millie giggled happily, pressing her hand to her mouth, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Thank God,” Mack returned, releasing the breath he’d been holding as he slid the diamond ring past the knuckle on her r
ing finger. “You know how to make a man sweat, Sweetheart,” he grumbled before covering her laughing mouth with his and kissing her deeply. Finally pulling back, he stared into her dazed, but oh-so-happy eyes and grinned. “No long engagements, either. I want you as my wife before the New Year begins, got it? I’ll give you as big a reception as you want, but the wedding needs to be small and fast. When it’s right, it’s right, Mills. I don’t need a cast of thousands watching when I make you legally mine. I need you. And I need a minister. That’s it. I don’t think I’m going to sleep easy until you’re officially Millicent Mackenzie.” Watching as Millie bit her lip, he frowned. He knew that look on her face. She was thinking. She was thinking hard.
“Okay,” he growled, tapping her pert nose. “I know that look. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“That depends,” she returned slowly, her green eyes shining with joy as she stared at him. “Are you serious about being married before 2016?”
“Hell, yes, I’m serious,” Mack retorted, his arm tightening around Millie even as he frowned at her. “I wouldn’t begin to joke about our future.”
“Well, I was just thinking, we’ve got two hours blocked out for lunch tomorrow. I could call Pastor Adams and if you think we could get our marriage license in enough…”
“Already have the marriage license arranged. I’ve scheduled time with the County Clerk to get the documents done. We can pick it up tomorrow,” Mack cut her off.
Millie raised her eyebrows. “You were that sure that I’d say yes to you?”
“I was that hopeful that you’d say yes. I was prepared to beg, Millie. Fortunately, it didn’t come to that,” he shared with a chuckle.
“Damn, I’d have paid money to watch you beg,” she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest as she rested her head against his shoulder.
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