Mac's Law

by Sarah McCarty

  “God damn, you’re going to burn me alive,” he muttered over her cries. His strokes were gentle. Tentative. Restrained She grabbed his face in her hand and threatened him.

  “If you don’t make love to me—hard—right now, I’m going to burn dinner for a week.”

  He laughed, actually laughed, and then leaned back so he could put each of her legs over his shoulders. “We can’t have that.”

  Mac leaned forward, bringing her buttocks into better alignment before powering into her like she wanted, holding her gaze as he did so, smiling as the shock of his possession tore through her as her muscles parted under the relentless assault. He held himself there, deep within her, letting her adjust to the depth of his possession, stroking the swollen bud of her clit as he waited.

  “Just relax, honey girl. Get used to it.”

  She held him so tight and hot, he didn’t know if he’d ever get used to it. All he wanted to do was pound into her until the image of Zach’s hand in her ass was obliterated by the power of his release. She whimpered and flinched as he flexed his cock. He soothed her with a soft kiss and a circling caress on her clitoris.

  “In answer to your question, honey girl. With the exception of maybe eating or fucking your sweet pussy, there’s nothing—nothing—I love more than fucking your ass.”

  He flexed again, this time she whimpered, but didn’t flinch. “I only held back because I worried you couldn’t take me, but now that we know that’s not true…”

  He pulled out, keeping his gaze locked to hers, letting her see in his eyes and his face the extreme pleasure the feel of her gave him. “You’d best be prepared to have my cock up this sweet butt on a regular basis.”

  Her ankles hooked on his shoulders, and she tilted her hips up as he tunneled back in. “Oh yes.”

  She took almost all of him that time before she winced. He held himself there again, petting her pussy, dipping his fingers into the river of juice spilling over them, spreading it over the base of his cock, massaging it into the drum-tight skin surrounding his possession. “I’m going to keep you so full of my seed you won’t need lubricant.”

  This time her whimper wasn’t due to discomfort. “Promise?”

  He kissed her, tenderness welling from within. “Oh, yeah.”

  “Mac?”

  She was going to chide him again for taking it too slow. That was just tough. “What?”

  “I’m sorry about Zach.”

  He froze. He didn’t want her sorry about anything. “Did you enjoy it?”

  Her gaze darted from his. He removed his hand from her pussy to bring it back. His fingers were slick with her juices. He spread her essence across her lips before leaning down to lick it off.

  “Did you enjoy it?” he repeated.

  Her “Yes” was shy. Uncertain.

  “Then I’m glad.” He flexed. She didn’t wince. Good.

  She caught his hand as he would have pulled away. She took his fingers into her mouth, lapping her juices off, making love to them the way she made love to his cock. Thoroughly, completely.

  “He wasn’t as good as you.”

  “Shit!” he arched his head back, fighting for control.

  “Having him in my mouth just made me hungrier for you…” she continued. Each softly seductive word nibbled more and more at his restraint. “Wishing you had two cocks so I could have you in my mouth as you came in my pussy, or,” she tilted her buttocks, “my ass.”

  He looked down to find her smiling at him knowingly. She was doing it on purpose.

  “Goddamn it, Jessie.”

  “I want you to make wild passionate love to me, Mac. So hard I’ll feel you long after you’ve stopped, and for so long, I can’t remember anyone’s touch but yours.”

  God, he’d hurt her if he let go and gave into the wildness tearing at him. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, honey girl.”

  She kissed the palm of his hand, her lips soft on the hard flesh. “I’m asking for you, Mac. All of you. No holding back. Just my own personal wild man loving me with all he’s got.”

  Oh yeah, he could go for that.

  “Can you love me like that?” she asked, her voice as soft and as tempting as her body.

  He closed his eyes. He’d kill to love her like that. His “yes” was hoarse.

  She brought her hand down beside her head, still holding his, so he pinned her there, the love in her eyes big enough for a man to drown in. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted Mac. No one else. Nothing else. Just a man willing to love me with everything he has, nothing held back.”

  “I can give you that,” he managed to say past the emotion clogging his throat.

  Her smile grew even softer. “You already have.

  “But?”

  She wiggled her ass on his cock. “My heart’s sold, but my body still needs convincing.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I hurt now. Look at me

  He did, seeing the flush on her chest, the tight bead of her nipples. Against his groin, her clit throbbed. Around his cock, her ass clenched. She was a woman hot to be loved. His woman. And she was waiting for him to realize that with a wild hunger in her eyes that matched, pulse for pulse, the hunger that thrummed in his blood.

  “You want me.”

  She parroted his favorite expression back at him. “Oh yeah, so why don’t you make me yours—”

  “Like you always have been…”

  “And I always will be.”

  He could do that.

  He pulled out and surged back hard, the way he wanted to, not stopping until his groin sank into her buttocks, claiming her with his body and soul, taking her scream for what it was; a tiny culmination of what they both wanted. He didn’t give her time to adjust, just gave in to his body’s demands and loved her hard and deep, tunneling again and again into her hot ass, not giving her a chance to breathe or think, just driving her ahead of him, higher and higher toward the waiting peak, forcing her past her hesitation, ignoring her pleas for him to come. He just kept giving her what she said she wanted. All of him, no holding back, until finally, when he thought he couldn’t contain his release any longer, when his balls were on fire and his cock ached with the agony, she threw her head back and screamed his name. She continued to scream as he drove high, holding himself deep inside her as she spasmed around him, gritting his teeth against the need to join her, wanting to enjoy this moment, the first time she’d trusted him enough to let go and fly solo.

  She came back to him in soft quivers, her eyes closed, chanting his name, all the love in the world locked in that one syllable.

  “You’ve got me, honey girl,” he whispered against the side of her neck.

  Her hands curved around his shoulders, her smile dreamy as she whispered back, “Forever.”

  He smoothed the hair off her beloved face. The last of his worries slipped away at the acceptance there. “And then some.”

  “I came for you.”

  He touched the corner of her smile as it tinged with satisfaction, letting her see the pride he felt at her trust. “Yes. You did. Like a firecracker.”

  She stroked his cheeks and worked her buttocks tighter against him. “Now, it’s your turn.”

  “I can wait.” It might kill him, but he could wait an eternity for her.

  Her laugh flowed over his control in a sultry caress, stroking his desire so his cock jerked and danced within the snug confines of her body. “What if I don’t want you to?”

  “Then I’d say you are one strange lady,” he said as she shivered under him, around him.

  Her muscles clenched up and down his shaft, milking him. Her eyes closed and her expression dissolved to bliss as he groaned and pushed deeper.

  “Damn!”

  “Maybe I’m just a very hungry lady.” She ran her tongue over her lips leaving a glistening invitation in its wake. “I need you, Mac.”

  “Dammit Jessie!” He bent and nibbled at her lips. She was tearing his control to
shreds. He wiped a bead of sweat from his face with his shoulder, and bit his cheek against the driving need for release raging through his being.

  Her lids lifted slowly, her attention focused inward. “What?”

  “I don’t want to come without you,” he groaned through clenched teeth

  Her full lips parted in a smile. “Oh, you won’t. I’m so close, Mac. So very close. And my ass is so sensitive, I know I’ll feel every little drop as you come. I need to feel you come. Can you do that? Can you come for me, Mac?”

  “Hell yes!” He would move mountains for her if that would make her happy. Coming when he was so on fire that he felt he would explode was no biggie. He eased his cock out until just the tip stretched her, holding the position for two heartbeats before sliding back in with deliberate gentleness, savoring every caress, letting the fire of desire out of his control, letting it burn over him, over her as he reseated himself to the hilt, rubbing his pelvis against her clit as he pressed deep. She moaned and begged for more. He gave it to her, taking his cue from the shift of her hips, her broken breath when he hit just the right spot.

  Two short jabs were all he needed to go hurtling over the edge. His release tore up from his balls in a searing rush. Knowing what she wanted, wanting to give it to her, he pulled back until just the thick head stretched the clasp of her anus and let go, letting her feel the powerful jets bathing her dark channel, groaning her name as she whispered “Oh God” in rhythm with each hard spurt, each time her voice pitching higher until with a shriek, she exploded around him.

  He held her gaze as the climax took her, watching anticipation turn to wonder and then to shock as the pleasure tore her away from herself. She took everything from him, every emotion, every demand, and gave it all back tenfold. She was the lover he’d always dreamed of. The one he’d never expected to find and she was here, in his arms. His. He dropped his forehead to hers and kissed her cheek.

  Her shudders mellowed to shivers. He eased her legs from his shoulders, being careful, knowing they would be stiff. He would have pulled from her body, but she moued a protest.

  He brushed her hair from her cheek and kissed her swollen lips tenderly. “You’re sore, honey girl. Let me ease you.”

  She sighed against his mouth. “I need you just a—” Her voice caught as another shiver came over her. “A little longer. Can you live with that?”

  “Oh yeah.” He kissed her again, taking her broken breath into his mouth. His lips slid over her cheek. When he reached her ear, he asked, “Do you need me deeper?”

  Her lips brushed his jaw as she nodded and drew up her knees. “Yes.”

  He very carefully worked his cock in. not missing her wince as her flesh parted, nor her sigh of satisfaction as he seated himself to the hilt. He held himself still within her ass, stroking her right breast, fondling her tightly-beaded nipple as the last remnants of her orgasm worked pleasurably over his cock.

  With a final shiver and sigh, she dropped her knees to the bed, and relaxed back into the covers.

  “All done?” he asked gently, loving the way satisfaction and love lit her face from within.

  She nodded. He turned them both onto their sides before pulling out, massaging the base of her spine as the raw muscles protested the friction. She pressed her face into his chest and moaned as the head popped free.

  “Ok?” He slid his fingers over the sensitive opening, taking a visceral pleasure in trapping part of him inside her, prolonging their connection.

  She nodded and took two deep breaths before sprawling on her back and beaming up at him.

  “I’m afraid I’m going to be a very greedy wife,” she confessed with an unrepentant smile as she closed her eyes.

  He dropped onto the bed beside her and tucked her sated, limp body into his side, his smile matching hers for satisfaction.

  He could live with that.

  About the author:

  Sarah has traveled extensively throughout her life, living in other cultures, sometimes in areas where electricity was a concept awaiting fruition and a book was an extreme luxury. While she could easily adjust to the lack of electricity, living without the comfort of a good book was intolerable. To fill the void, she bought pencil and paper and sketched out her own story, and in the process, discovered the joy of writing. She's been at it ever since.

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