“I fucking told you,” I snarl, pulling out slowly, making her feel every tiny twitching movement, making her revel in the closeness. “Now get ready to cream all over this dick, you perfect…”
I trail off with a carnal shudder when she starts to shift her hips in time with my thrusts, angling them downward, causing a searing sensation to surge up and down my shaft in step with my seed.
“Fuck, keep doing that,” I growl, picking up my pace now, leaning back so I can stare at the gorgeous sight of her perfect tits.
“Like this?” she moans, grinding down my cock as I fuck her deeper, harder, finding it more and more difficult to restrain myself each second.
“Yes, yes,” I snarl, the slap-slap of our flesh filling the air, her sweet hot pussy talking to me, letting me know how badly her body needs this. “And grab… those fucking… tits. Now.”
I stare captivated as her small hands bury into her large beautiful breasts, squeezing onto her nipples as she pushes them together, bouncing up and down beautifully for me.
I fuck her even harder, ramming into her so the whole bed squeaks and whines under the pressure of our bodies.
Time loses all meaning as I lose myself in the feeling of her perfect hole, my cock feeling like it could erupt into goddamn euphoria any second, the tip of my shaft humming with the searing near-release.
I bite down and stare into her eyes, watching as the shyness drains away and fresh confidence spills into them, as she pushes aside her nervousness and sinks wholly into this moment and this moment alone.
I growl when she reaches up and claws onto my shoulders, digging her fingernails in.
I can feel her pussy starting to pulse around my shaft, telling me she’s close to another orgasm, her perfect young fresh hole getting ready to squirt down my massive throbbing dick.
“Come,” I growl, letting myself go completely now, savaging her with my cock. “Come, come, come.”
She throws her head back and lets out a scream, the sort of scream that tells me she’s done being nervous, she’s done overthinking everything.
She cries out and bounces even faster on my cock, and I rear up like a bear as I pommel into her, eager to get a look at the sweet white squirting cream moving down my cock.
I stare in fascination as her lustful juices seep down my shaft, coating my entire cock with thick white cream, letting me know she’s as captivated with this release as I am.
I reach down and slip my thumb into her mouth.
“Suck it as you come,” I growl. “Now, Macie.”
“Hmm, hmm,” she moans, grabbing my wrist and bobbing her head up and down, staring at me through fluttering eyelids as her body squirts out wave upon wave of pleasure.
She collapses onto the bed once her orgasm has passed.
I pull out of her.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she murmurs.
“Nothing,” I snap, my voice frantic. “I just need to see that ass. Now. Get on all fours. Bend over. Now, Macie. Fuck.”
“Yes, Yes,” she gasps, climbing onto her hands and knees.
I study her for a moment, staring at the way her hole gapes for me, her come sliding down her lips and her clit, making it glisten. Her ass cheeks are round and big and so fucking tasty-looking I can’t help myself…
I lean forward and slip my finger into her pussy, and then I move my lips over her ass cheeks, kissing and biting her fresh young flesh.
I bite softly, but just hard enough to leave perfect red marks of lust.
“Are you ready to take it doggy style?” I snarl, fingering her quicker each moment, her sopping hole making beautiful wet noises with each penetration. “Are you ready to take my massive dick from behind like the horny thing you are?”
“Yes, yes,” she quivers. “Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you need.”
I smirk, smoothing my hand over her ass and then spanking her softly, eliciting a whimper that goes directly to my manhood. “And you thought you wouldn’t know what to do. You’re a natural, Macie. But only for me. Always for me.”
“For you,” she whimpers. “Forever, Miller. Only for you.”
“Good girl.”
I position myself behind her, one hand buried in her lust-red ass cheek and the other on the base of my cock. The sight of her round cheeks backing up onto my dick causes more flurries of need to move through me, savage and deep and all-consuming.
I guide my helm to her hole and then arch my back, driving a fiery path inside of her. She whimpers as I get deeper and deeper, my cock disappearing between the beautiful roundness of her juicy ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl, feeling my mind haze over as I stare down at the captivating sight, everything else falling by the wayside as I focus entirely on her perfect fucking body.
“I need to fuck you hard. I need to pound your pussy and explode inside of you.”
“I can take it,” she moans, despite the note of uncertainty in her voice. “I can do this, Miller. Fuck me hard. Fuck me however you want.”
She turns and looks at me, her eyes wide and sassy beneath the messiness of her hair, biting her lip as she gives herself wholly to this moment.
“And you thought you’d disappoint me?” I snarl, grinding my cock inside of her, pushing until I’m buried right up to the hilt. “Fuck. You’re so tight. You’re so perfect.”
I grab onto her ass cheeks and start fucking her like she deserves to be fucked, pounding my cock inside of her, I feel my helm going deep, thudding into her so the bed whines beneath us and she has to squeeze the sheets just to stop from collapsing forward.
“That’s it,” I growl, leaning over so my abs crush into her ass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
She lets out a scream as her hot hole sends another wave of thick white cream squirting down my cock, as she bounces up and down in time with my thrusts.
I groan as I gaze down at my cock slamming into her, each thrust causing the cream to smooth up toward her tight asshole. I reach down and spread the cream over her ass cheeks, making them glisten wetly as the buzzing at the end of my cock becomes too much to handle.
My seed presses against my shaft, trying to make me burst with my release.
I roar and collapse atop her as the hot come shoots up my shaft, exploding inside of her, her orgasm coming to an end as her pussy gets ready to greedily gulp down my seed and start our future together.
She shivers against me as my cock begins to wilt inside of her, and then I collapse to the side, my balls feeling like they’ve just been drained.
I grab her and pull her into my arms. She rests her head against my chest, her breath in time with mine, as though our bodies are in synch after what we just did.
“Fuck, Macie,” I murmur, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “That was…”
“It was amazing,” she whispers. “I never dreamed it would feel so good, so right. I can’t believe I was ever nervous to give myself to you.”
“The way you bounced for me, the way you shifted those childbearing hips… it was goddamn magical. You’re magical. You’re perfect.”
She kisses my sweaty chest, moving even closer to me.
I feel the words rising on my lips.
I love you.
But something holds me back.
Maybe it’s the fact that this is better than I ever could’ve imagined, and I don’t want to risk it.
But I know I’m not going to be able to keep silent forever.
For now, I move my fingers through her hair, enjoying the way she shivers against me, the happiest man alive.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Macie
“What a wonderful day this is,” Kayla says, smiling at me as she takes a sip of her iced tea.
I look out over the glittering landscape of the city, and I have to agree with her. Even after all that happened – it’s been two days since the madness with Derrick and since the sex that changed my life forever – Kayla has been able to clothe herself in optimism.
I envy he
r ability to let go of everything that happened.
But then again, I’ve also been able to focus on the present more lately, focus on the way Miller feels against me when we collapse into bed together, focus on his hot breath as I take the lead and ride him to a mutual shivering finish.
I push those carnal thoughts from my mind, reminding myself they’re hardly appropriate when I’m sitting with his mother.
“It is lovely,” I agree.
Her smile gets even wider, her eyes twinkling with the same quality as her pearls. “And I think it’s only going to get better.”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs, a mysterious expression shaping her features, acting like the most innocent woman in the world. “Oh, I don’t know. I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see.”
A thought arises in my mind, spiraling through me, sending tendrils of love clawing through my body. I try to remind myself to be cautious, not to let my want stampede ahead of my reason, but the thought remains.
Could this be the day?
The day my man finally tells me he loves me?
We’ve had so many moments where I felt like one of us would say it, but then at the last second, we backed out, perhaps driven by fear that the other person wouldn’t say it back.
But it’s also possible I’ve imagined Miller being close to saying it, that this is all in my head and I’m going to embarrass myself if I make the first move.
“You know you’re making no sense right now, don’t you?”
She smiles widely, flashing her teeth in a way that reminds me of Miller. “Dear, when you get to my age, you don’t have to make sense. It’s one of the privileges of being so ancient.”
“You’re not ancient,” I say passionately. “You’re… experienced.”
She raises her iced tea with a broad smile. “Yes, that sounds much better. Let’s go with that. You’re a lovely girl, Macie. I can’t tell you how glad I am you came into Miller’s life.”
Emotion swirls around me, as I sink into the feeling that I’ve finally found a home, that I finally belong after so many years of searching.
“Thank you. I’m so happy we get along. You know, it could’ve been pretty awkward otherwise…”
She chuckles. “No fear of that, dear. You’re very easy to get along with. You’re going to make a wonderful mother.”
I smile, even as a blush tries to touch my cheeks.
Normally, compliments like this would drive me to make follow-up comments, diffusing the niceties, trying to throw shade on how kind she’s being.
But after all the changes Miller has inspired within me, I don’t feel the need anymore.
I let my thoughts linger on Kayla’s comment, about how today is only going to get better.
And I hope, I dream that I’m right.
I love you, Miller, I whisper silently.
But does he love me too?
I spend the day at my laptop, typing away with a speed I’ve never reached before. It’s strange, but knowing that I can always rely on Miller, knowing he wants me for who I am, knowing I don’t have to be so freaking anxious all the time makes it so much easier to focus on my work.
I’m not sure what the connection is, but as my fingers surge across the keyboard, I’m not about to question it.
I lose myself in the story, made easier by the fact that I imagine that the giant is Miller and I’m the woman he falls in love with.
The romance is so much easier to bring to life on the page when I’ve felt it, though crazily I do have to rein it back a little because nobody would believe how quickly Miller and I fell for each other.
If we told others, they’d undoubtedly call us liars, saying that getting this close this fast is impossible.
But it’s not.
It’s achingly real.
And I’m just so freaking grateful it happened to us.
I stop when I hear the door open behind me, swiveling in the chair to find my man standing at the door. He fills the doorframe, wearing a steel-gray suit that matches the captivating color of his hair.
His dark eyes glint as they move over me, his signature smirk touching his lips.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, striding across the room.
Even though we’ve had sex at least half a dozen times since we first consumed each other, I can’t help but feel my body stirring passionately at the sight of him, at the closeness of him.
He stops just short of the desk, standing over me with his jaw tight, glittering silver as the late-day sunlight shafts through the window and bounces against his five o’clock shadow.
“I just finished a chapter,” I tell him. “So I’m all yours.”
I leap up and throw my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him firmly on the lips. He growls through the tight press of our lips, kissing me back even harder, his hand firm on the small of my back as he pushes our bodies together.
My nipples graze against his rock hard body, sending shivering tingles dancing through me.
“Good,” he growls, keeping our faces close once the kiss is over. “Because there’s somewhere I want to take you.”
My belly swirls with a thousand possibilities. “Where?”
He smirks and kisses the edge of my mouth, causing more starry light to shiver through me. “You wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, would you?”
I giggle and look up at him, into the glimmering intensity of his eyes, praying I haven’t gotten this wrong. “What surprise?”
He laughs deeply. “That would be ruining it. Come on. Let’s go for a drive.”
I nod and swallow a big ball of nerves, and then together we ride the elevator down to his private garage. He leads me over to a sleek sports car, jet-black and so shiny I can see our reflections in it as we walk toward it.
I study us as we approach, this short curvy girl next to this hulking giant, and instead of aiming critical comments at myself, I think, Yeah, they suit each other. They work.
The doors flip up like a bird’s wings and then we climb inside.
He leads us out of the city, growling over the bridge and into the surrounding countryside.
My nerves start to spiral as my gaze flits over the country houses, beautiful places set down long gravel lanes, behind Victorian-looking gates, with fountains and gargoyles, making me think of a house full of children and their footsteps echoing all around us as they play.
And then he pulls into one of the homes, the sports car bumping up and down on the gravel road.
I giggle, looking across at my man. “We should’ve brought an off-roader.”
He grins across at me, widely, his eyes glimmering with what seems like genuine happiness. It’s not like his usual smirk, edged with carnality.
This is a smile, and it lights me up inside.
“We can always repave it,” he says.
I gasp as my gaze moves over the estate. It’s the biggest one we’ve seen yet, with a glittering golden-colored gate and a gorgeous fountain sitting out front.
“Wait… what do you mean we… are you saying…”
He chuckles and drives us to the gate, and as we get closer I see a big red ribbon across it like it’s a gift. I look past the gate to the house, the mansion, a sprawling structure that reminds me of a house from a Regency drama.
He smiles playfully as he pulls the car to a stop outside the gate. “Come on.”
He climbs from the car, striding over to the gate, and I grab for the door handle. My heart is hammering with all the potential wonder of this moment, buzzing through me with all that this could mean, and I end up fumbling the door handle.
Eventually, I pull it and it springs open. I climb from the car and race after him, my heart thudding through my body, a lump of emotion in my throat.
“Just to make this clear,” I murmur, my voice shaky. “You’re saying this place is ours?”
He laughs and pulls me into an embrace, leaning down and laying a hot kiss against my c
heek. “Yes, this is ours… this is where we’ll raise our family. This is where you’ll write your bestsellers unless you want an office in the city. This is our home, Macie, and I wanted to tell you here, so we’d always remember it.”
“Tell me what?” I whisper, tears pricking my eyes.
“I love you,” he growls passionately.
I gasp as the force of his words move over me.
“I love you,” he says, his lips twitching into a smile as he brings his face close to mine, our noses tickling each other as he gazes firmly into my eyes. “I loved you the moment I saw you. I love you more than I could ever explain, but I’ll prove it to you… every day of our life, I’ll work my ass off to show you how much I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper as a sob cracks my words, as I struggle not to collapse into a heap of tears.
He steps back and then falls to one knee, smiling up at me as he reaches into his inside jacket pocket.
Now I do collapse into tears, a hot joyful emotion gripping me firmly, streaming down my cheeks.
“Macie Grahams,” he says huskily, “I love you more than anything. I need to spend the rest of my life with you, to be with you as you flower in your career and bring our children into this world. Will you marry me?”
He takes out a ring box and opens it, showing a large diamond set within a white gold band, looking hefty and elegant at the same time. It should be an impossible combination, and yet – just like so much with us – it works, impossible or not.
“Yes,” I whisper, and then I yell it louder. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Yes?” he says, his voice shivering.
“Yes.”
He takes my hand and slides the ring on, the metal feeling cool and right on my skin.
He leaps up and pulls me into his arms, and we sink into a loving kiss, a kiss that sends flurrying emotions all around my body as I moan and he growls through our closeness, both of us ready to face our future… together.
Always together.
Forever.
Epilogue
Three weeks later…
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