The Homespun Holiday (16 page)

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 slowly 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 ring 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.”