8. Harmony
Chapter 8
Harmony
I barely have time to recover from the toe-curling orgasm Mack just gave me before he’s stripping off his clothes. Dear God, he’s beautiful, all lean muscle and firm abs and huge … Wow, he could play baseball with that thing. It’s seriously impressive and a little intimidating.
But I don’t have time to overthink how we’re going to fit together as he rejoins me on the bed, kissing me gently.
Oh, Lord. Coat me in eggs and flour and bake me for forty minutes because I am done . Everything this man does sets my senses on fire.
Mack knows precisely what he’s doing as he kisses me and takes command of my body. I moan as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and my core clenches as an echo of pleasure from my orgasm pulses through me. My insides clench. I’m wet and warm and ready, despite my slight fear of the unknown.
My heart pounds against my breastbone as he breaks the kiss, flicking his tongue over my nipple and making it pucker.
“Oh, that feels so good!” I gasp as every lash of his tongue sends a pulse of pleasure between my legs. I wonder if there’s a nerve connecting my nipple to my clit.
“Mack, please. I’m burning up. I want … I need you inside me.”
He drags a fingertip down my slit. “You’re so wet. You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Songbird?”
I nod, my pussy clenching on air. “Wet. Check. Ready. Double check.”
Mack chuckles as he looks at me, his eyes dark with lust. “I’ll try not to hurt you, baby.”
“I don’t care. Just get inside me,” I demand.
He laughs. “God, I love you.”
I cup his face. “I love you too. I’m yours, Mack. All yours.”
I spread my legs wider, inviting him in, and finally (finally!), he lines himself up with my pulsing entrance.
He presses in an inch, and I tense up. “Relax, baby.”
He pauses, kissing my cheeks, my neck, my collarbone while his hands stroke and caress.
I lean up, biting his earlobe. “More. I want more.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me, Harmony,” he grunts. “I’m gonna fill you up, beautiful.”
I rock my hips. “Yes,” I whisper. “Do it.”
The broad head slips deeper, stretching me. Okay, it’s burning now. A deep ache throbs between my legs.
“Almost there. Baby. I’m sorry,” he grits.
Leaving his fat cock right where it is, he reaches between us to stroke my clit.
Sharp pleasure arcs through me. “Oh, God!”
Mack thrusts hard, pressing deep.
I cry out as my insides clench and burn. I’m so full.
Mack kisses my eyelids. “I’m sorry, baby. Holy hell, you’re tight.”
He eases out of me and plunges deep again. I brace for the pain, but it’s only a mild burn. And fullness. I sigh, and my body melts around him.
“There we go. You did so good, my songbird. Now, I want your sweet pussy to milk my cock.”
He pulls out and thrusts deep, igniting a wave of heat and pleasure. Yes. Oh, yes. More. I want more. I love the way he holds me firmly yet tenderly as he fucks me.
My walls clench around him as he ruts into me hard enough to make the headboard bounce off the wall. I rock my hips to match his rhythm, our bodies moving in unison. The pleasure is rising again, building in my womb. He presses his thumb to my clit, swirling and circling, and I come undone as my orgasm tears through me. Mack’s hips stutter, and he roars as he releases inside me, painting my walls with his cum.
He thrusts in and out several more times, eking the last of the pleasure from our bodies. He kisses me sweetly, tenderly, cupping my cheek. “Marry me, Harmony Sinclair. Don’t make me wait,” he says, still buried to the hilt inside my fluttering channel.
I blink. My head is still spinning from those powerful orgasms.
“Say you’ll be my wife,’ he says, his eyes intense on my face. “Let me spend my days spoiling you and my nights making you scream with pleasure.”
I pretend to think about it. “Sounds okay, I guess.”
He tickles me, and I squeal. “Is that a yes?”
I search his eyes for any sign of doubt, but there’s none. I only see happiness. And love.
I nod, smiling wide. “It’s a yes.”
Mack crushes his mouth to mine, moving his hips and reigniting the fire inside me.
I’m not marrying Mack Solomon, the rock star. I’m marrying the man he is inside, the man he’s shared with me. Loving and giving and protective. This man is my first and my last. My only.
A man I can’t wait to have by my side on this journey of life.