Chapter 27
Max
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked through the hotel’s bathroom door, an edge slipping into my voice that I’d managed to keep out for the last two days.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Her breathless laugh from inside should’ve been comforting, but it wasn’t.
The mirror on the outside of the door showed just how not-comforting it was.
My jaw was locked. My hands balled into fists in my pockets.
Every inch of me tense and wishing I would’ve insisted she stayed at the house rather than come with me to Boston.
It was my fault.
I was the one who’d thoughtlessly mentioned to Daisy that Harper had bailed on coming to the FMH fundraiser gala with me. The remark had been more along the lines of “And here I’d thought Blaze being the guest of honor guaranteed Harper’s attendance.”
A joke turned into Daisy offering to go with me.
I couldn’t say no. God knew I’d never be able to say no to my beautiful wife. But damn, did I want to.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want her by my side.
I wanted more than anything to show this woman off—and how much I fucking adored her.
But I was under no illusions about this event.
It was exactly the kind of thing that belonged in the McCormicks’ world.
On top of that, she was two weeks from her due date and generally uncomfortable all the time despite my best efforts to make her anything else.
“Do you not want me to go?”
I turned as Daisy came out of the bathroom, and my jaw dropped.
She looked like a Roman goddess of fertility, wearing a gold dress, the high waist drawn just under her full breasts, their curves on display in the deep V of the pleated fabric. The rest of the fabric fell all the way to the ground, shimmering in the light.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I growled, bracing myself.
“You like it?” Her eyes flicked down. “I ordered it online from the site where Frankie got her wedding dress. I was a little nervous about sizing, but she said they were pretty true to size.”
I hardly heard what she said. It felt like even my ears were salivating over the sight of her. “I more than like it, Daze. I don’t want either of us to go now.” I wanted to spend the rest of the night fucking her in that dress instead.
Pink brushed over her cheeks, and she smiled. “We have to go.”
I grunted my reluctant agreement.
She licked over her lips, and my cock jolted, hard enough to make her eyes drop to my groin for a second before they snapped back up. “Why do you keep asking me if I’m sure?” she asked, taking a step closer to me. “Do you not want me there?”
A frustrated breath whipped from my chest. “Of course I do,” I rasped, dragging my eyes over her again as I adjusted myself in my pants. “Even though it’s going to torture me.”
“Then why do you keep asking?”
My jaw clenched. “Because this event…it’s filled with people like Todd’s family.
I go because I have to. Because it’s good for my business.
But it’s not exactly fun rubbing elbows with people like that.
I know how much you hated going to things like this with Todd and his parents, and I just want to spare you from it.
Especially at thirty-three weeks pregnant. ”
Her shoulder sagged, and she came to me.
“Max.” Her hand landed on my chest, and my heart jumped to its home—in her palm.
“It wasn’t the parties I didn’t like. Not really.
It was how they treated me. How Todd treated me.
” She shuddered. “He’d show me off, but it wasn’t because he was proud of me.
He did it like…how I looked was supposed to be compensation for me not being part of that social class. ”
I took her wrist and pulled her hand to my mouth, kissing the center of her palm and then releasing it. “I have something for you.”
Something I should’ve given her a long time ago.
“What?”
I went to my suitcase and dug into the bottom of the one compartment where I’d hidden the box. As soon as I turned, her eyes went to my hands and widened.
“Max…” She cupped her hands over her mouth and started to shake her head. “What…you didn’t…don’t have to do this. We’re already married.”
I reached for her left wrist and pulled it to me with a grin.
“One day, you’re going to accept that nothing I’ve done—nothing I do for you is—because I have to, Daze.
It’s because I love you.” My voice cracked as I spoke the words.
“And when the whole world looks at you tonight, I want them all to know it.”
I opened the black velvet ring box, selfishly enjoying her bulging eyes and audible gasp.
I was a lot of things, but I was still a man, and you’d better be damn sure the ring I designed for her was a helluva lot bigger than the one Todd had proposed with.
“Max…” Her head swayed, her eyes darting from me back to the five-carat Miller-cut diamond, housed in a delicate yellow-gold setting. A slim gold wedding band rested beneath it. Simple, elegant, and priceless. Just like my wife.
I lowered onto one knee, the movement surprisingly painful because of how damn hard I was. “Daisy Hamilton…”
“We’re already married,” she whispered, still in disbelief, like that was justification for me not giving her a ring.
I smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles. “Which is why I’m not asking you to marry me, my little wife. I’m asking if you will promise me your forever?”
The sweetest whimper left her lips as she nodded almost uncontrollably. “Yes.”
I pulled the rings from the cushion, sliding the band and then the diamond onto her ring finger.
“Good,” I grunted and stood, reaching for the waist of my pants. “Now, come sit on my cock and say it again.”
She let out a breathless laugh as I pulled her with me to the bed. Sitting on the edge, I caught her between my legs. “You can’t mess my dress.”
“Don’t plan on it,” I murmured and pressed my face between her breasts, kissing along the edge of the dress until I could taste her goose bumps.
“Max…” She held my shoulders, swaying closer.
That sound in her voice, the ache that infused it, flipped my switch. Every damn time.
“Lift your dress, Daze. Show me that pretty pussy.”
I leaned back on my hands, trying to alleviate the pressure on my dick as she obeyed, hiking the gold fabric up to her waist.
“Lose the underwear,” I grunted. “You won’t need them tonight.”
“Max—”
“Lose them, or I’ll ruin them.”
Her thong fell to her ankles.
“Good girl.” I spread my legs wider, the pressure on my cock excruciating. “Now show me that wet pussy.”
Her shoulders drew back, the color in her cheeks deepening like she knew she was a goddess. Like she knew she was my goddess, and I would worship her every damn day.
Holding her dress high, she shivered when the air hit her bare cunt.
Pink. Swollen. And soaked.
“Perfect,” I breathed out and gripped my cock through my pants, stroking myself hard. “Come give me a taste.”
Inching forward, she gathered her dress into one hand and reached between her legs.
“Wait.” She stilled. “Use your ring.”
Her eyes flashed, but my woman—my wife—didn’t even hesitate before swiping her massive, half-million-dollar pristine diamond ring through her slick cunt. Extending her hand to me, it wasn’t the stone that glistened, but the way she wanted me.
“Perfect.” I took hold of her fingers and drew them to my lips. “Now, every time someone greets you tonight, remember this. Remember who you belong to.” I dragged my tongue over the diamond, slowly licking it clean. “Remember how much I fucking adore you.”
Daisy whimpered, and before I could stop her, her hand slid to my cheek, and she bent down and kissed me. Hard. Hungry. In a second, I was back in control. I cornered her tongue, stroking it and deepening the kiss until she was melting against me again.
“Take my cock out,” I ordered roughly. “Left hand,” I added in case there was any question.
I swelled even thicker when her little fingers wearing my massive ring reached through the slit in my briefs and pulled my cock through the hole. A hiss blew through my lips when she started to pump me.
My little wife learned too damn quick what undid me—and this was exactly it.
“Enough,” I clipped, watching her reluctantly let go of my cock. “Climb on my lap, my little wife.”
Steadying herself on my shoulders, she put one knee and then the other onto the bed, framing my hips.
“Good girl,” I crooned. “Now lift your dress a little higher. Can’t have it getting dirty, can we?”
She tugged up the fabric again, breathing heavily as she tried to keep steady on her knees.
I framed her thigh with one hand. With the other, I lifted my heavy cock from my stomach and tapped it against her swollen clit.
“Max!” She gasped and let some of her dress loose.
“Dress, Daisy.” I barely got the words out, my dick pulsing so damn hard to be inside her.
She recovered the fabric, and I rewarded us both by sliding the head of my cock through her seam.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for me, Daze.” Her slickness coated me, and I let myself enjoy one torturous second of watching the fat head of my cock slide back and forth through her folds before I notched it against her entrance.
“Down you go, baby,” I said, my vision swimming as the slightest pressure on her hip sent her sinking down on my cock, impaling herself on my entire length in one shot.
“Fuck…” My curse rattled around the room with her throaty moan.
The feel of her tight heat, stretched and squeezing me, was enough to make me come.
“Ride me, baby. Ride my cock, and don’t fucking let go of that dress. ”
My gorgeous goddess instantly started to bounce on my dick, panting and whimpering as she chased her orgasm.
They came quicker now, I’d noticed over the last week.
The way her body changed—the way her hormones changed.
She’d become so fucking sensitive. After I’d tied her to the bed and fucked her, I’d given her a second orgasm just from blowing on her tight little clit.
I didn’t know if it would change after she gave birth, but I wasn’t going to waste the experience, and I damn sure wasn’t going to waste her ability to enjoy it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re horny, my little wife,” I growled. “Riding my cock like you need me to get you pregnant again.”
“Max,” she whimpered, her hips slapping wetly onto mine. “Max, please…” She stretched her fingers, her flat palm keeping her dress from falling.
“Hold it, Daze,” I demanded. “Don’t fucking let go.”
She cried out but closed her fingers once more. As a reward, I took her hips in my hands and thrust into her.
“Is that what you needed, baby?” I demanded, driving harder into her soft cunt, angling myself to make sure I hit that sweet spot with my tip.
“Yes!” She panted, her chest glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Yes, Max. Oh god…”
Oh god was right. My jaw threatened to crack under the strain as Daisy started to buck, her body ricocheting with pleasure from each thrust. Darkness chewed at the fringes of my vision, making the beautiful pregnant woman glow even brighter as she fucked me.
I pumped faster, watching her eyes squeeze tight. Her flush spread down to her tits. Her swollen stomach tensed. But I felt the effect on my cock. The tightening of her muscles. The spill of heat down my length and onto my balls.
“That’s it, baby. Tell me you’re mine,” I commanded roughly, the words stretching through locked teeth. “Tell me you’re mine forever.”
Air pierced her lungs, our eyes connecting before hers rolled back as she screamed, “Yes!”
Her release claimed her, her body going blissfully tight as I drove into her. Her pussy clenched so impossibly tight, my thrusts shortened into hard, quick drives. Once. Twice. And then the pressure at the base of my spine erupted, my cock filling her with hot jets of cum.
“Fuck,” I groaned, holding myself buried inside her for long minutes, feeling completely atomized by my release. And I wasn’t the only one.
Daisy let go of her dress, her hands sliding down on top of mine, where I held her thighs. Our damp fingers linked together, and we stayed like that for long minutes until breathing felt normal again.
“We’re late,” Daisy was the first to speak.
I looked up at her and smiled. “Are you complaining?”
“No,” she murmured and, bracing her palms in mine, lifted herself up off my cock.
“How’s the dress?” I asked, sitting up and holding my wet cock away from my clothes.
Dropping the hem, she looked down and then to me. “I think it’s okay from what I can see, but I can’t see my feet, so…”
I grinned, checking the lower part of the fabric. “Looks good.”
I slid off the edge of the bed and grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand, making quick work of wiping myself down and tucking myself back into my pants.
“Daisy.”
She stopped mid-reach for her underwear. I took two steps toward her and then kicked them across the carpet.
“Hey!”
“I said no underwear.”
“But…”
“Your dress is long,” I said, sliding my hand around the back of her neck as I murmured next to her ear. “No one will know my cum is dripping out of you all night. No one but me and you.”
She made a delicious sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan. “Maybe we should go to events like this more often.”
“We don’t have to go to things like this for you not to wear underwear,” I said with a low chuckle. “Just say the word, my little wife, and I’ll be happy to rid you of every pair when we get home.”