“Millie,” he says, voice low and steady. “Will you marry me?”
Emotion crashes over me so hard I can barely breathe.
“Yes.” The word bursts out of me, my heart bubbling with an overflow of happiness. “Yes, Wilder. Of course, yes.”
His shoulders drop in relief, and then he pulls the ring out, slides it onto my finger with hands that are not as steady as he’d probably like. It fits perfectly.
I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss him slowly. Wilder wraps his hands around my waist, and before I can say anything, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me into our bedroom where he peels off my clothes and then his. He pushes me gently to the bed, then steps back, and I watch, first with curiosity then surprise as he lifts the standing mirror from its place by the door and carries it to the other side of the mattress. He sets it against the wall so that I’m staring at my reflection. Then he steps around the bed and comes up behind me.
“W-what are you doing?” I ask, my mouth going dry as I stare at our naked reflections in the mirror. There’s something so sinfully erotic about it that it sets my heart thrumming with anticipation.
“Watching you watch me fuck you,” Wilder says, his mouth twisted in a devilish smile.
He threads his fingers through my hair, turning my head so he can capture my mouth with his. His cock presses between my thighs, nudging my pussy lips from behind as his other arm grips my waist. His tongue invades my mouth, his teeth nipping and tugging.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moan softly, my body arching into his touch. “Fuck me. Please.”
“You got it, baby girl,” he says, the mattress dipping as he climbs up behind me.
I crawl onto all fours, my gaze locked on the reflection of him sliding into me. He bites down on his lower lip, his forehead crinkling in pleasure. I moan as he pushes into me, stretching me. He grabs my hips, holding me in place as he pulls me onto his lap. Then he locks his gaze onto mine in the mirror and starts to guide my hips up and down, making me ride him while he thrusts into me.
The pleasure is unbearable, and I can barely breathe. As if that’s not enough, he slides his mouth over the sensitive spot behind my ear, slowly raking his teeth over it. Pleasure shoots up my spine in immeasurable waves.
My body buckles, straining to get away and get closer all at once.
“Look at the mirror, baby girl,” he says, thrusting deep and hard into me. “Watch how beautiful we are when we fuck.”
The sight of him in the mirror, coupled with the sensation of him moving inside me, sends a wave of pressure barreling over me.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes—yes, Daddy.”
Wilder reaches down, his fingers sliding between my thighs. His thumb strokes over my clit, and my vision blurs from an overdose of pleasure. He swirls his tongue around the side of my neck, matching the strokes of his fingers on my clit and his cock in my pussy.
“Daddddyyy!” I scream, my muscles vibrating uncontrollably as my orgasm crashes through me.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me. Look how gorgeous you are when you come,” Wilder says, his other hand gliding up to my chin to angle my head toward the mirror.
He fucks me harder, throwing his head back in reckless abandon. Pressure builds up again in my core, and I can feel the wave of another climax.
“Come with me, Daddy.” I say breathlessly, rocking my hips in rhythm to his strokes. “Please…”
He slides out of me and flips me over so we’re face to face, then he slams back into me.
I cry out his name, pleasure climbing higher and higher, until it’s almost too much.
“I love you, baby girl,” Wilder murmurs gruffly, pounding even harder. Faster. “I love you so much!”
I can’t answer, my mind too muddled by the sensations buzzing through my veins. He keeps slamming into me until my orgasm explodes.
“Daddyyyyyy!”
“Fuck, Millie!” Wilder growls, his shoulders bunched, abs flexing as his strokes become wild and frenzied. And with one last thrust, his cum spills inside me, hot and sharp.
And after the last bit of pleasure racks our bodies, Wilder’s lips capture mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Then he rolls off me and tucks me against his heaving chest.
For a long while, neither of us speaks. His heartbeat slows beneath my ear, his fingers tracing lazy lines down my spine. The ring sits new and unfamiliar on my hand where it rests against his chest, catching the low light every time I move.
