being a woman in this world wasn’t always the safest thing to be and going out alone at night would only add to that.
“So you’re saying that you’re willing to go with me, even though you swore you wouldn’t be moving again?” I crawled over him.
His eyes lit with amusement as he reached for me.
“I’d literally just done all the work,” he mumbled, his eyes going to my unbound breasts. “And that orgasm was an out of body experience. I was tired.”
I allowed my breasts to drag teasingly against his chest, causing his eyes to flare.
“We could just watch them from the balcony,” I told him. “And use those chairs for other things besides just sitting.”
“And give little Johnny on the balcony above ours a peep show?” he asked, raising his large, rough palm to cup one breast. “I think not.”
I looked down when I felt his cock jerk against my inner thigh.
“Didn’t you just come?” I teased.
“Hours ago,” he murmured. “We got back to the hotel at around four. It’s six now.”
True.
Our dinner wasn’t until eight thirty in the Magic Kingdom, but he’d informed me after ‘I’d drained him of life’ about two hours ago that he wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything until it was time to leave the hotel tomorrow to travel to the airport.
“We can take our luggage down.” My breath hitched when his thumb swept over my distended nipple. I wasn’t sure which was better. The rough pad of his thumb sweeping over it or dragging it along his chest hair. “And then walk. Don’t take the monorail. It should shave fifteen minutes off our commute.”
He suddenly pinched my nipple, causing me to gasp.
“Climb up here and put my cock inside your pussy,” he ordered.
One brow rose. “We literally just did this.”
We had.
And he’d made me come hard.
Twice.
Yet I still wanted more.
And it was obvious that he did, too.
When I didn’t comply fast enough, he bodily lifted me up by placing his large hands on my hips, positioned me over him, then pushed me down.
His cock found my entrance without either one of us positioning it, and when I slowly started to sink down on his shaft, I watched his eyes the entire time.
Each inch that he gave me caused me to quiver with excitement.
His entrance was also eased by way of the last release he’d left inside of me.
After we’d finished, I’d fallen asleep on his chest, only to wake up an hour later to him telling me we should get up.
The thought of how we’d literally just stopped caring about the consequences of our actions filled me with excitement.
I could be pregnant right now.
I could’ve conceived Slate Solis’ baby at Disney World.
Though the timing hadn’t really been right in the beginning of the week, it was damn sure right now.
The possibility was high, actually.
The thought of carrying his baby sent little quivers of excitement down my spine.
“What was that look for?” He paused with his cock halfway in my pussy.
I licked my lips and started to sit up, to pull away, only to have him force me back down. Taking even more of him than he’d given me previously.
He still wasn’t all the way in, but he was in enough that I felt full and urgent, the need to start riding him a compulsion that I couldn’t quite control.
I swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say, something that wouldn’t make me sound crazy for wanting his baby, but he squeezed his hands on my thighs and said, “Tell me, baby.”
So I did.
I told him.
“I was thinking about having your baby,” I told him bluntly.
His eyes flared.
“You’re sure you want that? That you don’t think it’s too soon in our relationship?” he asked, pushing my hips down so that I could take even more of him.
I swallowed hard and tried to think of whether he was open to the idea, or if he was upset about it.
In the end, I went with honesty again.
“Yes,” I croaked, my ass finally meeting the tops of his hard, muscular thighs.
They tensed when I shimmied my hips, trying to get more comfortable.
But I knew it was futile. Having Slate in me would never be comfortable. He was a big man and I was a small woman. My thighs were spread obscenely wide, giving me no purchase whatsoever, causing me to take all of him whether I wanted to or not.
He pulled me down until my breasts were once again tickling against his chest hair.
“You want