Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
The bus that was holding still to allow more and more people on finally closed its doors, making me breathe a sigh of relief.
Now that I was on my ass and laying my head against a very comfortable, but still really hard, chest, I realized just how tired I was.
“You know,” I murmured quietly. “I didn’t realize how tired I actually was.”
His arm curled tighter around mine as he said, “Then catch a nap, because we’re going to be busy when we get back to the hotel.”
The naughtiness in his voice wasn’t lost on my tired self.
“Is that right?”
He shifted so that his mouth was at my ear.
Lowering his voice to almost subvocal, he said, “Oh, yeah. There are a couple of things I want to do to you before we leave. Make you remember Disney in the best way possible.”
“But my legs are sore,” I teased.
His arm tightened around my shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure to do all the work.”
And he did.
Oh boy, did he.
Chapter 17
Have y’all ever met someone that lies for no reason? They just walk around with Liabetes?
-Harleigh’s secret thoughts
Harleigh
I didn’t want to go home.
Was that stupid?
I was tired as hell, I had eight thousand things that needed to be done at home, yet I didn’t want to go.
One, I was tired.
I didn’t realize just how much walking there’d be when it came to Disney.
I’d forgotten since my last trip just how exhausting it really was.
Yes, I’d assumed there’d be quite a bit, but I hadn’t realized just how out of shape I was until I was forced to walk everywhere.
The bathroom.
The next ride.
Dinner.
The list went on and on and on.
“You want to go watch the fireworks at Magic Kingdom up close?” he asked.
I thought about the confrontation he’d had with Charles earlier, and his promise that he wouldn’t be leaving again until it was time to go to the airport.
“I thought you said you weren’t leaving the hotel room again?” I asked curiously.
“Momentary lapse of judgment,” he laughed. “Plus, I know that you want to go to the fireworks and see them in person.”
That was true, I did.
But I also didn’t want to go alone.
I wasn’t stupid.
I was raised to know that 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.