Chapter 13

Philadelphia has been so much fun. I have seen the Liberty Bell and since one of the names on the list was Branson Benson, the current head coach of the football team here, we are touring the stadium. I love football, but not as much as Ken. He looks like a kid and candy store, and I am so glad. Other than the amazing sex we've had, I feel like everything we've done fun-wise in these places we've have been all for me, so I'm glad we're doing this.

Coach Benson is not my father, but man, he can coach a football team to victory. Three championships in a row is awesome. He makes great decisions on and off of the field. Branson and his wife, Tiffani invited us out to dinner to a local restaurant tonight.

The conversation was great and so was the food. I am sure Ken made a friend for life in the coach.

We walk back to the hotel hand in hand. By the time we make it up to our room, I'm so ready for him. His hands roam my body as he strips me naked.

"Get on your hands and knees, baby," he growls. I scramble to do that. I hear his clothes hitting the floor, but I can't see him. I feel the bed dip under his weight when he joins me in the center of it. He kisses my neck and each of my ass cheeks before checking to see how wet I am. "So wet for me."

"Yes," I moan. He removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock. If his hands weren"t on my hips, I don't know where I would have ended up. I drags my body on and off of his hard length until I'm seeing stars, but still he doesn't stop. Nothing has ever felt so good.

"Your cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock, baby."

"It does?"

"You know it does. I can't keep my hands off of you or my dick out of you."

"Mmm," I moan, pushing back on him.

"I'm going to fill you up, breed this pussy, and tie you to me forever. That sounds fucking amazing, but I don't say anything, because I'm too busy screaming his name as I come. He leans over my cock, still thrusting, in order to kiss my neck. "You take my cock so good, baby. So. Fucking. Good."

Later, when he's sound asleep, I stare out the window at the city below. I have never felt so at peace or so in love before. It's late, but my phone rings. I grab it from my purse before it wakes Ken up.

I see that it's my mom.

"Hey Mom."

"Hi, baby girl. How's your trip going?"

"It's been… amazing."

"And Ken?"

"I'm in love, Mama."

"I know. I knew before you left."

"Was it that obvious?" I ask, laughing.

"Yes, at least to me, but I'm your Mama. I know you better than anyone."

"Yes, you do. How's dad?"

"He's good. Hating retirement."

"I knew he would. Why doesn't he just come back. We can share work. I've always thought that early retirement causes the mind to go faster. He should come back, at least a couple days a week."

"That's not a bad idea. I just wanted to check on you. I haven't heard from you since you were in West Virginia. Your location says you're in Pennsylvania."

"Yes. Philly. We're going on food tour tomorrow. Well, I guess today, now."

"Well, I'll let you get some sleep. Love you."

"I love you too, Mama. Thanks for calling. Tell Dad that I love him too."

"I will. Talk soon?"

"Of course."

We hang up and I crawl back into bed. Ken pulls me close to him and I snuggle into his chest. This is perfect to me.

"Everything okay at home?" he asks sleepily.

"Yes. My mom was just calling to check in," I reply, but he's snoring softly before I finish my sentence. I can't help smiling at how domestic this is. I'm so blissfully happy. I never want this to end.