Chapter 14

"This walking tour is amazing," she says with a mouth full of cheesy beef. I reach my hand up and wipe the remnants off before sucking on the finger that I used. Her eyes become heated because she knows what that means.

We are currently on the Favors of Philly Food Tour. She has tried most of the vendors, but we still have about ten more to go. "Babe, I don't think I can eat another thing," I say, rubbing my stomach and sticking it out on purpose. She holds her stomach and giggles.

"You look hilarious." I chuckle with her, happy because that is what I wanted, for her to smile.

"Well, thank you for your support, babe." I tickle her side, laughing while she tries to get away from me. "Alright, so what do you want to do now?" She taps her hand on her chin while she thinks. I look at her adorable face all scrunched up like a puggle.

"I think we should do the hop-on, hop-off double-decker tour." She is cheesing from ear to ear right now, and I would agree to anything to keep her happy.

We spent hours jumping on and off that bus, checking out all the sights and taking photos. At one point, an artist who was painting in the middle of a park took pictures of us kissing in the middle of the street. When a man on guitar came by, playing a familiar tone, she sighed against my lips. It was a great moment.

Now we are eating at Gaul Co. Malthouse. It is an awesome bar with the best food I have ever tasted. At this moment, I am eating some type of riff on the Philly Cheesesteak in Philly. April has a plate full of buffalo wings and a pint of Lager. There is something sexy about a woman who can eat and drink a beer. "How are your wings, babe?" I still can't believe she is eating again after all of the street food we took in. Hell, I can"t believe I am eating again.

"These are the best wings I have ever had." I shake my head and smile at her since that is what she says about everything. "Hey, don't shake your head at me. Guy says these are amazing and he is always right." What am I going to do with this girl?

We met with the man she was supposed to see yesterday. We decided to keep the last few days for us to explore because this place and the food here were on her bucket list. She has gone to many places, but it is usually for business, leaving little time for exploring. That is one of the things I am going to change. We are going to have a life.

Can we go back to the hotel?" she asks, putting her head on my shoulder in the Uber. I kiss the top of her head and rub her back.

"Is that what you want, my love." She nods sleepily, yawning as well. "Did you have fun today?" She looks up at me like I hung the moon. I puff my chest out, feeling like a Viking who just conquered something in honor of his woman.

"I did. You made everything so fun and just went along with all I wanted to do. Thank you for being here with me, Ken. I didn't realize how much I need you until we started this journey, and I don"t mean as my assistant." Shit. As soon as she brings that up my mind reminds me I am keeping something from her, and I need to tell her. I just hope she can forgive a little subterfuge.

We get back to the hotel, and she disappears into the bathroom. I assume she is brushing her teeth and such, but when she comes out with her hair down and nothing on, my cock sings a hymn.

"God, you're beautiful," I tell her in awe of her. I am already taking off my clothes, careful not to jostle my cock because it is hard and red with anger at being denied all day.

"You need some help with that?" She saunters her sexy ass over to me and grips my prick. I feel come squirt a bit onto her hand, and she moans, using it to jerk me off.

"April," I growl at her, my eyes squeezing tight because having her hands on me is like a fucking branding iron. It always is. She continues to stroke my cock until my balls tighten up. I don't want to come this way. I want to fill her. The more I think about breeding her and binding her to me, the more it has to be done. I drag her over to the bed and throw her into the center of it. She moans when I wrench her legs open wide. I stare down at her already soaking-wet cunt. I slide two fingers into her and pump them, making her moan louder. "Look at you taking my fingers like a good girl," I say, thrusting my fingers into her harder. I dip my head down and flick my tongue over clit until she's writhing under me. I like it when her little pussy is all messy like this. Her juices, mixed with my spit, make an excellent lube, not that she needs it. Moving to my knees, I grip the base of my cock and drag it through her folds before driving into her. I groan at the feeling of her tight heat surrounding me. "Fuck." I growl, pulling all the way out of her. I lean down over her and kiss her lips. She's bucking under me, needing more. I know she does. "You fucking love it, don't you, April?" I demand while teasing her by dragging my cock over her clit roughly.

"Yes. You know I do. Please! Ken, please. I need more, please," she begs, making me slam back into her. She squeals in delight as I fuck her. Her pussy pulses on my dick, squeezing me. Her nails rake down my back as she wraps her legs around my waist. I fuck into her harder and harder. Over and over, I drive my cock as far into her as I can. Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she comes. Then I fill her with my seed. There's so fucking much of it; I pull out and paint her tits and belly with my seed too. Marking her like a caveman. She is my everything. I rub my come into her skin before moving to lie beside her.

I'm ready to go home and start my life with this woman, secret be damned.