Chapter 7

When we show up at Bob Barker's, but not the Bob Barker's place, we were informed pretty quickly that he wasn't the guy. The place was oddly full of old-school The Price is Right memorabilia and Happy Gilmore stuff. When we leave, we sit quietly in the car for three minutes before we both erupt in laughter.

"Umm… that was weird right?" I ask.

"Most definitely. Weirdest one yet." I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying.

When we finally calm down, he pulls into a restaurant by the beach.

"What are we doing here? You hungry?"

"I thought pizza and mini golf were order for tonight."

"Mini golf?" This makes me laugh again because I can only think about Happy Gilmore.

"It felt appropriate."

When I say they I'm terrible at golf, that's an understatement, but I jump at the chance for Ken to show me how to play. He comes up behind me at each hole to help me with my swing. He wraps his body around me and grips the putter over my hands. I can't concentrate on what I should be doing. Instead, I'm imagining him throwing me down on the ground and having his way with me.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes, why?"

"You're breathing hard," he says, his own breath coming in harsh pants in my ear. His hard body pressed against my back.

"I…umm…"

"Do you need something from me, baby?" I shiver when his lips touch the pulse point on my neck.

"Yes," I whisper, dripping the putter in my hands.

"Do you want to get out of here." he asks.

"Yes," I say, knowing that everything is about to change. Finally.

I turn to him, and he puts his arms around me again. When he kisses me, my knees almost buckle. It's everything a kiss should be and more. It's the kind of kiss that tells me that we are through waiting. That we are going to take things to the next level. I moan when he stops abruptly and bends down to pick up our discarded putters and balls. We drop them off and are in the car and on the road before I can say anything else. I'm so amped up I can't stop touching him. My hands roam every inch of him that I can reach. He's speeding through unfamiliar roads, but I don't feel unsafe even for a second.

Finally, we pull into the hotel and he's out of the car. He tosses the keys to the valet and helps me out of the car. In the elevator, we resume kissing. We crash into the hotel room, our lips locked in war. I hope I lose. Yeah, losing seems right. He all but drags me to the bed, pulls my shirt over my head, and tosses it across the room. His hand reaches between us and flicks the front clasp of my bra open. I pull the black lacy straps down my arms, tossing them away. I shimmy off my pants, awkwardly kicking off my shoes, standing there in just my black panties. He runs his fingers down the center, lightly tracing my pussy lips. The cotton is wet and sticking to me obscenely. He applies a little bit of pressure to my clit, making me moan. Leaning down, he pulls my nipple into his mouth, teasing the bud until it is hard then he moves to the other one. My head falls back, exposing my neck. He moves his kisses up there while his fingers breach the waistband of my panties, grazing my bare pussy. I suck in a sharp breath at his touch. It feels so good, but I want more. I need more. I want to touch him.

"You've got too many clothes on," I say, tugging at his shirt. Slowly, he removes his fingers from my panties and pulls his shirt over my head. I pull my panties off and throw them across the room. I watch as he removes his shoes first, then his jeans and boxers. I gasp his massive cock comes into view. Crawling between my spread thighs, he grips his dick and jerks it, his precum easing the way. Fuck, this is going to be amazing. I am shaking with anticipation for him.

"Are you ready, baby?" he asks, looking down at me.

"Yes," I moan, watching him stroke himself while looking down at my pussy.

"Once we do this, you are mine forever," he tells me as he puts the head of his cock at my entrance. He grips my hips and together, we push forward. My innocence is gone before I can even think about pain. His fingers are going to leave marks, but I do not care. "Fuck, April.

You're a virgin?" he asks with gritted teeth.

"Not anymore. I'm yours forever, remember?" I ask, moaning as he fully impales me with his massive cock. He pauses for a second, and I honestly do not know if he is worried about me or if he is going to come.

"Damn right, you are. You are so tight, baby. I can't hold back," he says. I know he is not wearing a condom, and I am not on birth control, but ask me if I care right now. I don't, by the way.

"Don't hold back. Never hold back," I moan as I tighten my legs around his waist.

"Never," he says, reaching between us and using his thumb on my clit, he makes me come screaming his name. He groans, and I feel his release inside of me. Hot and so, so much of it. Unbidden, I think about what our baby would look like, which makes me smile. His cock is still twitching inside of me when he collapses on top of me, his face buried in my neck. I close my eyes and bask in the afterglow of what we just shared. It was breathtaking. His lips move up my neck to my lips, and I can feel him get hard again inside me.

"Again?" I moan, ready for it.

"Fuck yes. I will never be sated," he tells me, grinning down at me.

"Mmm… me neither."

He moves within me again. This time, our hands are clasped together above my head as he moves in and out of me. I'm on the verge of tears, but I push them down. This is the single most beautiful moment of my life.

"Son of a bitch," he growls, looking down between us. I look, too, and see my blood at the base of his cock. "You've marked me, baby," he groans as he pulls out of me, only to slam back inside of me. I am lost, and I never want to be found.

I guess I did, but he marked me too. In unseen ways. He fucks me all night. I'm sore but in the best way. I want more. I've never thought about children or marriage, but with him, it's all I can think about. And I love it, and if I'm being honest with myself, I'm in love with him.