Page 79 of Moments of Madness (The Hunters)

“It’s late. Where are we going?” I ask.

“The theme park is still open. That’s where we’re going.”

“I’m pregnant. No rides,” I remind him.

“You can ride this ride, trust me.” And I have a feeling he’s talking about him.

It doesn’t take long until we get out of the car at the theme park. He strides up to the ticket counter, and the attendant lets him know the park closes in an hour. Kyson nods and pulls me through the gate. The place is crowded. Families and couples are everywhere as they wait for the fireworks. He tugs me along until we get to where the fireworks display is to start, where he finds a spot along the fence between a few families. He leans against the fence and pulls me into him.

His hands slide under my coat as he rests his head on my shoulder. “How dirty we talking?” he whispers.

Maybe I let the words slip out a little too fast earlier. He can’t be serious about this.

His hand under my coat finds my skirt and slips beneath it. I gasp as he touches my clit—I’m super sensitive there.

“Shhh, love, the man next to us turned this way for a moment.” I open my eyes like I’m not being touched intimately in public, and he isn’t about to make me come as his fingers slide up and down my pussy, then tease my opening.

He slips a finger inside, and I try to compose myself, I really do, but he shushes me again, so I must have spoken or made a noise without realizing. The fireworks start, and before I know it, everything is loud, everyone is looking up, and I turn around to face him. I place my arms around his neck, and he lifts me, the jacket covering my ass from hanging out, and I pretend to look at the fireworks to the side as I whisper in his ear, “Fuck me, Kyson.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He holds me without any effort with one hand and slides his other between us. My underwear is already to the side, so when I feel his cock at my entrance, I take him in.

Everyone is standing and clapping as the last of the fireworks finish. I clap too, behind his head, pretending I’m also happy about the fireworks, when in reality, I’m wondering if anyone knows that his cock is currently deep inside of me. I bounce and scream, “Wahoo!” throwing my head back at the fireworks as he chuckles in my ear.

“Security is coming,” he whispers.

“Oh my God, get out of me,” I whisper-shriek.

He pulls out, lowers me gently to my feet, then tucks himself back in. He makes sure my skirt is in place before he turns and leads me in the opposite direction from, I’m guessing, where the security was approaching. Kyson starts to walk faster, and I have to jog to keep up. He veers off behind the restrooms, and before I can even think, he spins me around, grabs my hands, and places them on the wall.

“Don’t move.” I suck in a breath as I feel him lift my skirt and slide straight back into me. I keep my hands where they are as he moves behind me, fucking me like I wanted. He always knows exactly what to do without me having to ask. “Hands,” he whispers.

I put them back on the wall, and he chuckles at my huff of annoyance.

“They went behind there.”

I come as I hear those words.

It didn’t take me long.

I’m already worked up, and his cock always hits that perfect spot, no matter what angle. He knows how to please me.

“Gotta go, love. We can finish this in the car.” He pulls my skirt down, grabs my hand, and then we’re running again. I can’t help the giggle that escapes. And all I see is his smiling face as he looks back at me.

He takes me to the car.

Fucks me some more.

Then at home, he eats me for dessert.

And I wonder…

Is it him who has the pregnancy sex craving, or am I just that damn lucky?

Thirty-One

Kyson

One Year Later…

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