“So, what do you want to ride first?” he asks. “It’s a bit different from the last time I was here, but I’ve heard a couple of the guys say that their kids like Pirates of the Caribbean and the Indiana Jones ride.”
“I have no idea where to even start, Tyler.” Saying his real name so easily makes my heart beat just a little faster. No one calls him by his legal name at the clubhouse, so I know this means something to him. It’s an honor that he lets me say it.
“Well, I took the liberty of grabbing a map of the place for you. Pick a land and we’ll go.”
Scanning the colorful map, I notice the various lands and their corresponding rides. I know I’ll never be able to pick so I close my eyes and point to the map. “Well, it looks like we’re going to Fantasyland. You ready to ride It’s A Small World?”
“Fuck, you had to pick that one first. Be prepared, it’s the song that never fucking ends, and it will get stuck in your head. The fact that I even came to Disneyland, let alone about to step foot on this ride stays between us. The guys would have my balls chopped off and put into your purse if they knew I was here, and especially not in my cut. I told Raze I wanted to fuck you all day long, uninterrupted from club bullshit.”
His admission makes me snort and my pussy clench all at the same time. He’s still the badass biker and club VP that could melt my panties off with just one glance without the cut and the Harley. “Your secret is safe with me, biker boy. Hell, maybe you’ll like it so much here, you’ll ditch the leather for a Mickey Mouse costume.”
He laughs heartily while shaking his head at my response. “Not fucking likely, Dani. Oh, and biker boy? Baby, you know damn well that my cock can do things to you that no boy would ever be able to do. I’m all man, angel, don’t forget that.” He trails his fingers down my neck and grazes my erect nipples. “You remember how much he filled your mouth and pussy up this morning. Try thinking about me bending you over, ripping your panties off and fucking you in one of those boats from that goddamn ride. I would be pounding into your tight little pussy to the beat of the music.”
“Jesus, Tyler. I think my pussy just came from that visual.”
“I told you, angel. Every single one of your orgasms belongs to me. I know how to make a pussy purr without even stripping you bare.” His hands slide to the zipper of his jeans as he adjusts himself. “Now, we have to quit talking about this shit. I’m half-cocked as it is so let’s get the most annoying ride on the fucking planet over with before I drag you off to the darkest corner I can find and fuck you while Mickey Mouse watches and beats off.”
The thought makes me shiver and although I’m excited at the idea—well, not the Mickey Mouse part, but fucking Tyler in a forbidden place—I can’t let him know that the idea turns me on or we’ll end up in Disney Jail for indecent exposure. Wait! Is there even a Disney Jail? The thought of Mickey Mouse slapping a set of handcuffs on Tyler sends me into a fit of internal giggles. He’d never live the moment down. He watches me for a moment, gauging my reaction at his proposal, before he drags me off toward the princess castle. I bet he was hoping for a quickie rather than going on the first ride I picked. Too bad, I want to experience everything I can while we’re here. Living for the moment now and not letting tomorrow take away from the experience is my motto for today.
We spend the entire day riding the rides and taking in the various parades. It took some convincing, but Tyler finally agreed to get his picture taken with Ariel and me. I kept trying to tell him that he was going to be between two hot chicks, but he still dragged his feet before finally relenting to my will. I might have bribed him with sucking his cock on the way home to do it, but it still worked. He ordered that I only get one copy of the photo, but what he doesn’t know is that I bought more than one copy while he stalked off to the bathroom in a bitch and moan fit. Never leave a woman to her own devices when you’ve acted like an ass. The copy I picked up for the club will be stowed away for blackmail later. I wonder what Raze and the guys would think about their VP canoodling with a Disney Princess. You’d probably be able to hear them laughing all the way from Upland.
My favorite part of the entire day is just being with him. He dragged me around the entire park to the point my feet are sore and aching. Tyler insisted we needed to watch the fireworks, much to my anguish and need for him to act on his previous promise after teasing me the entire day. Every time we stood in line for a ride, his hands found their way to my ass while his lips assaulted me. I thought for sure that security would be waiting for us after he tried to finger me on Pirates of the Caribbean. Even the cannon fire couldn’t hide my moans when he brushed against my core. The fucker plays dirty, but I love that about him. He doesn’t care who’s watching us, and honestly, that excites me a little bit. It’s so forbidden, but it’s a sinful pleasure I think I’d like to try someday. Thinking about his attempts, I honestly would have slid onto his lap and fulfilled both of our wishes if our boat hadn’t have been filled with a dozen little kids. After I swatted his hand away a few times, he gave up, but even I know that was just a time-out for what he likely has planned later, or at least I’m hopeful for later.
With just fifteen minutes left before the fireworks show, he finds a spot near the front of the castle and pulls me into his arms. Tinkerbell flies across the sky as the fireworks boom behind the castle. Tyler places his chin on the top of my shoulder, watching them with me. Just as the finale springs to life, he twirls me around and brings his lips to mine. He kisses me like no one is watching, running his fingers through my hair as colorful bombs burst in the air over us. It was the perfect moment for such an impassioned embrace. The only thing that would have made it better is if we were climaxing during the finale’s booms, but we’d have to explain to Disney Jail why two grown adults fucked to the beat of the fireworks on Main Street USA. At least that would have been a great story later.
He pulls away from my wanting lips just before the last firework explodes in the sky.
“You are my slice of Heaven, Dani. I always thought I was destined for Hell, but you’re pouring light back into my dark soul. You’re my fallen angel.” His words cut through me but before I can speak, the crowds begin to push against us as the lights illuminate Main Street again.
“Let’s get you home,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m ready to eat my queen’s heavenly pussy before I make her angelic voice sing to the Heavens before we have to go back to reality.”
We ride the tram back to the parking garage. Sliding into the truck, I snuggle up against Tyler and begin to doze on the ride home. He’s true to his word as he carries my exhausted body into the house. We make quick, passionate love before we both fall asleep in each other’s arms. As my eyes succumb to my exhaustion, I wish that every day could be like this, but even I know that Hell will constantly be looming in the distance.
It’s hard to believe that she and I have been fucking nonstop for over a week. I know she thinks I’ll tire of her body soon enough, but my need and want for her only grows. I find myself deliberately making sure I’m around when she’s in my room naked. She’s called me a stalker on more than one occasion, but I can’t fucking help it. It’s like as soon as her panties hit the floor, an alarm sounds in my dick that she’s ready and waiting for me. She’s driving me crazy to the point that we have to spend more time away from the clubhouse than I should be allowed because I can’t stow my need for her. She could walk into a room covered from head to toe and my dick would ache for her. It doesn’t bother me being able to show outwardly that Dani is mine, but I doubt my brothers would love seeing the bulge in my pants during Church. Then again, it would probably give them all dick envy.