"Honestly, Bear, I never saw myself getting married, so there was really no reason to think about having a child," Gillian replied truthfully. "I mean, the thought of having a baby gives me the warm fuzzies. I would be happy if I got pregnant but a little overwhelmed at the same time."
"I have no doubts you would be a wonderful mum, kitten."
"I don't know how good I would be, but I do know I would love my child unconditionally." Gillian smiled, kissing John's lips. Pulling back, her brows knitted together in thought as she said, "John, how would you feel if I got pregnant with Patrick's baby? I mean, it's a real possibility, right? Would that change your feelings for me?"
"Not at all." John gently smiled, smoothing her upturned brows. "If you had a child by Patrick, I would treat that child like my own. I would love you even more for giving him something that he's always wanted. Listen, I know you probably don't understand my relationship with Pat, but I love that bastard like a brother. You know we were in an orphanage together, right? Well, Pat was the first person to ever show me an ounce of humanity, love, or kindness. After arriving at the orphanage, Father Joseph swore he saw me steal some food. Now, that was impossible, because I had been locked up in my room all day. He beat me so severely that night and left me in a puddle of my own blood. Patrick heard me crying and came to help me. He not only held me and sang me a song, but he stole some cookies for us. Pat knew I was off limits and that he would get the same punishment if the priests found out, but he didn't care. He saved me that night, kitten, and has several times since. Pat and I have a bond that I just can't explain. It's as if we've known each other in another lifetime. You're the only other person I've felt that with, sweetheart."
"Oh, John," Gillian said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her heart ached for the Brit. "I'm so sorry, baby. You didn't deserve that. No one does!"
"I know that, love, but it's nice to hear also." John smiled, not sure if he could handle Gillian's sympathy or empathy. He had told her the story simply to help her understand his relationship with Patrick. "As you know, when you're beaten down and told you are no good your whole life, you find yourself believing it at times. I have fought my way to the top of the heap and demanded the title of king, even if I'm hated for it."
"Well, you're my king, Pooh Bear," Gillian responded softly, cuddling closer to his chest once again. "No one will ever hurt you again, babe. I'll make sure of that."
"Is that so?" John asked, sitting up in his seat and maneuvering Gillian so she straddled his lap. He then began to massage her bottom before spreading apart the cheeks. In a husky, deep voice, he said, "Why don't you show me exactly how you treat your king, kitten?"
Feeling naughty and needing John inside of her, Gillian lowered her gaze and responded in a fake accent, "But, sire, I'm just a servant. What if the queen catches us together? She will surely have me beaten to death."
As he raised a brow at her, John's cock immediately hardened. His kitten clearly wanted to role play and he, of course, would give her anything that she wanted. John knew his beautiful American had a dark side. Lifting her chin to look into her eyes, he said, "You would defy your king, servant?"
"No, sire, never," Gillian said, playing along. She could tell that John was highly aroused by the look in his eyes. She also felt how aroused he was by the big bulge resting between her legs. "I would never defy you, Your Majesty, but I do fear the queen."
"I will deal with the queen, girl. You will deal with my prick," John said, pretending to be indignant. Loosely gripping her neck, the Brit pulled Gillian forward so her lips were almost touching his. "Ride my cock, but first, remove your dress. The king would like to come inside your lovely cunt."
"Yes, sire," Gillian replied obediently as she slowly pulled the expensive designer dress over her head. Her rose colored nipples immediately hardened from the cold air coming into the carriage. Her emerald eyes turned a dark shade of blue as she watched John pull off his suit jacket and begin unbuttoning his white shirt. Gillian's pussy wept with need when her eyes feasted on his broad, muscular chest that was covered with tattoos and dark hair. Her hands immediately went there and began kneading the muscles. Gillian's pink, wet tongue found one male nipple and she playfully bit at the nub before licking it. John's sharp intake of breath told her how much he liked it.
John's eyes closed and his heart started to beat frantically as Gillian used her mouth to play with his chest. One hand began to unbuckle his pants as the other one began to slowly rub her warm, wet folds. His breath caught in his throat when she nibbled a path up his chest and neck with her teeth. At his neck, Gillian ran her tongue up the pulsing vein. When she got to his mouth, the American rubbed the tip of his large cock against the entrance of her core as she slowly began to kiss his lips. A tortured moan escaped his mouth and was captured by hers as she fully embedded her pussy on his dick. John felt a shiver of pleasure go through his body when she began to slowly ride him, leaving only the tip in before sliding back down.
"Does Your Majesty like the feel of my pussy on his royal cock?" Gillian asked, rubbing her face against his neck. She inhaled his clean, masculine scent as his hands found her bottom and squeezed the cheeks.
"Your cunt feels amazing," John groaned, loving the way she was rubbing against him like a well-fed cat. He felt his balls tighten slightly as they hugged her bottom when she eased herself back down his cock. When Gillian went to kiss his lips, John's hand knotted her hair and jerked her head back. Gillian gasped loudly at the discomfort but purred softly when John's tongue pulled at her earlobe. In her ear, he growled, "You dare kiss the king on the lips, servant? I told you to ride me, not kiss me."
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Please forgive me," Gillian breathlessly replied, grinding her hips against John's. She felt the pleasure building deep inside her core as his fully embedded cock hit her G-spot. Needing to find her release, Gillian began to quicken her pace and ride him faster.
"That's it, sweetheart. Fuck me hard," John grunted in pleasure. He gripped her round, porcelain breasts in his hands as she rode his cock. He watched her beautiful face as she chewed on her lower lip and pulled his hair with her hands. John loved watching his kitten find her release. The woman was so honest with her emotions and beyond stunning to watch.
Gillian whimpered in ecstasy as she made love to John. She could not believe the rush of emotions coursing through her as he aided her movements. The faster she rode her lover, the harder his cock hit her G-spot. With one last pump of her hips, Gillian cried out as she exploded. Just as she orgasmed, John found his own pleasure and came deep inside her womb. She hugged him close to her breasts as wave after wave of sensations overtook her and her vaginal walls pulsed with release. The pulsing of kitten's sweet cunt had John's dick convulsing as well. The couple held each other tightly as they let the rapture and contentment of the orgasm wrack through their bodies. As the sensations began to subside, Gillian eased her hold on John and quickly found his lips with hers. The two of them simply held and caressed each other as they deepened the kiss. John and Gillian were so engrossed in each other that they did not feel the carriage come to a stop.