Always the One (Always and Forever 1)

“Wrap your arms around my shoulders and hold on.” Curious to see why he gives me this demand, I concede and wrap my arms around his shoulders, locking them with my hands gripping their opposite elbows. Before I can push for answers to what he is planning on doing, I’m lifted and impaled on his waiting, painfully hard cock. Not a little bit, not halfway, but completely filled by Trey.

“Fuck!” The word leaves my lips as I yell out in pleasure.

“That’s right, baby, fuck you feel good. This pussy was made for me, you were made to be mine.” He pulls me back, watching as I slide along his dick to the very tip, then he pounds me back down. He’s taking us to new limits that we haven’t reached before, filling me and claiming my body in a far more demanding way than he ever has before. His mouth is latched onto my chest like a leech, sucking and biting me to the point where he may draw blood.

He’s marking me.

I don’t like hickeys, and I want to push his mouth away and force him to stop but the sensations are too real, I can’t bring myself to do it. All my senses are being used; I’m completely lost in him. I throw my head back when I feel him hitting my cervix, it feels incredible to be stretched and fully filled with his cock. He’s my man, my keeper, and I love being whole with Trey.

“Look at me when I claim you. Don’t fucking take your eyes off of me.” I shoot him a heated look, he is giving me an equal look of pure hunger and desire.

“Look at me sliding in and out of you, baby. Look down.” He leans back a little more so I can get a full view of me riding him. I watch myself slide up and down, my core gripping him, my lips clinging to his huge cock. We fit perfectly, the sight unraveling in front of me starts my undoing.

“Eyes.” I give him my attention again.

“You’re so big, Trey. It feels too good. I won’t last much longer.” I feel my orgasm building, and as much as I want this to last longer, I can’t hold off. The passion between us is red hot. I feel his thumb connect with my clit, causing the bundle of nerves to pulsate.

“Come for me, angel. Promise me that you’re mine, promise you won’t leave me.” His demand is very precise and stops me. I search his face.

“Why do you need to hear that?” He grabs my hips, ignoring me, lifting me and taking his pleasure. I don’t like that he’s being vague with me. First, he looked at me with some weird expression, then he asked me to never leave him—that’s not coincidence that’s intentional.

I push his chest, and with a stern voice I say, “Stop it, Trey.” He halts all movements, still looking down at our connection. “Why did you ask me that?” I bring one of my arms from around his neck and place it under his chin, lifting his face to me.

“I’ve had a shit day, a really shitty day. People got on my nerves, and all I want to do is make love to my woman.”

“How does your day being shitty lead to a question like that?” He twitches inside of me and I moan a little, he’s still hard, still ready. As am I. But I’m not letting him push this aside; he needs to tell me what’s wrong.

“I just like hearing you say it. I like knowing you’ll always be here, be mine. That I’m the one you love. Making love to you is like food for me; I need it to be able to survive—not because it satisfies me, even though it feels incredible. But I need it so I can feel whole with you. I also need your words, your whimpers, your promises you make when you are completely consumed by me.” He looks so sincere, bringing truth to his words. How can a girl not be consumed in this man?

“I love you, Trey. I’ll never leave you. Always, baby,” I whisper my promise while starting back up on his cock, showing him slow and sweet. Maybe dirty and fast isn’t what we need right now.

He stays still, like stone, not moving just feeling, letting me take us both to euphoria.

“I’ll never leave, uhhh, I can’t. I need you just like I need air, baby. Ohh.” I moan along with my undulating movements, it feels so good feeling every hard nine inches of him, skin on skin.

“You’re my always too, Shayla. I need you to come, I need to be your undoing.” He thrusts into me with a hard jerk of his hips, his finger finding my sensitive clit.

“Trey. I’m, uhhh, I’m…I’m…uhh!” Attempting to formulate a complete sentence fails when my first orgasm slams into me like a brick wall. He pounds into me harder, pulling out enough to flip me on all fours. He enters me again and continues to pound into me, adding sharp slaps against my ass.

“Come again, come with me, beautiful!” He pulls me up, my back landing against his damp chest, running his hand down to

play with my clit, his other arm wrapping around my front to pinch my nipple. Throwing my arm back, my hand finds his luscious hair and I pull on it, while my other hand aids his on my clit.

“Come now!” His wish is my command, I come hard when I feel him expand and shoot warm cum into me. We moan in unison before we fall to the bed in a heap of deep breaths. He tucks me into him, my back still to his front; his semi-hard cock still nestled inside of me.

Even though I try not to, I fall asleep instantly as I come down from my orgasm. Tonight was hands down a wild, new experience, one we will never forget or ever stop trying to recreate.

Waking up this morning was hell. I wanted to stay in bed and snuggle Trey all day. I feel a new kind of connection with him, after our mid-lovemaking confessional. I crawled out of bed while he snored softly beside me. One arm to his side landing above his lifted knee, the other thrown over his eyes. He has been hitting the gym a little more lately and it shows, his tan mixed with the newly defined muscles in his arms and stomach, cause a tingle to build deep in me, one I wish I had time to let him scratch.

I really don’t want to go today, and if it weren’t such a big day for Lana and me, my butt would be back in that bed, loving on my guy—trust me.

I chose a casual look mixed with a little bit of business. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail, the ends curled in all different ways. My makeup is soft with rose gold hues and shimmery highlighter on my high cheekbones. I look awake even though I’m still exhausted from all the lovemaking we did last night.

My black skinny jeans fit tight like a second skin, making my legs look longer and more lean. I paired it with a light green, deep V-neck top to highlight my eyes, and the perfect pair of nude Louboutins. Finishing it off with a high-low blazer, I look every bit the CEO. CEO of my baby, my pride and joy, my boutique.

“Shayla!” I hear Lana come running through the back door, screeching like a wild banshee, while I count the till before we open in thirty minutes. “We’re signing for two new locations today! I’m so fucking excited!” She looks like a damn super model. Her newly styled shoulder length hair is in loose curls, framing her flawless face. She’s wearing a skintight gray sheath dress with black pumps. Her smoky eye giving off the I’m-a-powerful-bitch-so-don’t-step-to-me vibe and she wears it like a damn boss.

“Someone’s ready to conquer the world today. PS. I know, and I’m freaking the eff out, too!” She comes up beside me, her slightly taller frame gives her the ability to wrap her arm around my neck. Pulling my head in and resting it against hers, she waves her hand in front of us like a picture show.