This is us, and this is where I know I was made to survive only under the ownership of Lana.
God, or whoever is out there, made me for the sole purpose of belonging to the dainty vixen half my size but stronger than armies made up of hundreds of me. My blood pumps to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Picking up pace, I leave one hand on her thigh as the other travels hastily to her tit, eager to touch her more. Her tight nipple buds, peaking between my fingers as I squeeze with force, call to me.
“Beautiful.” I keep my head down and look her up and down, watching myself disappear and my abs tightening as I use all my power to drive home with each thrust.
“Perfect.” Praising her with a moan, I let go of her thigh and bring her bent knees out of position and around my waist. Her hands move up my bulging arms, heavy with thick blood-pumping veins, and finish on my biceps, gripping as much as her small hands can.
“Promise me something,” I growl, fucking into her harder.
Her eyes widen and she chokes on her next breath. “Fuck. Uh, what—yes, anything!”
“Right after our little one is born, promise me you’ll let me get you pregnant again. Give me more. Fuck, Lana, give me so much more and never stop.” I obsess over her, and part of that is knowing she will bare my children whenever I want. That she will help the Viking king build a whole damn village.
“Anything. I will give you as many as you want, baby!” she cries, chasing her impending orgasm. I feel it coming as she nearly chokes my cock with a tight grip.
“I want you to always be filled with me, my seed, my child.”
“God, you’re so bad, so damn sexy.” She loses her cute, innocent act, and right as she is about to come, her dirty side comes out.
“I am huh? You like it dirty, baby? Be my bad girl and fucking take my monster cock. Come on me, and then you are gonna ride my fucking face and come again until your pussy is raw.”
“You’re destroying me.” She smirks at the brink.
“And you’re fucking killing me.” Reaching between us, I pinch her aroused clit and she explodes, screaming out my name. I have to try with all my force to not come in her welcoming orgasm. Heat floods me as her neck darkens in a shade of red. Her whole body erupts in a shiver, passing through her to the point where I feel it. Before she can come down, I pull out fast and maneuver us. I slam her still spasming pussy on my face, and my tongue spreads through her swollen lips. Gripping my hair and pulling, her back arches; the deep curve of her spine against my flat hands feels like it will break if she bends any more.
“Oh my God! Fuck.” That nasty word sounds feminine through her sexy little lips.
“Mmmm,” I moan, slurping her juices down my throat, my tongue sliding in and out as she circles her hips. Keeping her hands locked in my hair, she looks down at me, wide eyes and open mouth as I barely take enough time to blink. Her abs tighten each time she spasms, ready to come again.
“I want—shit.” I bite her clit. “I want you in my mouth,” she finally spits out.
Once again, I move us faster than she has time to gain her bearings. She helps this time, turning around and sitting reverse cowgirl on my face. “Suck it then, pretty baby.” Reaching up, I push her down between her shoulder blades. As she descends, my hands slide down her spine, and the second she takes the head of my cock in her mouth, I close my mouth around her wet, wet pussy and I breach her ass with my thumb.
She jolts from the unexpected invasion, and my cock pops out of her mouth and I growl at the loss. “Kingston!”
“Suck it, or I won’t feast on this pussy,” I demand. She doesn’t answer with words, but she does with action. Choking on me, she swallows me until I hit the back of her throat, her hands gripping the other inches that can’t fit.
I feel her saliva dropping down to my balls, telling me it’s messy down there like I like it. The wetter, the motherfucking better.
She taste so fucking good, and it eggs me on. Licking and nipping, I keep my thumb in her ass, massaging her, and each time she moans against my cock, my toes curl and my lower spine fucking shivers.
Cupping my balls, she rolls them in her hand, massaging them, and my eyes roll back, overwhelmed with her smell, her taste, and her expert touch.
“Babe, fuck, come here. I’m gonna come. Give me that pussy,” I growl, squeezing her hips. I lose her mouth with another pop and she hurries to climb on me like I’m a bull. She knows it’s gonna be a wild ride, and we fall into formation—my hands on her hips plopping her up and down like the tiny, nearly weightless thing she is, and she holds onto my hands as they go.
“Yeah, oh fuck, squeeze me like that—fuck! Come with me. Scream my fucking name.”
“Oh, Kingston! Fill me up!” Without needing her clit touched, she comes on my dick as I shoot load after load of hot come into her pussy.
“So fucking perfect—please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for. Maybe it’s her to stop fucking me so good that she nearly takes my soul, or maybe I’m begging her to take my soul all together.
We’re spent, beautifully spent after hours of lovemaking. I lost count after we got lazy and slow, using each other when there was nothing left to use, but we couldn’t stop.
Sprawled out on the bed under me, my body aligned perfectly on top of Kingston, he sits rubbing my back. His heartbeat has steadied under where my ear lays against his chest, and his strong, powerful thighs keep me warm as the cool air from our open window comes blowing in from the rainstorm outside. Even Mother Nature felt the storm of our lovemaking.
I draw patterns along his pec, tracing Shayla’s tattoo and absentmindedly grazing the rounded part of my fingertip over Princeton’s name. I miss him. Kingston and I haven’t said anything for nearly ten minutes, but his lips have stayed against the top of my head, kissing it sporadically. His hand moves in a dance from the curve of my ass, up to the dips of my lower back, and over the trail of my spine, and I almost fall asleep.