Coming back to the present, my wayward thoughts distracting me from reality. “I wonder if you will have your dad’s cute butt,” I whisper to myself, or so I thought.
“I knew you loved my ass.” Startled, I look up and see Kingston standing in the doorway with two bags. I must not have heard him come in while I was reminiscing. His sideways smirk is present, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Matching my pain, I see how bad this is hurting not just me, but us.
“You came back.” I feel the tears coming back as I look up at his distraught face.
“I was so pissed I almost didn’t, then I drove around and found a Target.” I smirk limply not sure why he went there and its significance. My brows furrow, questioning him. “I wandered to the baby aisle and I started to think about our baby. What if it’s a girl, baby? What if she’s so sweet and kind just like you?” Kingston asks, moving over to sit next to me on the carpet, stretching his legs out under the table.
“Then I thought maybe it’s a boy and what if I raise him to be a piece of shit like me?”
“Kingston.” His words are far too demeaning. Kingston is a lot of things, but a shitty person is not one.
“No Lana, I’m too fucking pushy sometimes, too smug, I’m an arrogant prick.” He slides the bags onto the table in front of us and hangs his head. “I bought a little girls outfit and a little boys outfit. The little boys outfit matches one of mine and I bought you a matching dress, in case it’s a girl.” His kind words push me over the edge, renewing my desire for him. Kingston never ceases to surprise me, one minute being an arrogant caveman and the next my giant teddy bear—my protector—my best friend.
“You deserve better, but I’m too selfish to let you go. I’m sorry I hid this...” I apologize, moving the box from my lap in a hurried motion.
Pushing his back against the couch, I throw my leg over his waist and straddle him. Knowing exactly what I want is what we both need. I don’t even give him a chance to respond before our lips touch fast and hard, mine moving while his stay still, trying to catch up to my sudden invasion. He tastes familiar, like home—I haven’t kissed him in days. I let my body grind against him waking my libido, she’s desperate for a piece of her King.
Moaning against his soft lips I grab hold of Kingston’s bottom lip and tug it, causing him to growl hungrily like an animal. His lust filled eyes are creased into slits and I know what’s about to happen and I don’t stop it. I’m ready to try for him. I’m not ready to completely give in overnight, but I think I’m ready to try. Ready to start opening up the doors of possibility. I hope it’s enough for now, I hope it’s enough to get me where I know we both want to be. Together. Forever.
Watching and feeling Lana grind on me while taking hot selfish kisses has me fucking seduced. My heart is pounding so loud my ears can feel the vibration. My throat is growing tight and suddenly a wave of reality swallows me whole. This isn’t just about Lana and me, or even about fighting to make Lana mine, it’s now about making Lana and the little life we created, family.
I thought I was fighting before, well that pales in comparison, because I’m not letting her refuse us the happiness we both desire, crave—deserve, damn it. We’re going to be a family and she better be ready for me, because she is no longer the only thing that is mine to hold and protect, so is our little creation. I’m coming to collect the other halves to my soul where emptiness sits. My family.
“You have to be willing to try for us, Lana. Can you do that?” Pulling back, I place my hands on her dainty thighs and rub the smooth skin. She chews her lip nervously playing with the bill of my hat behind me.
“I can try to let you in more, but I just need a little more time to be something more than friends.” I almost stop to protest but she cuts me off.
“But I can promise I’ll try, for you, for our baby.” She grabs my hand from its place on her thigh and lays it comfortably against her tiny little belly. I can’t argue with trying, it’s better than a no. That and my hand on her tiny stomach where our baby is growing—how can I even say no?
“Fine. That’ll do—for now.” She smirks and looks down at my chest. I flex my pecs so they bounce up and down and she giggles. That sound is fucking beautiful.
“You like what you see?”
“I would like it better if you would demonstrate on me, what I’d like to see.”
I smirk devilishly. One thing about Lana that drives me up the fucking wall with joy, is when she talks dirty. I met my fucking match with this woman. She likes dirty talk and even dirtier sex.
“Tell me how your body feels, tell me what pregnancy is doing to you, baby.” I’ve heard the rumors about pregnancy making women horny and needy, more so than usual. All things I want Lana to be with me. She just nods her head up and down and licks her pouty pink lips.
“My tits ache, they feel heavy and I just keep thinking of your strong hands kneading them to feel better.” She guides my hands from her stomach to her tiny tits, they feel so good. I want to see those nipples in my face, taste them on my lips, against my tongue.
“Then my pussy, mmmm. It aches for you, bad. Feels wet and empty. So warm and tight. It needs you.” Lana thrust her hips against my hard-on, letting out a shaky breath when she feels the painfully hard friction. I’m enjoying the fucking show right here. Her grinding on me and letting me squeeze her tits. Any man would be lucky to have this perfect, dirty queen grinding against him. Too bad no other man will ever get this lucky—Lana James is permanently marked by me with our child.
“You’re a bad, dirty little thing. Let me take you to bed and take care of those needs.” She leans back reaching down for my belt. Her brown eyes stay locked on mine while she undoes my belt, looking like a huntress.
I reluctantly pull my hands off her hips and push up from the floor. Like my little monkey she holds onto me and sucks on my neck while I rush us down the hall, my hands tight on her firm, creamy ass.
Her door is cracked open. Using my foot I kick it the rest of the way, charging into her room. I’m two feet away from her bed when I throw her across the room and she lands on the bed, bouncing off it, then back down.
“Kings!”
“Lay there and don’t fucking move.” Panting heavily she complies. Removing my jeans, I walk around the bed while removing my shirt. Her eyes are devouring me, watching every little move I make as I watch her grow needier by the minute. Her cat eyes follow me, watching me closely.
“Kingston. Please.”
“Don’t beg, my Queen.”
“I have to, I need you too much. I need my man.” I stop midway when I make it to her bedside table. I know she keeps her vibrator in there. I was planning to use it, but fuck that. She wants me now and I need her with the same ferocity.