Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

“It is, we’re in danger, because my heart will break if you ever change your mind L. I won’t live without you. I refuse it. I’ll never let anyone have you but me.” I know what my words have the power to do, I understand the consequences.

“Kingston, I can’t let you say that. I can’t, but I want you to. I want you to be obsessed with me. I’m scared—terrified, but for the first time I want someone to need me like they need air.” I enter my office, kicking the door shut with my foot.

“You want me to tell you everything?” She knows what I’m asking. I also know that she may run for the hills with my next confession.

“Yes.” Setting her on her feet I make work of getting us both naked, taking each item that covers her off slowly, appreciating every inch of my unwrapped gift. When I finally lay her down on my couch, I tower over her.

“When I see you do things like bathe I want to clean you like an animal, lick everything off you,” I tell her, licking my tongue up the column of her tiny little neck. She whimpers. I pray to God she is strong enough to hear this, because it’s unhealthy, psychotic, obsessive, the way I feel about her.

“More.” Keeping my mouth near her ear, I balance my weight on one arm and reach my hand between us, finding her sweet, shaved pussy. Taking my knuckles along her lips I slowly tease her.

“When I see other men looking at you, I get angry, my rage seeps out and I imagine fucking you so hard you forget that you are desired by anyone but me.” She moans. I bite her jaw then her chin then her cheek.

“What else?” she questions, her eyes still closed, her mouth agape and her breathing heavy.

“When you walk, swaying those sexy hips and bouncy little ass, I know you do it to test me, like a fucking tease, my tease. You know what your body does to me.” I slide my long thick finger inside her snug heat. She’s swollen and tight, letting me know she’s ready to be taken.

Curling my finger up I watch her face change and her mouth fall open into an ‘O’.

“Shit,” she moans.

“Kingston. My name is fucking Kingston,” I warn on a growl, inserting another finger and picking up my pace. I move my hands in fast, hard circles, hitting her deep within.

“Call me your King, baby.”

“Oh, you’re my King.”

“Who do you belong to?” I bite the shell of her ear.

“You, I’m yours.” Her words fuel me on, not even close to ending tonight.

“You shouldn’t be able to breath without me.” Kissing her lips, my tongue fights with hers, while her hands fly up and behind her head on the arm of the couch. Using it she pushes down and swivels her hips to meet the rhythm of my fingers in her pussy.

“You won’t ever be without me. You can never leave me baby. I will fucking follow you to the ends of the earth.” I moan, my cock hard and ready to be sucked dry by her greedy cunt.

“Why does that sound so good?” she questions, thrusting down harder on my hand, kissing me, biting me between her moans and words. Lana is asking me what I am wondering. Why are these words that once caused her pain, reduced her down to nothing, sounding so right? I say the first thing that makes sense, the real reason.

“Because this is actual love. We are love.” With that she detonates around my fingers, screaming into the air.

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Promise me forever, Kingston. Promise you’ll never let me leave you.” Her begging while coming is my vice.

“Forever mine, forever yours, forever us.” Removing my fingers, I rip her legs apart before she can realize what’s happening and I slam up into her.

“Forever!” Pounding into her like a man possessed I bite her neck. She squeezes me so tight making my need to come harder to keep off. She is letting me own her, she has given up the past and surrendered herself to the future that I can give her. My words of ownership and possession are now paradise in her world.

“Lift those legs baby, I need to go deeper.” I look between us and see I’m only half way inside her. Needing her fully, I help spread her as wide as she can on the couch.

“Help me” she moans, looking up into my eyes as I sit up, my knees on the couch.

“Let me fuck you how you wanna be fucked.” Lifting her hips in the air, her shoulders the only thing on the couch, I impale her fully onto my cock nearly coming when I slide all the way into her.

“Shit.” I watch her perfect tits bounce while I pound into her.

“Marry me, Lana.” The words come out before I can stop them. Not sure if it’s the heat of the moment or the truth, I still say it.

“What! Uhhh!” she moans, biting her lip and reaching up to pinch her tiny rosy nipples with her fingers.