Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

t nipple, the same kind also on her rib right under her breast. Her belly is slightly different now that she’s pregnant, growing with tiny little stretch marks that have begun showing. I never thought I would find those sexy, but I do, especially on her.

Her hips look wider, more pronounced. Fucking delicious. Taking the back of my tattooed hand, I curl my finger, dragging my knuckle over the seam of her swollen wet pussy lips.

“I envisioned you under me on this bed for fucking years, shit I jerked myself to the image a thousand times, and here we are full circle.” Moaning from my teasing touches Lana nods.

“Lucky you.” She swallows hard trying her best not to sound affected by my touch.

“Hell fucking yeah, lucky me. What about you?” I ask leaning down, dropping my mouth to her nipple, the peak hard and skin tasting sweet.

“What about me?” I bite down on her nipple and laugh deep in my throat.

“How many times did you touch this heavenly pussy while you thought of this cock.” I part her lips with my finger and rub my calloused thumb over her swollen clit while two of my fingers slide inside her.

“Oh fuck! A lot, I thought about it a lot. I used toys and shuddered your name when I came.” Damn she’s not holding back tonight.

“You dirty girl. How come you didn’t call me over to help?” I joke flattening my tongue and licking up her neck. Stopping at her chin I plant a wet kiss followed by a nip, the skin pulling between my teeth.

“Cause I knew I wouldn’t have a choice but to choose you,” she moans and that’s my cue, get my woman off, take care of her, show her who her man is. Her confession fresh on her lips telling me I’ve always been the one she desired.

Settling back into position I rest the back of my thighs against my calves, pulling her up by her hips, planting myself as deep as I can go, stretching her to her limits.

“Stay quiet, okay babe?” She nods biting the back of her hand, her other one fisting the sheet.

Thrusting up into her, I’m convinced I’m gonna split her into two. I’ve been so carried away in watching myself take her I didn’t realize she’s been watching me. I catch a glimpse of her looking up at me. Not taking my gaze from hers, I continue with hard thrusts. Our contact is both physical and emotional, me inside her while our eyes stay locked on one another.

“I’m not done with you, not even close.”

“I need to come, I’m trying to hold it off, uhhhh,” she moans.

“I can’t stop, it feels so fucking good.” We’re both sweating, our lovemaking going on and on. Finally after minutes of long hard strokes I give in, letting my selfishness subside and my desire to come take over.

“Come. Now!” I didn’t mean to yell, I instantly remember her mom is down the hall.

“Yes! Ohh Kingston!” Fucking heat releases on my cock, giving me a warm welcoming to come in Lana. I let go, my thrusts becoming uneven and choppy.

Falling over beside her, I take deep breaths and wipe my forehead with the back of my hand. “That was incredible.”

“Kingston, that was wild.”

Wild doesn’t even cover it.

“Sign your name here Sir and here’s your visitor badge. Step over to the metal detectors over there and the guards will take you from there.” The puke green tiled floor passes under my feet with each step. I left Lana asleep this morning, her mom was awake and I lied, telling her I was going to see a buddy of mine up in Salt Lake for breakfast. She bought it.

Today Lana asked to be alone with her dad to tell him and have me there when she got home for support. I begged her to let me go with her and Jeff, but she insisted it wouldn’t be a good idea. I have three hours until I need to be back so now I need to take care of this piece of scum.

I pass through the detectors and follow the prison guards back to the visitor’s room. Walking down the rows of people talking into the phone with glass between them and the inmates, I make my way to mine, prepared for war. My palms growing wet, my back heating up, my face turning red. I had this whole speech, actually a foreboding threat, planned out in my head, but now all I can picture doing is punching the glass and wrapping my hands around his neck.

“Right here, sir.” The guard stops in front of an empty seat and I sit down. He walks away and I wait. Pulling out my phone to check the time, I see a text from Lana.

Lana: I woke up without you, hated it, tell whoever you are having breakfast with, hi for me! I love you Kings. Ps. How about a selfie?

I smile down at my phone, her message calming my nerves. Renewing my purpose for being here today.

I hear a rapping on the glass. Locking my phone my eyes wander up. There he fucking sits, looking every bit the pathetic man he is. His hair is buzzed, the few tattoos he has look duller and his face looks pale. His brown eyes are still dark and lifeless, there’s no forgiveness in them.

Lifting the phone from the cradle I bring it to my ear. The second I do his voice echoes through like a ghost from the past.

“Is that my woman you’re texting? Tell Lana ‘hi’ for me. Thanks for keeping that slut busy until I’m out of here.” He smirks.