Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

“You sure you want this, Lana?” I smile.

“More than anything.”

“Perfect, okay wet those lips baby, let me see that tongue.” Licking my lips he watches the swipe of my tongue. “Now

, lick the tip, baby, swirl that velvet tongue around it.”

Leaning down I wrap my hand around the base and swirl my tongue around his tip, licking up his pre-cum. It tastes like him mixed with salt, a thick delicious drop. He twitches making me drop him from my hands. “Shit, babe, no don’t stop, that felt amazing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, keep doing that.” I go back to my previous motion, licking his tip then sucking the rounded crown into my mouth. His hand moves my hair from my face, piling it on top of my head as he stares down at me. He’s wide and long, the thickness traced with veins. Kingston’s cock screams dominant lover, a man with great power in the bedroom—in life. He is powerful, carnal, and all things a woman could ever desire.

“Suck it in deeper baby, as far as you can.” I start to take him in deeper as my reflexes engage; my eyes starting to water. “Not too deep, don’t choke.” I ease up knowing damn well he won’t fit all the way in my mouth. No way.

Flattening my tongue on the underside of his cock, his veins rub against it, making it so I can feel every detail of his king cock. I try and roll my tongue and when I do he shakes.

“Fuck, that’s it.” I look up and the image of him with his head back, one knee bent and him fucking my mouth is the ultimate sight. I’m literally pleasing him to the fullest. His chest and arms are flexing as he guides my mouth over his shaft. I suck harder because of it, my hands helping with the rest of his length that my mouth can’t reach.

“You like sucking this big dick?” I moan a yes and this earns me a hard tug on my hair, surprisingly it only makes my nerves over-sensitized, the hair on my skin standing on edge.

“I love this sexy little mouth, you suck me so fucking good.” I take one hand from his shaft and place it flat against his stomach, his cock making my tongue tender from the invasion. “I’m gonna come if you keep going babe, lie on your back.” I suck him with a few more long shallow sucks and then hurry to my back next to him. I’m panting, gaining back the lack of oxygen I wasn’t getting. He gets on his knees next to me, towering over the side of my chest.

“Let me see your pussy, open your legs,” he moans, stroking his cock fast and hard. I spread my legs and give him a view of my bare pussy.

“I’m gonna come on your tits, those sexy little tits.” His eyes travel from my chest to my core back and forth as his hand picks up pace.

“God damn it! Fuck.” I watch memorized as he spurts hot jets of come onto my chest, his eyes hooded, his lips slightly parted as he watches his come cover my breasts.

“Kings, baby,” I moan. Falling next to me, he drops his hand to his chest and sighs.

“Holy shit, that was amazing.” I take his compliment and do an inner happy dance.

“I’m glad, I was worried. I thought I was gonna be terrible.”

“No, you definitely weren’t, I have never come that fast from head.” He gets up and walks to the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My stomach gets a knot, I sometimes forget the women before me, then I remember, he’s been with a ton of women.

He comes out of the bathroom carrying a wet rag. Kneeling on the bed he cleans me up, the sour look still warping my face.

“What’s wrong?” I just shrug and pull the blanket over me.

“Nothing, I’m just cold. I’m gonna go to sleep.” Flipping on my side, I turn my back to him.

“I wasn’t finished with you and I know damn well you aren’t tired. What just happened?” Like I’m completely weightless he turns me and slides me under him while he spreads my legs getting me ready for another round.

“Kings, nothing I just want to go to b..” Cut off by the familiar sensation of his rough hands on my clit, I crumble under him, my back leaving the bed and my toes curling.

“So responsive, now how about you tell me what that shit really was.” The authority in his touch paired with the demand in his voice works.

“You said it was the fastest you’ve ever come with head and I just got sudden images of you with other women and I never really thought of how many women you’ve been with.” All his touches on my body stop and he just stares down at me looking annoyed.

“Don’t bring other women into our bedroom, don’t do that shit. I have been with plenty of women, way too many to count on my hand, but I don’t think of those nameless, faceless girls. I only see, feel, want, fuck, and touch you,” he warns, his voice low.

“I’ve only been with two people and you are one of them. I’m nowhere near experienced enough for you. Do you still think of them when you’re, you know...masturbating?” I whisper the last word, like I have a reason to be embarrassed. Some of the positions and things him and I have done in the bedroom are nothing compared to the talk of masturbating.

“Fuck, come on babe, really?” He pushes away from me and scoots to the edge of the bed, planting his feet to the carpet. “I just got you back after a fight and now you want to put another fucking wedge between us?”

“I’m allowed to be insecure, Kingston,” I say standing and grabbing his shirt from the floor, slipping it on over my head.