Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

“I will make you forget anything before me, I will never neglect to show you how beautiful, desirable, and loved you are.” His hands lift the cotton of my plain black shirt, the tips of his rough fingers skating across my lower stomach just above my low rise jeans. My stomach contracts with the sensation, while his words work me from the inside out.

“How’s that feel beautiful?” he asks, his lips glued to my neck.

“Amazing.” The guilt is still there, slowly fading, but there. “This could get me in trouble, I shouldn’t cheat.” I moan when he slips his finger into the waistband of my jeans, the tip gracing the top of my white lace panties.

“You aren’t cheating because you’re mine now and he will never touch you again...ever.”

Past

“You aren’t cheating because you’re mine now and he will never touch you again...ever,” I threaten against her neck. My words are harsh, filled with a bluntness that I do nothing to hide. I want her to know that from this day forward I’m going to keep her safe, protect her from danger and make her life beautiful.

“I want to be yours, show me how to make that something beautiful, show me what that can really mean between two people.” She moans as my finger dips into the front of her panties. I feel the start of her pussy lips and I grow hard.

“Shit.” It’s all I can say as she reaches down and unbuttons her pants, giving me more room. The back of my finger grazes over the swollen bare smooth skin of her beautiful pussy and I say a prayer to finally let me see heaven.

“Baby, I need to get you home, I need you,” I growl as she thrusts forward on my hard dick, making my finger slide between her lips, the wet warm center of her on fire. I’m not a gentle touch. I fuck hard, fast, borderline viciously, but here and now with her I want to make slow, ground shaking love to her. I don’t want to just stick it in, fuck carelessly and come. I want to take her every which way, slow and gentle, long and never ending.

“Baby, you have to get off and let me take you home. I need to get you to my bed, please.” I’m not begging anymore, I’m down right pleading for my sanity.

“Just one, please give me one.” She grinds harder and I find her tight clit, hard and throbbing, holy shit.

“Lean back a little, baby,” I tell her, she does it without a moment of pause. Her back hits the steering wheel. “Lift your hips.” She does and I pull her pants with her panties down and around her tiny little thighs exposing her beautiful, tight pussy.

“Holy fuck.” I want to so badly pull her clit into my mouth, dig my tongue deep into her core and feast. Her skin is bare, her pussy lips glistening and her clit shows, swollen.

“I got it waxed yesterday...I wanted to try something new,” she says with a blush in her cheek, dirty yet still so innocent.

“It isn’t just the waxing baby, you’re a god damn masterpiece.”

“Show me,” she entices.

I take a look around the parking lot and see no one is around, my dark tinted windows would protect us anyway, but still, I don’t want anyone seeing my Lana like this.

I give my attention back to her and watch her face as I use the tip of my thumb to bring her clit some love. I circle it with pressure and watch her mouth fall open while her head rolls back. She looks so much more like a woman at eighteen, but even more so when I touch her. It’s like she’s experiencing the touch of a man for the first time. Which honestly, she practically is. Joel is a fucking coward and he wouldn’t know how to touch a goddess like Lana in a million lifetimes.

That thought has me jealous and even more determined. Slipping my thick long middle finger lower, I glide it into her tight, warm entrance. Holy, fuck me sideways, she is tight, too tight, virginal tight. I pick up the pace once again.

“Ugh, that feels so good.” Reaching up, I lift her shirt, exposing her cotton covered tits. I go to pull down the bra so I can see some more skin, but she stops me.

“The scar, I hate my scar remember?” Her eyes come to mine and she looks determined, pleasure slipping away from her.

“Okay, I’ll stop, I won’t take the bra off, but I wanna see your tits, baby.”

Waiting a moment, she studies me, searching for the truth. Once she sees I’m not going to betray her wants, I pick up my pace and she starts grinding against my strained hand. It’s contorted due to our position, but it’s doing the damn job. She rides it while I circle her clit, meeting her thrust for thrust.

I watch my finger disappear and I swear I can feel my cock in its place. I look back up and her mouth is wide open, her brows drawn in like she’s in pain, but really she’s in pure ecstasy. Her honey brown eyes don’t leave mine, the intense look we share is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. I start to feel like I’m actually inside her, our connection is that deep. I don’t dare admit it out loud, but I’m about to come just from this contact right here.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna come. I think I’m coming.” She thinks?

I watch her stomach, lean and long, tighten and she starts to shudder.

“Let go, come on my fingers. I’ll make you come again, I promise angel.” With my words she throws her head back and comes hard and fast, pulsing around my fingers, squeezing me like a fist as her juices coat my hand.

“Kingston! Uhh,” she lets out a drawn-out moan, her pitch going higher at the end, like that of a porn star except hers is real and it’s fucking sexy. She’s a real-life fantasy, so womanly and innocent still.

“Just like that, baby.” I let her ride it out, while I ignore the fact that I have come dripping from my dick, so fucking hard and ready for her, that I know one, two, maybe even three times will not be enough to empty myself. I’m that worked up for her.

“Shit,” she whines when I finally pull my hand from her paradise. I lick my finger once, tasting her sweet, sweet fucking taste. She watches curiously, with amazement and I know what she’s thinking.