Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

eets before lying back down again. Her chest rises and falls, her moans whispering in the quiet room, but I want her to be on a never-ending loop of screams.

I pull her up in the air by her hips so her entire body except her shoulders leaves the bed. “Grab the pillow and put it under your shoulders baby, if this starts to hurt tell me and I’ll stop.”

“Yes, I trust you.” She finishes positioning the pillow under her shoulders while I still have her hips in my hands. Lifting her ass and hips from the bed completely, I use my strength and pull her pussy to my face.

“Ahh,” she shouts then giggles. She’s fucking perfect. “What are you—ohhh.” I bring her bare pussy to my mouth and latch on, putting as much of her silky sweetness in my mouth as I can.

“Oh, baby! Yes!!” Her moans fuel me on.

I point my tongue and lap hard circles on her clit, my thumbs digging into her hip bones, I feel her trying to crawl away from me, trying to escape the heightened amount of pleasure I’m giving her. I can tell she’s getting close, her taste becoming more potent, her juices coming out in waves. It’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced, partly because it’s her—my girl.

“I’m gonna come, oh...oh...Kings!” Flooding my mouth with her orgasm, I feel her center clenching tightly, releasing and tightening over and over on my stiffened tongue. I lick every drop from her pulsating center before I place her gently on the bed hard and ready to go again.

I stand from the bed licking her arousal clean from my lips. I want to fucking bottle that taste and drink it whenever I miss my mate.

“That was incredible.” She breaths heavily sitting up and climbing on her knees toward the edge of the bed in front of me. Lana plays with my abs, scratching them, before moving to my pecs and kneading the hard muscles.

“I’m nowhere near done, baby.”

“How do you want to do this?” She tucks her short hair behind her ear giving me her curious little smirk.

“You’ll see.” Pulling her hand from my chest, I wrap it in mine and guide her off the bed. Moving around to the front of the canopy style bed, I sink down onto her wispy grey rug, my knees holding me up. I kiss her belly one time, then move her down so she’s mirroring me on her knees.

“Kiss me, Kingston.” I don’t hesitate. Locking in a heated kiss, I lick my tongue into her sweet mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans then pushes me with her palm flat on my chest, I sit on my ass and stretch my legs out. Placing her hands on my cheeks she kisses my forehead. “I told you I loved you.”

“Then make love to me, my Queen.”

“Yes, your majesty,” she teases me with a wink.

“Come here!” I laugh pulling her to me, her cute laugh stopping when I situate her right over my hard cock. “Checkmate. Please me, take your pleasure and show me how bad you want me.” I move my hands up the curve of her spine, the peaks of her shoulder blades and up the column of her neck, embedding my hands in her hair. Giving her complete control over us, I watch her willingly lower onto my waiting dick.

I swear I see fucking stars when my eyes roll to the back of my head. Taking a deep breath, I mentally prep myself to not fucking come right away. I open my eyes to see Lana’s exposed neck waiting for me to kiss it, while she lets her ecstasy consume her.

Licking up her throat, sucking at the dips and valleys I leave a mark, my love mark, on her creamy skin. I give her time to adjust to my size like I do every time we have sex. When she’s ready, she thrusts her hips forward telling me she wants me to control her, be the lead during this dance.

“You want me to lift you, beautiful? You want your man’s help?” Nodding she drops her face into my neck.

“Yes. I want you.” I lean back enough so my back is against the bench she has in front of her bed. I situate myself so I will be anchored enough to take the lead.

I feel a pinching sensation where she’s sucking, holy shit she’s leaving a mark on my skin. Making love with Lana James is like mating. It’s completely uninhibited, animalistic, and territorial, two souls becoming one.

“Let me watch you while I make love to you.” Tilting back I watch the silhouette of her petite but curvy frame—the perfect visual. I lift her with gentle ease, then glide her back down. Every time she’s fully seated she circles her hips driving me wild. The room is silent with only the sound of our moans and the distinct noise of our combined arousal, her ass slapping against my thighs when I pick up the pace, just to slow her down again.

“Kingston, yes!”

“Take over, baby.” I remove my hands with a thick swallow, my mouth forming an ‘O’ while she rides me at a relentless pace. My large arms stretch out beside me gripping the edge of the bench, while Lana’s hands grip on my biceps to use them as her anchor to push herself up and down my angry cock.

“L, fuck if you don’t slow down I’m gonna lose it,” I warn, my hand locking steel tight on the bench, I’m enjoying the show. Licking her now dry, slightly parted lips she smirks watching me, her eyes never leaving my face. Lana loves being the temptress, she takes great fucking pleasure in causing me this much euphoria.

“I love you Kingston Donovan, don’t ever doubt that. Now make me come,” she demands and I oblige like a good fucking man. Reaching down, I pinch her clit and then take back over, grabbing her hips and pounding up into her every downward thrust.

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. Look at me,” I snap, her eyes lock on mine again while we come together, floating into paradise together never losing our connection, physically or emotionally. Emptying my seed into her I forget all my insecurities. My Queen fucking owns me.

Checkmate.

I am eight months today and I feel like a cow. Princeton is growing like a mother trucker and he has no plans of slowing down. Dr. Barrett said that he may come early if he keeps growing at this rate. I blame my huge caveman, it’s his genes that made our baby boy The Incredible Hulk.

“Come on, mama, if I’m nine months with twins and still able to walk faster than you, then I’m calling you a weakling,” Shayla says holding the door open to the spa. Kingston and Trey surprised Shayla and me with a spa day so we could relax and boy, do I need it.