Opening her eyes she catches her lip between her teeth and nods unashamed, her eyes never wavering.
“I want to do fucking terrible things to you, but your tight pussy can’t take it yet. Let me take care of you then I can do all the things you want.” I thrust smoothly with a gentle ease in and out of her, catching the hitch in her breath each time I’m fully seated.
“Baby...” she whines when I slow down, I know she’s close, I can feel her tightening and releasing each time she’s about to come. But I stop before she can.
“I don’t want you to come yet, I don’t want to stop.”
“We don’t have to. I have three more hours with you, we can do it as much as you want Kings.” I hate knowing that after we make love for hours she has to spend one final night with another man. I dread that shit.
Not responding to her, I ignore the thought as best as I can and focus in on my woman losing herself under me, her tight heat begging for me to own it, release all of my fucking seed inside her.
I pick up the pace, her eyes never leaving mine as I connect with her emotionally, physically, verbally. I want to spoil Lana with love, not anything else. She deserves to hear words of adoration while she is being worshipped, fuck—while she is worshipping me. Lana James has given me herself, nothing else in this world is surmountable to this. Being Lana’s tonight, means being hers forever. I will never be able to touch another woman, think of someone else, or even fathom the idea of being anything else but hers.
“I need to lose myself baby, can you handle it a little rougher?” I ask, barely keeping myself afloat with waiting.
She nods, moaning and I don’t bother second guessing it. Leaning back and putting all the weight of my body on my spread knees, I lift her hips with zero effort like she’s a rag doll. Shit, she practically is. Her tiny ribs stick out from all the weight she’s lost, her thighs so small I could probably wrap my hands around them. The first thing I’m doing when we take her away from that monster is getting her to love her body again. To be healthy and fucking be herself again. I want to see the way she laug
hs until all hours of the morning without anything holding her back.
Slamming into her I seat myself for a second as she screams out a strangled, beautiful, fucking reckless cry. When it draws out, I start pounding like a crazy man, my hands locked on her hips, my thumbs running over the bones protruding. God, I want to heal her more than anything.
“Come on my cock, make me fucking yours, Lana.” I strain my neck back and moan deep in my chest, like Tarzan himself, The King of the Jungle, the ultimate fucking alpha claiming his omega.
Reaching one hand between us when I feel her tightening and my balls drawing up, I seal the damn deal. I slap her clit and she comes faster than I can say fuck.
“Oh my god, Kingston, it...oh!” she screams, her face looking pained. “It almost hurts!” she yells again and I smile.
“That’s what an orgasm feels like with the King.” I jet off inside her with my words, my come filling her deep, seeping out the fucking sides.
“Fuck, look at that pink pussy taking all her man’s come.” I watch our connection as I slide her slick core up and down my cock as I empty myself, our mixed arousal glistening under the lights. I am finally one with my best friend. The King and his Queen, the alpha and his omega.
I’m still semi hard and can easily go again, but Lana is swollen and full. I need to clean her up then we can relax before I really do some kinky ass shit to my Queen.
Leaving her on the bed, I head toward my bathroom and grab a wet cloth to clean her up. Tonight I made love to the woman I thought I would never have.
Hours spent together tonight felt like small, quickly passing moments of eternity. When we touched it passed way too fast, when we laughed it came and went like a lightning bolt. And when she snuck out of bed and had Shayla take her home, I woke with just a letter, a letter that made rocks weigh down my stomach and my heart rapidly beat out of control. I leaped from bed, dressing to run and save my girl, knowing I might be too late.
I dropped that note on my bed, the letters fresh.
Kingston,
I couldn’t bear to subject you to Joel’s wrath. I’ve asked you to hide the secrets for too long and to stand by and watch me bleed. I want to let him go and I don’t want him to hurt you anymore than I have by asking you these things. I’ll see you in the morning, when I’ll finally be yours the way I can and want to be.
I’ll tell him when he gets home and first thing tomorrow, I’ll come to you. I have my phone on me and I will call the cops if he gets violent. I’ll be brave because you give me the strength to. I trust your words and know you’ll keep me safe.
Forever with you Kingston is worth all the sacrifice in the world.
Love,
Lana
Too bad those words meant nothing as she lay nearly lifeless on the ground in a puddle of her blood. Too bad everything I thought I healed in her only worked against me as she lay in that hospital bed. I can’t believe I let her go. I blame myself for giving her the confidence to face hell alone, if I hadn’t she wouldn’t be lying here on a bed, connected to all these machines, with broken bones and bruises marring her beautiful skin.
Tonight, she gave me herself all while I lost her again.
Present
“Do you regret it, Lana?” She turns in my arms, both of us seeming to find the present again. Going back to that night, even the good parts, still weighs heavy on us both.