Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my firm ass and she thrusts up, trying to get me to start. I bring my head up, meeting her gaze. With slow movements, I pump into her while she sucks me in, her greedy pussy hungry for more.

“What are you going to do for me? What do I get for buying my Queen her castle.” I whisper into the air, my thrust becoming more pronounced.

“Shit, uh! What do you want, baby, I’ll do anything.” She bites her sexy plump lip. Lana looks exotic, you would think she was with her tan skin, so damn warm, her plump pink lips, pouting out, her eyes like honey.

I know exactly what I want.

“Suck my cock.”

I pump harder, so close to getting her off again. Balancing my weight on one arm, I find the vibrator and place it on her clit between us. Within seconds I have her coming around my cock again.

Her neck turns beet red as she comes down from her high. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breathing not steadying out for a few moments.

“I need a release, baby,” I say on a strained cry, her pussy clenching on my rock hard cock. It’s painful, how bad I need to come.

“Stand up, I will make you come, handsome.” I leave the bed so damn fast, dropping my sweats the rest of the way. Standing in front of her body, she perches herself on all fours bringing her tongue to the tip of my cock. Holy fucking shit.

“Damn, baby.”

“Mmmm,” she moans, shaking her juicy little ass in the air to tempt me. It works. Leaning down I place my hand on her shoulder, then drag it down the curve of her spine over the smooth skin till my hand reaches her ass. I grip it, squeezing it hard.

The teasing is too much, I need to come. “Lana, don’t tease anymore, suck my cock and make me come.” She giggles, kissing the tip before scooting to the edge of the bed, her tip toes touching the wood floor, her hands reaching around to grip my ass. I watch the scene unfold, unable to do anything but gawk like a madman.

“Ready to come all over me, baby?” Her question has me coughing on a fucking choke.

“Wh..what?” I stutter, fully aware of what she said, just not sure if I’m wound so tight that I’m hearing things.

“I want you to come all over my tits.” Mother of all that’s holy, there it is, a man’s dream. I want to come all over her tits, it’s fucking sexy to know that the same come that got her pregnant is going to mark her tan soft skin. Taking me halfway in her warm mouth in one swallow, I almost lose my self instantly.

“Fuck. Babe.” I throw my head back and start moaning, not even fazed that her fucking parents are down the hall.

She swirls her tongue every time she takes me in deeper, testing her reflex just to please me. I’m a thick long man, I don’t doubt this is hard for her tiny mouth, but she does it to please me and that knowledge is almost better than the sensation of her mouth on my cock.

“I’m gonna come, fuhhh,” I trail off and start thrusting my hips, making love to her mouth with my hands gripping her hair. Her hands tighten on my ass at the same time her lips do.

“Give me your tits, I’m gonna come, Lana!” She releases me from her mouth and cups my balls and I start jerking myself off. Within three pumps I’m spasming, my abs tightening, my balls drawing up and my come hitting her face and tits. I watch myself empty onto her beautiful skin, my lip between my teeth.

Her eyes stay focused on me.

“Don’t move, beautiful, let me get you a wash cloth.” Leaning down, I bring my lips to hers, giving her a quick kiss, our lips moving against each other’s with an easy care.

“Tell me you love me, again,” Lana says when we finally part.

“I love you, forever, baby.” We eye each other for a moment and when we both take what we need from those words and this one look, I leave her to help clean her up. Today was perfect, so damn perfect.

“Daddy, can you grab the mail? I need to change my address!” I shout over my shoulder as I pack my final box from the apartment. We came here to collect all the items Kingston and Trey left behind.

I’m sitting in the middle of my old bedroom, looking toward the floor to ceiling windows. Memories come flooding back in and I smile. That window overlooks the city that changed my life. The city that became my home when I felt homeless inside. The lights brightening my dull, lifeless soul. The city that held Kingston and me together when we nearly fell apart.

The room where Kings and I made love so many times while our hearts broke to be together. The room where we screamed, laughed, played, and fought. This room is where I knew I couldn’t deny Kingston anymore, this is the room where our son was conceived. Our home will have new memories, but this apartment will hold the makings of what made us who we are.

I’m pulled from my lingering memories when I feel a sharp pain in my side, followed by what feels like a contraction. I drop the pillow in my hand in the box and I grip my side. Taking a deep breath, I wait for it to pass. I’ve been having these Braxton Hicks type of contractions since late last night. When we went to the doctor this morning he told me its natural this close to birth, four weeks to be exact.

This one however hurts more than before, I almost lose my footing, the pain is that palpable. I do my breathing exercises until it passes. Once it does I take a deep breath and blink a couple times. Readjusting myself, I get back to packing, still feeling a bit off, but able to function.

“Baby...” Kingston announces himself a few moments later. Turning with a smile, I see him and my parents standing in the doorway with mixed facial expressions. Kingston looks pissed, my dad worried and my mama mortified, like she’s seen a ghost.

“Guys? What’s wrong?” I look down and all around me, checking myself out, seeing if there is something wrong with me. Kingston coughs and looks up from the paper in his hand to me, his green eyes turning a shade darker. What is in his hand? Walking toward him, I reach for the letter.