Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

She nods, clumsily climbing out of her Jeep and stumbling to the door. Oh yeah, I’m gonna beat that shit up, take that body in ways she never knew I could. I watch her juicy ass bounce with her steps as she looks at me over her shoulder once more before disappearing behind the door.

When she’s out of sight, I hurry and grab some baby wipes and clean my shit up, laughing at the idea that I’m cleaning my cock with something out of my son’s diaper bag. Tucking my shit back in my jeans, I hurry inside, eager to go again. I pass Trey playing the drums in the booth, recoding random beats, and he doesn’t even notice me passing him.

Walking into my office, I’m welcomed with gold.

“Like what you see?” There on my desk with her legs spread and her upper body leaning back on her elbows, Lana sits completely naked, her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal.

Which will only benefit us both, because I’m horny, painfully erect, and ready to blow load after load with each painful thrust into her body.

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby.”

She nods, giggling, her supple breasts vibrating with the motion. “Why don’t you fuck me then, give me what I know we both need.”

I don’t take my eyes off her as I stand in front of her canvased body. Removing my zip-up hoodie, then unbuttoning my flannel shirt, I expose my hard, defined chest and abs. Her eyes play starved and eat me up, looking me up and down. Pulling out my cock, I leave my pants and snapback on.

“You want me to fuck your tight little pussy? Give you some of my monster cock to make you cream all over me, baby?” The dirty talk comes back naturally and she accepts it, spoiling me with affection today.

“I want you to release everything you’ve wanted to do to me the past few months. Fuck me like a whore, Kingston.”

Holy mother of shit. Did she just say that? Lana has a hard limit against demeaning names. “Dirty girl” sometimes pushes her over the edge, so “whore” never seemed to be in the playbook of words we could use in the bedroom.

“Lana?” I question, tilting my head and looking at her, running my hands up her calves then down her thighs and settling on her hips. I pull her to the edge of my desk, right against me.

“What?” She chuckles, attempting to reach between us to stroke me.

“No, baby. Stop.” I grab her hands and place them on my hips, stopping her. I may be horny and desperate, but I know when she’s up to something.

She tries one more time, but I tighten my grip, and finally the sassy little smirk she is wearing fades into a frown. “What, Kings? Don’t you want to play dirty?”

“I do, but I don’t want to trigger you when you’re just starting to come back to me. What are you up to, Lana?” I call her out.

“Nothing, I’m trying to make love to you, Kings.” As she hangs her head, I choose to stay silent. She’s gonna do it—she’s going to tell me. “I want you to hurt me.”

There it is.

“You want me to hurt you? What is going on, Lana?” I tuck myself back in my jeans and pull her flush against me, once more.

“I’ve been awful to you and I want to keep you. I want you to punish me.”

“Lana, I’m not gonna punish you for what we went through.” I shake my head and kiss her forehead. I was planning to punish her for it, but not like that—not with fucking abuse.

“Why? Don’t you want to? You were so cold to me this past month, so mad. Don’t you think I deserve it?” she questions, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“No. I will never hurt you. Ever. Don’t ever ask me to either.”

“You left. You promised you never would, and you left me.” She slams against my chest with the side of her closed fist. I watch her tears fall and I shake my head. I knew it was too good to be true. Four therapy session can’t fix us; we have a while to go.

“I’m coming home, but Lana, I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself in order to keep me.”

“I know, but I just miss you and I want to make up for everything.”

“Then let me make love to you. Let’s make up all night—softly, like us.”

“Don’t you want dirty?”

“Baby, I will take you any way I can get you, but we need to rebuild us first.” I kiss her forehead again and for a few long minutes, I rock her in my arms until her body settles and the shivers subside.

My lips meet hers first, owning her like they have wanted to for months. We kiss for a few minutes, alternating between soft little touches to full-on hands anywhere we can get them.