Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

“Maybe we should take this slo

w...real slow.” I pull away, controlling my heavy breathing, my erection straining so hard against my zipper that it might just fucking burst open.

“What?” she whimpers, and I reluctantly pull away from her, kicking my own ass.

“I want to make love to you in our bed, in our home, for the first time in months. Let’s make it special.” The amount of restraint I’m giving is enough to part the Red Sea. I’m bursting at the seams to go with my cock and not my heart, but I’m just now getting her back, she isn’t completely mine again. Taking it slow is something I need to learn to do in order to keep her comfortable.

“Kings, please, I need you now. Don’t do this to me,” She begs, my heart crushing under the weight of her pain. Grabbing her shirt, she tries to cover herself as she grows emotional.

“Baby, don’t do what? Why are you crying?”

“Kingston, for months you’ve looked through me. You stopped looking at me when I pushed you away. I’ve been without your touch for so long I’m scared I’ve forgotten how your hands on me feel.” Dropping her head to my chest, her tears seep into my skin.

“Hey, I’ve never stopped looking at you—ever, Lana. But here in my office, on a desk? Baby, I just got you back,” I remind her again, going through the motions.

“I’m not opposed to begging, Kings. I need you that much.” Standing with tears still falling and a soft sniffle, she closes the small space between us. She looks damaged, raw—so beautifully broken, yet on the cusp of repair. Torn between my heart and the need to give her some sense of sanity, I have a split second to make a decision.

Make her wait for the greatest love we have ever made, or give her hard and fast without anything but the promise of chasing our desire? Touching my chest with her cool, frail fingers, she peeks up at me, and every inch of her face is doused in fear, dripping with the pain of rejection. I decide then and there, I will give Lana James both. She needs me. No matter the way she gets it, she needs me.

“This wont be what you need, but it will feed it. Tonight, I will make sure you get your hunger satisfied. But Lana, never doubt my desire for you. I will never look through you. I’m always looking at you.”

“Don’t say anything else. Just make me feel you again.”

I obey her command without a second longer. Grabbing her hips, I lift her effortlessly, the frailness in her small structure evident as I move us to the couch. The last time we made love on this sofa, the heat between us was scorching and our sensibility completely absent. Asking her to marry me as she bore down on my cock, her senses flooded with a numbing orgasm, was the last thing we did here. I grow homesick for her even more so now, becoming needy for some nostalgia.

As I set her on the couch, Lana stares at me, watching me with a fever as the sensual aura grows thick around us. Dropping to my knees, I roughly grab hold of her knees and spread them apart far enough to accommodate my shoulders.

“Daddy is fucking hungry. Keep it down, baby, or I will stop.” With that, I shut her up before she can protest, licking my tongue up the center of her slightly parted slit.

“Ahh! Oh my God!” she screams, and I pull away.

“Baby,” I growl, “you have to be quiet or I’ll stop. I’m not going to let Trey hear your moans. Those are mine.” She nods, biting her lip. “Say it, then.”

Her eyes hood and she takes deep breaths, her hands flat against the leather couch. “My moans are yours—only yours. Now please me, my king.”

“That’s a good girl.” Dropping my head again, I repeat the movement I just made seconds ago, dragging my tongue up her swollen lips and nipping the top center before doing it again. Ready for more of her taste, I peer up at her. Her head’s thrown back and her small fingers claw at the leather of the couch as she chokes on her moans, knowing I’ll stop if she doesn’t.

The trail my hands make up and over her knees and along her thighs has her skin coating in a thousand raised bumps of arousal.

“Kings, please,” She says just above a whisper, and I smirk, moving my mouth as my fingers meet her pussy, spreading her tight lips and exposing her swollen clit and wet, tight hole.

“Fuck. Look at that pretty little pussy. My poor girl.” She drops her head, questioning me with her eyes. “I’m gonna fill you and stretch you so fucking far you’ll feel my cock-print for weeks. Give me some little orgasms so it wont hurt so bad, baby.”

I watch her fight a scream and then it happens. Unable to believe it, I watch her core clench, her pussy throbbing as she releases her juices. She fucking came. Without my tongue, just my words. Holy fucking shit.

“Damn, baby.” I appreciate her. She cries out, breathing heavily and trying to hide her little moans, and the control I possess over her right now is astonishing. Making her come with my words, keeping her silent on my command so Trey can’t hear us, is fucking intoxicating. After months, she is weakened enough to break down barriers and let me relinquish some control over her body, over her mind, over her.

“One is enough,” I snap, losing the battle against my own restraint. Quickly, I move her, laying her out underneath me. I whip my cock from unzipped jeans again and, without warning, I toss her legs over my shoulders and slam into her. Holy fuck! Tight, warm, and so fucking good. Lana sucks in my cock with her greedy pussy and I start to pound her mercilessly. One hand on the armrest above her head, I use my other to pinch her rosy nipple between my thumb and pointer finger. The sight is vicious-looking with my large, rough, calloused hand and her little nipple being pulled and pinched.

“Ah!” she squeaks when I hit her deep, the head of my cock ramming her cervix violently.

“You’re such a good queen, letting the king have his prized pussy. Taking all of me when you can barely fit me. God, you turn me on. You fucking cripple me, baby.” I pound crudely with all my words. Her free tit bounces lightly. I love how small she is, how dainty she is against my brute frame. Like a beast and his lady.

“You feel so good, Kingston. Fuck me harder,” She cries, and no longer do I care if anyone hears. Let them hear me reclaiming my woman. Let them hear me make her come on my cock while I flood her womb with my seed.

Sitting back, I keep fucking her with less force, only slipping from her as I flip her over faster than she can blink. Grabbing her hips, I pull her ass up and make sure her knees are together so she is even tighter. Leaning back more, I line my hard, red cock up with her and slide in.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” I groan. I never want anything else. Never in a million years could I tire from Lana or her sex. I hope I never have to walk away, that she truly is ready to get better, because this right here is something I can never give up. I would sacrifice me before I ever sacrifice her.