Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

I see the fear rise in Lana, feel it against her cold, stiff frame.

“Now, that is nothing to stop you from doing this, if it’s what you truly want. We can make sure to manage it and help you through it, but remember, that isn’t always the case. Not every woman and case is the same. So, let’s keep up with these sessions, and if you are to become pregnant, we will make sure we monitor it. Sound fair?”

Running my warm palm up and down her arm, I try to encourage her not to worry past what’s normal.

“Yeah, you’re right.” She smirks, and her little dimples call to me.

Without a care, I lean in and whisper, “That’s my queen.” Nipping at her dimple, she giggles and blushes, but I don’t give two shits. I love her, and once again, the way she willingly laid herself out there to get better for herself and our family is single-handedly the most profound act of real love I have ever witnessed, and that love is all fucking mine.

“You nut job. Stop.” Her thin fingers splay on my neck, and she pushes with little effort. I laugh, giving her cheek one more kiss before refocusing my attention back on the session.

We carry on for what feels like hours as I anticipate her taking the pregnancy test. I want to know if Lana is, in fact, pregnant again.

“How the fuck did you do this alone the first time, Mama?” I pace outside the open bathroom door, watching Lana take the third pee test. We haven’t looked at the other ones, and I swear I am bursting at the seams and about two seconds away from grabbing them and saying fuck it.

“I was terrified,” she admits, finishing up, and as she pulls up her skinny jeans, I am on her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her little figure up against my front and bury my head in the crook of her neck. Taking in her scent, my eyes stay focused on the test. She put them upside down, and the suspense is enough to end me.

“I’m here now, my queen, and you don’t need to be afraid. God, I hope you’re pregnant,” I whisper against her neck. “I want this so fucking bad.” Her body relaxes, and I feel her cheek lift with her smile against my face.

“Me too. Despite the fact we are practically mental, I really want this.”

“We are mental. Has it been three minutes?”

She chuckles, scratching her nails gently up and down my arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in her wake. Fuck, she’s got me amped up and ready to mate.

“No, Daddy, we still have a two m

inutes.”

I need something to do to calm my nervous energy or release it, and with that, a new idea sparks.

“Oh yeah?” Leaving one arm around her small waist, my other hand makes a trail down her tiny stomach, finding the button of her jeans and releasing it. When it snaps open, her breath hitches and my hands slide under the flimsy lacy material of her thong as my large fingers slide between her swollen pussy lips. Fuck, she’s already aroused. “What will we do with that extra two minutes?”

Bringing her hand up, she finds my snapback and throws it to the ground with a whimper. My finger slides knuckles deep into her pretty pussy.

“Uh! Shit.” She grips my hair and tosses her head back. I watch her in the mirror, taking my pleasure and running away with it. I find her G-spot and rub that shit like it will grant me three fucking wishes. Her legs give out, and my arm around her waist bands tighter, keeping her above water.

“Yeah, you like that. Tell me how much you like that. Watch me in the mirror, baby,” I growl, biting her ear and watching her head snap forward as her gaze locks on mine in the reflection of the mirror.

“I love it. God, this feels amazing. Like the first time you ever did this to me.” Her lacy bralette does nothing to hide her rosy nipples as they peak, straining against the silk of her tank top.

“Yeah, I remember that shit. My little queen rode her king’s fingers in his car. You remember the way it felt when I made you come? When you gushed on my fingers? Fuck, you’re still so tight and so damn sexy.” I push my cock into her back, trying to get a release.

“You’re hurting me, Kings,” she cries, and I all but pull away from her, stopping my movement.

“Fuck, you okay, angel?”

“No! Don’t stop! Fuck!” She grabs my wrist and pushes it down, starting back up my movement. I have no idea what I was doing to hurt her.

“What did you mean, baby? Is this hurting you?”

“No, you turn me on like no other. Look at us. Look at the image of us. I’m so small, and you are my beast, eating me alive. I’m fragile and delicate, and you have the power to break me, and that hurts me, because I want you so bad.”

I watch us, and trust me, I know what she means, because I see it everyday. She’s my fucking girl, so delicate and breakable, and I am the alpha, towering over her, ready to take her and own her every damn second of the fucking day.

“Take me, please. Fuck me hard and show me who I belong to!” she cries, circling her hips and watching me with her jaw unhinged.

“Anything for my queen.” With that, I don’t plan to be a lover. I plan to be the alpha and fuck her just like she’s asking her keeper to. Hard and so damn rude. “You don’t take your eyes off me, got it?” She nods, crying out as I bend her over our double sink vanity. “Lift your tops and show me those little tits, baby.”