Forever the One

by C C Monroe

  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.

  “What is it?” I grab it and my eyes find the black ink. They stay silent and now I see why, the letter is from the state of Utah. I know what it is, my eyes scan over Joel’s name ten times.

  “Is this what I think it is?” I finally choke out.

  “Yes, baby. It is,” Kingston answers, keeping a close eye on my reaction. I don’t know if I should run and hide or read the words presently inked onto this cream paper. I feel my heart racing and my eyes welling with tears. I can’t feel my legs as they grow weak.

  I look to my family and Kingston, begging for them to tell me this isn’t real, that I’m not really here in this alternate universe. When I see they can’t, I force myself to read it, to read the words that are most likely going to destroy me.

  October 17th, 2016

  Attn: Lana James

  555 South Seattle Drive

  Seattle, WA 55519

  Ms. Lana James,

  Inmate 2716, Joel Carrel, has been released from the Utah State Prison six months early, on counts of good behavior.

  We are writing you to inform you that there is a no contact order still in place and if violated, we ask that you call your local police.

  In closing, please refrain from any contact on your end with Joel Carrel.

  Thank you for your time.

  John Jenson,

  The State of Utah

  The room starts spinning and I reread the first line again. He’s been released? The man who nearly ended me, the one who broke me into nothing for years is free to roam the streets. Free to come after me, after Kingston, after our...baby.

  I grab my stomach, those painful contractions coming back full force, making my knees buckle. I start to lose the floor underneath me, my vision tunneling and my mind going blank. I can feel my heart beat in my throat, my every hair standing on edge.

  I feel hands reaching out to grab me and before I succumb to the darkness, I see Kingston’s face and it feels like the world we worked so hard to have together is being sucked into a deadly black hole. I want to scream, but like a nightmare, I am mute and I’m running with all my might from the face of evil, but I’m getting nowhere.

  Joel is free and suddenly I feel like I’m in captivity again. The monster is still here, ever more so.

  Blackness.

  TO BE CONTINUED...

  Toddy —

  Forever you, forever me, forever ours.

  Lashelle —

  You’re my ultimate fall, thank you for letting Lana release everything she ever felt, on you. You listened to all the ways she broke, you were her Shayla both in real life and in the book. You are her ultimate fall.

  Carmen —

  Kingston can never love anyone the way he loves you, his sassy queen. No but really you, Brooks, an
d the kids mean the world to me and I thank you for answering every call and letting me be blessed enough to be in your life.

  Jenny —

  This journey brought me you, a life long friend and I can never imagine a world where we aren't shit talkers and best friends! Don't forget how beautiful and important you are in my life!

  Heather A —

  Phew, this year…man this year with you has been a blast! I have grown so much as a person because of the faith you have in me. You have been through hell and yet you are the strongest mama and lady I know. Your infectious personality makes this world beautiful.

  Kayla “My Robichaux” Ho‘E’ —

  My snapchat queen became one of my best friends. I love how much I can fucking trust you. You just get me, every fucking day, you get me. I love our bath time FaceTime calls. Because that’s what life’s about.

  Sasha “My Bruhummmmahhh” Brummer —

  Simply said you are my sister. You came into my life when I needed you most. You gave me faith in who I was and taught me to live fearlessly. I look up to the person you are and I wish I could be as amazing of a human as you are.

  Stephanie St. Klaire —

  Thank you for being such a trooper and listening to all my plots and staying on all my three hour FaceTime calls. I mean, thats real right there! I cant wait for our friendship to grow! Here is to the secrets we have to keep for just a little longer!

  My BETAS —

  Heather, Laura, Jenny, Carmen, Lashelle, Stacy, and Camille, you girls are my heroes, I look up to you. From your courageousness all the way to you loving the show, Friends. You have been with me through thick and thin and I thank you so much for that. Never forget how much your effort, time, and love has made this story what it is! I love you so much!

  Virginia —

  Thank you for keeping Kings in your basement and taking a chance on a newbie like me. You are the best of the best. Love, light, and positivity.

  Jules —

  Fuck you and your fucking awesomeness. Once again you knocked this shit out of the fucking park! Thank you for helping my scattered brain calm the fuck down! I love you.

  Honeys —

  Real. True. My everything.

  To my readers —

  I would be nothing without your love, support, stalking and pimping! You are the reason I can continue to give you these stories, you are the reason my characters see light! I love you! So much!

  Mom and Dad —

  This year was not easy for you two, but you never once let me feel alone or scared. Even in tragedy you helped me prevail and you pushed my dreams even when yours seemed to be fading. You found your light again and you found it in your pride for me and sissy. I love you for being selfless from the moment I was born.

  Lana and Kingston —

  You deserve this book. Your story is not over yet, but the start of it has crushed me, filled me with light and hope, and given me purpose to keep writing. You give me hope, you gave me hope and you restored my faith in love prevailing after darkness. Oh and Justin Charles Reed, thank you for existing.

  Author CC Monroe is from the hottest city in the world, Phoenix, Arizona. She spends her days working in fashion and her nights with her face in her laptop telling the stories of the voices in her mind. She left Arizona a few years back and now lives in the beautiful snow state of Utah, where she married her true love!

  When she isn’t writing or working, she is making people laugh with her mad sense of humor and tip of the tongue one liners.

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