Forever Us

by C C Monroe

  With one last thing to do, she removes her hair from its tie and it tumbles down and around her face, almost falling to perfection as if she styled it for hours. I choose not to move or make contact, knowing my hands need to come last before they get lost and find no return.

  “You are stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. I swear you are everything and the only thing my soul talks about, Lana.” Instantly, the owner becomes the owned with those small words. I physically see her shutter and hear her voice hitch, with a small hint of glassy eyes. My words have penetrated her.

  “You have everything inside you that’s all I need—that I want. Such a sweet smile, and that head of yours, God, it’s filled with so much knowledge and power. Then your body, it’s sculpted by the hands of gods, I swear. I swear it is.” With the praise, her body erupts in little goose bumps, her teeth catching that pink lip like it was hungry, and those fucking soulful brown orbs hypnotize me, and I crumble at her feet, now ready to give her my touch.

  “Let me kiss you from head to toe, and then when I’m done, I’m going to get inside you, so fucking deep you’re going to feel me in your fucking bloodstream.” Throwing her down on the bed and bringing her leg to my shoulder, I nip her ankle, travel higher and nip that tiny fucking calf, so sweet and tender, small and mine, just like the rest of her body.

  Lana James is and will always be mine, and time could never change that. Time can only further prove that.

  Whimpering, she shivers when my mouth reaches the apex of her thighs, touching the soft skin of her freshly waxed pussy. I like how my monthly spa day present for her gets me the sweet gift of smooth skin.

  “Oh,” falls past her lips, and her hands grip my hair as my tongue licks lightly almost without pressure, but just a soft interlude of what’s to come. “You’re teasing me.”

  “No, I’m taking my time. If I wanted to tease, I’d hold off your orgasm right as you’re about to combust.”

  Her aroused giggle echoes against the walls of our bedroom. I stand back and take a second to admire the way the bed forms around the curves of her petite frame. Generous in all her womanly gifts, she is the perfect embodiment of what was made just for me.

  “How do you want it, Lana?”

  “Any way you want to. Do everything to me and more.”

  I’m positive I know exactly what she’s saying. She wants to give me herself completely, fucking her ass like I’ve been waiting all but patiently to do. Holy fuck me sideways.

  “You sure you can handle me like that?”

  “I bet it will hurt, but you can be really, really good to me, and I can be really bad for you.” She turns, gaining position on all fours, waving that ass around and offering it like candy on a platter. I growl, dropping my gym shorts and gripping my hard cock with nearly an iron fist. Even then, it still isn’t as tight as her.

  “Look back at me and finger yourself, baby,” I demand, stroking my cock with one hand and letting my other graze over the smooth skin of her round ass.

  “What if I don’t want to? What if I want you to just fuck me already, Kingston?” Sitting up with her back to me, she sets her ass against her feet and gives me a devilish grin, a temptress in goddess skin. How can I resist her words and body like that? Making my move, I end our foreplay and make real contact. Bending forward, I bring my lips to the deep dimples of her back, just above her ass, the place where men lose their willpower.

  Lana stays still, but I feel the vibration under her flesh. Beyond the point of arousal, she can’t even control her body. I do that to her; I control her body down to its nerve endings, and that in turn controls each action I do, wanting to make sure she gets everything she never even imagined she could.

  “Turn over, my queen.” I nip her shoulder with my command, my hand gripping her waist. With a shudder and slow movements, she does as I say, flipping over and lying flat as my palm splays between her breasts and guides her back.

  One thing I love about Lana is she is always ready to go, giving me full control in the bedroom and matching my lust for her. I’m all in when we make love. I’m no longer the gentleman, but more so the warden, owning her in any way I can and unleashing my dominant power against her tiny, womanly body.

  How small she is compared to me is almost violent looking. If Lana were standing in front of me, you wouldn’t be able to see an inch of her from behind me. I tower over her, and my sides are far wider than she is—I swear I could swallow her whole.

  She peers up at me as my hands descend on her soft hips, kneading the skin under me. She admires me with a look, eating me alive with a smoldering glance of desire.

  “What are you thinking?” I question, pulling her toward me by her hips and hitting the tip of my cock against her wet clit. She cries out and her toes curl beside my knees, causing a cocky smirk to light up my face.

  “How big you are, how strong and manly you are.”

  “Yeah?” I keep watching her while my hips circle, my cock lazily moving all around her sensitive pussy, priming her for all the shit I plan to do to her tonight.

  “Mmhm. You make me crazy.”

  I circle her entrance with my cock and tease an inch in, pressing her to continue. “I make you crazy? You have no fucking idea what crazy is until you have spent a day in my head when it’s consumed by you,” I growl, slamming into her without warning. Lana makes me insane with primal need. She awakens a beast inside me that I can’t stop once he is fed by her. It’s sick and probably unhealthy, but there isn’t a cure out there that I want to find me.

  “Fuck! Kingston! Ahh!” she screams, nearly choking on her next breath as her pussy squeezes around me, trying hard to adjust to my large cock. Nearly losing myself with her, I mentally talk myself down, battling the war of waiting versus instant gratification.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I praise, slowly finding a reasonable pace to keep me lasting longer. I know she wants to come, because Lana has never been patient in the bedroom or able to hold off, but I plan to make tonight last, so she better get ready.

  “Really? You aren’t going to make me—ohhh—you aren’t going to make me wait, are you?” She sees my approach, feels it in each slow and patient thrust.

  “Yeah, baby, I am, so lay back and enjoy every little thing I do to your body.”

  “Is that a promise or a threat?” she giggles, biting her lip and baiting me.

  “Depends on how hard you want it.”

  She gasps as I pound into her, my balls slapping her ass. “Fuck! Kingston, stop doing that to me!” she cries, trying to crawl away from me, wanting to gain control of the situation. I almost don’t let her, but decide to give in; that way, I can watch her lose herself.

  “Why don’t you stop me then?”

  A flip switches and she gains control as I let her, playing weak as she spins us so she’s on top. Reaching up as she impales herself on my cock, I grab her breasts and bruise them, liking her wild side. Leaning back, she grabs my thighs and starts fucking me with ambition, like she was paid for it. I see everything, the hair falling down her back, thick and long like I like it, a dark halo of sin. Her tight stomach, still not showing evidence of her pregnancy, stretches as she arches her back. But the best sight is her pained face, taking my monster cock inside her tight heat. Looking down, I watch myself slide in and out, perfectly yet violently, as she tries her best to accommodate my size.

  “Oh, fuck yeah. Goddamn it, baby.” I pinch her nipples quickly then move my hands down to her ribs, pinching the tight skin, watching it strain and bounce back. I’m fully aware of every inch of her body and how it will react to my touch.

  “Scream. Let it go, baby.” I know she’s holding back, still used to having Princeton in the house, but tonight we are kid free, and everything I’m going to do to her will destroy her inside out if she doesn’t let go and let herself be the minx I’ve always had writhing under me.

  “Uhh, uh, uh!” Just like a porn star. I swear I would call any other girl’s bluff if she sounded like t
hat, all high-pitched and breathy, but this is Lana. Her soft, raspy voice screams out in pleasure as she takes all of me with a wickedly dangerous passion.

  “What do you want from me?” I ask, growling in an attempt to not lose my shit this early in the game.

  “Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like you love me. Fuck me like I’m the end of you!” she cries, and I see stars, hear angels singing as she unlocks the gate to hell, and my inner devil comes ready to claim his bad little nymph.

  Tonight was supposed to be all sweet and soft, but like always, she lights the fuse and fireworks ignite when she gets me inside.

  “You are the end of me. You fucking kill me. Stand up,” I demand, and she slows her thrusts, crying and begging with her eyes to not stop what we’re doing. But it will do nothing. I have plans before I give her gentle. She will have her Viking first; the king will have to wait to worship his queen.

  “Please, baby, don’t stop.”

  “Stand up now, Lana.”

  With a whimper, she releases me and stands on shaky legs at the foot of the bed as I practically leap from the mattress before she even has time to focus. “What now?”

  “Bend over the arm of the couch and put your hands in front of you. Don’t fucking move, and don’t you dare shake that ass at me.”

  “But you like it,” she teases, biting her lip and sauntering over. Her skin is still red in all the places my hands touched and bruised.

  “Now.” I am not in the mood for funny. I’m in the mood for straight fucking. I want the dirty and raw, nasty and bare.

  “Yes, baby.”

  I bore holes into her with my penetrating gaze as my arms stiffen at my sides and my hands clench at my hips, my blood pumping with vengeance as the veins in my arms and lower hips flare and bulge. Her pussy glistens, and I get a full view at the swollen flesh as she bends over the couch. I nearly howl at the image. I make her stay there in anticipation, expecting my touch but never getting it.

  I finally move to get what I need. Walking to my nightstand, I pull out some lube, and with the sound of my drawer opening, she lifts and turns, knowing exactly what I’m getting.

  “Kingston—”

  “I told you to stay put and you didn’t listen. Bend over and don’t move.”

  She gulps and her eyes begin to water. Instantly, she recoils, covering her body and shaking in obvious fear. I drop the bottle on the bed and snap back into Kingston, her protector.

  “Breathe, baby.” I react fast, pulling her against my hot skin, bringing her shivering body warmth.

  “I’m sorry. It just got to be too much. God, I’m really sorry, Kingston. I thought I was ready.” Hanging her head in shame, she lays her forehead against my chest and begins to sob. We were so fucking close. So close.

  “Don’t say sorry, Lana. You did so good. You were close. One day at a time.”

  Her head rolls against my chest and she shouts, “No! I’m tired of feeling defenseless, like he is still in control!”

  “Shh, Lana, relax.” Her crying is too intense. It’s causing her body to shake uncontrollably. “Count to three with me. Ready?”

  She nods, sucking in hiccuping breaths.

  “One. Two. Three.” We both breathe through it, and I wipe the fast falling tears.

  We stay silent for long moments, me coming down from my high as she tries to regain stable breathing.

  “Slow? Can I show you what you need?” I ask.

  She nods, wiping away the rest of the mascara lines. “Please. I feel him,” she admits to me, and I roar with jealousy inside. She’s thinking about him while we’re fucking. But, I keep quiet, swallowing it down, because that is part of being with Lana. I have to accept her healing and drag along in pain as she tries to overcome her past.

  “Come here, relax, and take a deep breath.” I pull her into my lap, helping her straddle my hips as I take a seat on the bed. The tears are still falling, but she sniffles and focuses on my cock, slowly sliding down and taking me in. Closing my eyes, the sensation ripples through me, almost too much to handle. The quiver in her breath sounds loud in the quiet room. The air stops around us, deafening us to all the sounds except our matching breath of completion.

  “It’s us,” I groan, opening my eyes and tilting my head up to bite her dimpled cheek. “Only us. Shut it all out and feel the steady safety,” I whisper, grasping her hips with gentle force. Lifting her up and down ever so slowly in order to keep her comfortable, she nods, grabbing the hair at the back of neck, never breaking eye contact.

  We don’t speak; we leave the noise to our heavy breathing and her soft whimpers. Bringing her forehead to mine, I let her feel me out, moving her hands over the hard edges of my defined shoulders and smelling my alpha scent around her. Lana searches for me in her darkest hours, and this moment is no different.

  “If I could, I would steal those memories from you, wash those scars from your body,” I whisper.

  “I want you to.” She isn’t ashamed to be selfish and speak truthfully. If Lana could, she would lay her burdens on me in order to feel free from her chains. Because my shoulders have grown strong after years of being weighed down by her constant reaction to run when we need each other most, or when she tied her heavy memories to my feet and let me drown. I have become her wall of solace after years of tumbling then rebuilding, and now I’m indestructible.

  “You and our children...” I place my hand between our writhing bodies and make contact with her stomach. Peering up, she hangs on all my words, looking between us. “...are my life, and I’ll protect my life with everything I have. I will always be your king, fighting all the dangers that threaten to destroy my kingdom.” I refer to her and our children as my kingdom, my treasure, my most valuable gift from God.

  Her legs grow tired from her knees doing most the work. We still sit on the edge of bed, and once my words completely cripple her, I get the green light to overpower her.

  Lifting from the bed, she bares down, nearly fucking snapping my cock off—fucking tight little minx. Turning, I bend and lay her down gently then come to my full height, spreading my feet shoulder-width apart to have complete control and stability as I get ready to pound into her.

  Those tan tits lay delicate and supple on her chest, just the right size for my entire fucking mouth. I take one at a time, my other hand massaging the neglected one. She tastes like her, like cherry body wash and a splash of linen—the smell of fresh and pure, tempting and ripe, all combined into perfect, smooth inches of flesh.

  My tongue reaches her scar, and I do what I always have and kiss the skin, suckling at her marred flesh like I can fix it. I wish I could, but no matter how hard I try, I think that place and a small part in her memory will never belong to me fully. Those places will forever be owned by Joel, and the knowledge of this is deafening and nearly unendurable. That’s the one place she has banished her alpha, and the Kingston I am—the one I will always be—hates that I may never fully own Lana as much as she owns me.

  Without any more words, no hushed whispers of promised ecstasy, I slowly enter her. My hard cock stiff and visceral-looking, and her tight heat torn in two with the vicious invasion, she fucking whimpers as if I wounded her at the same time I drugged her to be numb.

  “You’re there. It’s you,” she cries as I drag in and out lazily, my palms flat against her thighs for support.

  “What?” I question, entranced by her, watching her eyes shut tight and her brows draw together in pleasurable pain as her lips form an O.

  “You’re in my blood, in my soul, my king.”

  Opening her eyes, we lock in a gaze. Her lip splitting from the hard bite of her teeth, her tits jostle lightly, and my cock feels it all. Her tightening down on me as she forgets Joel for a split second, just like every time we have made love over the years, I own all of her temporarily as I get inside her fucking physically. But not just the physical owns her. I’m penetrating her mind, stroking her heart with my desire for her, and licking her soul in lust.
This is us, and this is where I know I was made to survive only under the ownership of Lana.

  God, or whoever is out there, made me for the sole purpose of belonging to the dainty vixen half my size but stronger than armies made up of hundreds of me. My blood pumps to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

  Picking up pace, I leave one hand on her thigh as the other travels hastily to her tit, eager to touch her more. Her tight nipple buds, peaking between my fingers as I squeeze with force, call to me.

  “Beautiful.” I keep my head down and look her up and down, watching myself disappear and my abs tightening as I use all my power to drive home with each thrust.

  “Perfect.” Praising her with a moan, I let go of her thigh and bring her bent knees out of position and around my waist. Her hands move up my bulging arms, heavy with thick blood-pumping veins, and finish on my biceps, gripping as much as her small hands can.

  “Promise me something,” I growl, fucking into her harder.

  Her eyes widen and she chokes on her next breath. “Fuck. Uh, what—yes, anything!”

  “Right after our little one is born, promise me you’ll let me get you pregnant again. Give me more. Fuck, Lana, give me so much more and never stop.” I obsess over her, and part of that is knowing she will bare my children whenever I want. That she will help the Viking king build a whole damn village.

  “Anything. I will give you as many as you want, baby!” she cries, chasing her impending orgasm. I feel it coming as she nearly chokes my cock with a tight grip.

  “I want you to always be filled with me, my seed, my child.”

  “God, you’re so bad, so damn sexy.” She loses her cute, innocent act, and right as she is about to come, her dirty side comes out.

  “I am huh? You like it dirty, baby? Be my bad girl and fucking take my monster cock. Come on me, and then you are gonna ride my fucking face and come again until your pussy is raw.”

  “You’re destroying me.” She smirks at the brink.

  “And you’re fucking killing me.” Reaching between us, I pinch her aroused clit and she explodes, screaming out my name. I have to try with all my force to not come in her welcoming orgasm. Heat floods me as her neck darkens in a shade of red. Her whole body erupts in a shiver, passing through her to the point where I feel it. Before she can come down, I pull out fast and maneuver us. I slam her still spasming pussy on my face, and my tongue spreads through her swollen lips. Gripping my hair and pulling, her back arches; the deep curve of her spine against my flat hands feels like it will break if she bends any more.