by C C Monroe
Then again, it hides the scar perfectly and makes it easier for me to hide the secret of how I came to get that scar. I push that night into the back of my mind, not wanting to rehash the worst attack yet.
“One day, I will kiss the scar you have and put me there. So whenever you look at it, you will see me and feel my lips healing the place you once hid from me. Even your scars make you beautiful, my Queen.” I almost tell him how I got the scar, almost confess that it wasn’t from an accident when I was young, but from the man I once believed I loved. But his words consume me, aiding in my silence. I want to feel each and every word, hear every syllable, and plant them deep into my broken heart, that way I never, no matter what the future holds, forget them.
“Kingston, say it again, promise me this won’t ruin what we have.” I only need to hear it one more time, then I can be free.
I have my hands splayed open on his bare chest, my eyes entranced with his, a river of honey meeting green hills. Looking down at me, he kisses me once, like a whisper he says, “Our bond will never be broken, it will become more indestructible.” I flutter my eyes shut and my body relaxes. I’m ready.
Past
If dreams became reality, more often than not, mine has just lived a real life. Under me like a promise of solitude, lays Lana. My best friend, the woman I have never stopped falling for and never will. She looks at me with pleading eyes, begging me to reassure her that this is real, that we will never lose what we have.
“Our bond will never be broken, it will become more indestructible.” Her facial features soften and her legs fall farther open letting me in. I feel my cock touching her soft core, the wet heat making me growl.
“You’re gonna have to relax baby, you’re tight, my fingers barely fit.” I know Joel’s gotta be smaller than average because I swear her body was too tight to have been touched by a real man.
It’s bittersweet to me. I’m bitter that he has touched her at all, but I revel in the fact that she has never been touched the way that I can touch her.
“Okay, be gentle with me.” She leans up and kisses the skin right above my heart and I swear it’s like an electric paddle reviving me, my heart nearly beating straight out of my chest.
“Of course, you tell me if it hurts, beautiful. Talk to me, okay?” She nods and I get into position. Taking one of her hands in mine, I place it above her head, our fingers intertwined, digging into the bed as I put some weight on them. Using my other hand, I wrap it around her tiny knee and bring it up to the side of my chest. Finally I lock eyes on her, my cock nudging at her snug entrance.
“Stay on me, keep your eyes on mine.” She nods rapidly and with one fluid thrust I slide in. She gasps, her mouth wide, her eyes even wider, like she is being split in two and I bite my lip with my groan. She’s tight, so tight I almost lose it when I’m planted deep.
“Ohhh, my God,” she lets out a drawn out higher pitched moan and I feel like I hit the damn lotto. Not only is Lana a sweet, kind, loving woman, she is also the embodiment of what a perfect sex goddess would be. She moans like a god damn porn star, has a body like a real natural woman, and sometimes when Joel doesn’t fucking ruin her over and over again—she is the sassiest smart-ass that I desire the most.
“You...fuck Lana...you’re it for me. I can never have anyone but you again,” I say on a strained moan, throwing my head back when she clenches down on me. I’m still seated deep, trying to adjust to her. I thought she would have to adjust to me, never once did I think it would go both ways.
Her free hand grabs my face again and she leans up the best she can with her hand trapped above her head in mine. I meet her halfway and our lips touch, our tongues hungry and desperate. Our moans mix as one, vibrating against each other as I start to move, drawing in and out slowly, enjoying the skin to skin contact.
Shit! Skin to skin, I didn’t even grab a condom, fuck. I reluctantly pull away and she cries as my hips stop moving.
“What? Baby, what’s wrong?” she asks, lifting her hips up and sliding me in more, before sliding back down. She’s horny and greedy and it’s making me lose all sense.
“Fuck, baby stop, stop, stop,” I say with hurried breath, pulling my cock out.
“What, did I do something wrong? Am I bad at it?” I let go of her hands and she hurries to cover herself and I about rip her hands away.
“Don’t cover yourself. I just need to grab a condom, I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I’m sorry.” I go to get up so I can grab a condom from my night table, but she locks her legs around me holding me in place.
“I don’t want a condom, I want you bare. I want my first time bare to be with you. I’m on the pill,” she says reaching down and grabbing my rock-hard cock in her hand. I shiver when she takes her arousal and rubs my cock in slow motion.
“I’ve never been bare with anyone.” Her eyes sparkle then turn dark. I need to get her off, she’s needy as much as I’m desperate.
Smirking, my lopsided grin not hiding my fucking cocky excitement, I get back into position but this time, I rip the band aid off and I slam into her causing her back to form the deepest arch as it leaves the bed.
I want to rip the fucking material off her small tits so I can wrap my hungry mouth around her nipples, but I know she would end this fucking thing before we both lose it and I ain’t about to lose what we have going.
I thrust deep and hard, watching her close her eyes and grip at her long brown hair as she loses herself. I lean down and my teeth nip at her chin, my grunts and moans of pleasure rushing out across her neck. I love bite on her, careful to not mark her.
“Lana. Lana, oh fuck, Lana,” I say a prayer filled with her name, unable to control myself at this point.
“Make me come. Please make me come. I want to feel you lose yourself in me, Kingston.” Holy fuck, was that dirty talk? Does my girl like dirty talk?
“You like dirty, baby?”
Opening her eyes she catches her lip between her teeth and nods unashamed, her eyes never wavering.
“I want to do fucking terrible things to you, but your tight pussy can’t take it yet. Let me take care of you then I can do all the things you want.” I thrust smoothly with a gentle ease in and out of her, catching the hitch in her breath each time I’m fully seated.
“Baby...” she whines when I slow down, I know she’s close, I can feel her tightening and releasing each time she’s about to come. But I stop before she can.
“I don’t want you to come yet, I don’t want to stop.”
“We don’t have to. I have three more hours with you, we can do it as much as you want Kings.” I hate knowing that after we make love for hours she has to spend one final night with another man. I dread that shit.
Not responding to her, I ignore the thought as best as I can and focus in on my woman losing herself under me, her tight heat begging for me to own it, release all of my fucking seed inside her.
I pick up the pace, her eyes never leaving mine as I connect with her emotionally, physically, verbally. I want to spoil Lana with love, not anything else. She deserves to hear words of adoration while she is being worshipped, fuck—while she is worshipping me. Lana James has given me herself, nothing else in this world is surmountable to this. Being Lana’s tonight, means being hers forever. I will never be able to touch another woman, think of someone else, or even fathom the idea of being anything else but hers.
“I need to lose myself baby, can you handle it a little rougher?” I ask, barely keeping myself afloat with waiting.
She nods, moaning and I don’t bother second guessing it. Leaning back and putting all the weight of my body on my spread knees, I lift her hips with zero effort like she’s a rag doll. Shit, she practically is. Her tiny ribs stick out from all the weight she’s lost, her thighs so small I could probably wrap my hands around them. The first thing I’m doing when we take her away from that monster is getting her to love her body again. To be healthy and fucking be herself again. I want to see the way she laug
hs until all hours of the morning without anything holding her back.
Slamming into her I seat myself for a second as she screams out a strangled, beautiful, fucking reckless cry. When it draws out, I start pounding like a crazy man, my hands locked on her hips, my thumbs running over the bones protruding. God, I want to heal her more than anything.
“Come on my cock, make me fucking yours, Lana.” I strain my neck back and moan deep in my chest, like Tarzan himself, The King of the Jungle, the ultimate fucking alpha claiming his omega.
Reaching one hand between us when I feel her tightening and my balls drawing up, I seal the damn deal. I slap her clit and she comes faster than I can say fuck.
“Oh my god, Kingston, it...oh!” she screams, her face looking pained. “It almost hurts!” she yells again and I smile.
“That’s what an orgasm feels like with the King.” I jet off inside her with my words, my come filling her deep, seeping out the fucking sides.
“Fuck, look at that pink pussy taking all her man’s come.” I watch our connection as I slide her slick core up and down my cock as I empty myself, our mixed arousal glistening under the lights. I am finally one with my best friend. The King and his Queen, the alpha and his omega.
I’m still semi hard and can easily go again, but Lana is swollen and full. I need to clean her up then we can relax before I really do some kinky ass shit to my Queen.
Leaving her on the bed, I head toward my bathroom and grab a wet cloth to clean her up. Tonight I made love to the woman I thought I would never have.
Hours spent together tonight felt like small, quickly passing moments of eternity. When we touched it passed way too fast, when we laughed it came and went like a lightning bolt. And when she snuck out of bed and had Shayla take her home, I woke with just a letter, a letter that made rocks weigh down my stomach and my heart rapidly beat out of control. I leaped from bed, dressing to run and save my girl, knowing I might be too late.
I dropped that note on my bed, the letters fresh.
Kingston,
I couldn’t bear to subject you to Joel’s wrath. I’ve asked you to hide the secrets for too long and to stand by and watch me bleed. I want to let him go and I don’t want him to hurt you anymore than I have by asking you these things. I’ll see you in the morning, when I’ll finally be yours the way I can and want to be.
I’ll tell him when he gets home and first thing tomorrow, I’ll come to you. I have my phone on me and I will call the cops if he gets violent. I’ll be brave because you give me the strength to. I trust your words and know you’ll keep me safe.
Forever with you Kingston is worth all the sacrifice in the world.
Love,
Lana
Too bad those words meant nothing as she lay nearly lifeless on the ground in a puddle of her blood. Too bad everything I thought I healed in her only worked against me as she lay in that hospital bed. I can’t believe I let her go. I blame myself for giving her the confidence to face hell alone, if I hadn’t she wouldn’t be lying here on a bed, connected to all these machines, with broken bones and bruises marring her beautiful skin.
Tonight, she gave me herself all while I lost her again.
Present
“Do you regret it, Lana?” She turns in my arms, both of us seeming to find the present again. Going back to that night, even the good parts, still weighs heavy on us both.
My hands find her belly again, rubbing soothing circles when I feel a kick. Little man is up with us, he felt what mama felt and he’s worried for her. I truly believe that he knows, or babies actually, know when their mother is happy, sad, afraid, alone. I know little man is in there trying to make her feel better. Reminding her and me of the presence and not the past.
“No. I don’t regret making love to you for hours, I don’t regret leaving Joel, the only thing that I do regret,” she trails off for a moment, leaving her words hanging in the air, while I wait for them to fall from her lips.
“I regret not listening to you and for always believing that I was saving everyone, when really I was making it worse.” A lone tear, perfectly shaped, falls from her eye and I hurry and swipe it away. She’s so perfect that even her tears are.
“No, hush baby, that night was his fault and his fault alone.” I shake her with little effort, but it gets her attention. “Do you understand that?”
Her eyes finally meet mine in a stare off. Her assessing me, while I assess her, searching for her understanding.
“Yes, I do.” I breath like I’ve been holding it in for years.
“Lana, I won’t let you spend another day blaming yourself. That’s not a life worth living.” I lean in and seal my words with a sweet kiss, my lips wet and warm against hers. She tastes like home, she feels like home, she is my home.
She whimpers, a soft cry as my tongue grazes hers. I move us back toward our freshly made bed. Saying that in my head sounds like a fucking life I’ve been hungry and dying for.
Lying her back gently in the sea of pillows that she decorated our bed with, far too much shit if you ask me, but it’s Lana and that’s evidence of her all over our home.
“Kingston, baby, stop we can’t—my parents.” She puts her hand to my chest and breaks our contact, pushing me back. I growl.
“Baby, we did it while we visited a few months ago. You’re already pregnant and I can be quiet, but they can’t expect anything less from me.” I laugh and start running my hands up her bare thighs, up and under the silky material of her nighty. Fuck, my hand touches bare, warm skin and I about come in my sweatpants when I realize she is fucking panty free.
“Mhmm,” she moans, throwing her head back when my knuckle grazes her wet core, dripping with that sweet honey that I’m hungry for.
“Besides, you’re the loud one,” I tease lifting her dress and dropping my eyes. There like a gift on a God damn platter is her swollen pussy ready for my attention.
“You’re so delicious, can I have a taste?” I lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, the tiny white stretch marks evidence of her housing our baby. I like Lana with marks, my marks, the marks that prove she is mine completely. Her tiny thighs, stretching, her belly growing, her tits getting heavy with milk.
“Yes,” she moans, giving in without me having to even beg. A King doesn’t beg to have his Queen, all he does is look at her right, touch her even better, and fuck her into oblivion.
“Good girl, lie back and be quiet.” She lies back and her legs fall open on admission, her tight core glistening with arousal. I start there, circling my tongue and tasting her sweet nectar. She contracts on my tongue when it slides in just a little. I use my other hand and pinch her clit, causing her to scream out.
“Lana!” I say with authority, looking up with a cocky grin.
“Sorry.” She blushes then giggles.
“You be quiet or I’m gonna have to wait till they leave,” I warn, my fingers still soothing her clit after my rough touch.
Nodding, she doesn’t say anything and covers her mouth. I look down at her swollen eight month belly and her flushed face. She looks beautiful and I know the second Prince is born, I’m gonna work tirelessly at getting her pregnant again. I want a village with Lana.
I stay staring down at her as she blocks everything but her pleasure out. One hand grips the sheet and the other one wraps in her brunette hair. I add two fingers inside her snug heat, my hips moving forward, dry humping the damn air, I’m that turned on.
I want to do dirty tonight, fuck her every which way—and I probably could, I know I have blue balls already.
“Toys, where did you put them?” I moan. Using my free hand, I pull my sweats down and release my thick long cock and start stroking it. Using my thumb, I swirl my pre-cum around the tip, while my busy hand on her clit mimics the movement.
“They are in the drawer right there,” she cries, her hand pointing with zero coordination in the general direction of her nightstand. I don’t have it in me to even laugh at her lack of coordin
ation, I’m too horny and ready to blow with need.
Forcefully with great effort, I drag myself off the bed and my hands from her tight pussy. We both cry out, a moan so desperate we sound injured.
“Kingston, what are you doing?” She tilts her head with my movements, following me as I round the bed. I don’t answer, just hurry and open the drawer to find what I’m looking for. Finding the red bullet vibrator, I grab it and hurry to my spot on the bed. Her hungry eyes look at me as I flip it on.
Smiling down at her with a dark grin, I lay it against her clit, the fast pulsing vibrations setting her off within a second. I reach up in time to give her my palm and she bites down deep and I move the toy enough to slam up into her. I come fast, deep inside her.
“Fuck. Shit. Fuck!” I’m feeling pain from her bite, all while my cock is absorbing the pleasure, my body torn between which is more potent.
We sit still for a minute, while my cock slowly stirs back to life. I help her out of her nighty, showing me her perfect tits, perky, heavy and ready. I lick up the side of her luscious globe, my tongue glides along her scar, like I do every time I see it. I’m branding me there, replacing the pain with love.
Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my firm ass and she thrusts up, trying to get me to start. I bring my head up, meeting her gaze. With slow movements, I pump into her while she sucks me in, her greedy pussy hungry for more.
“What are you going to do for me? What do I get for buying my Queen her castle.” I whisper into the air, my thrust becoming more pronounced.
“Shit, uh! What do you want, baby, I’ll do anything.” She bites her sexy plump lip. Lana looks exotic, you would think she was with her tan skin, so damn warm, her plump pink lips, pouting out, her eyes like honey.
I know exactly what I want.
“Suck my cock.”
