Always Been You

~Dant’s POV~

Lola stood there, kicked the door behind her, opened her gown, dropped it on the floor, and presented herself to me like the feast that she is. I didn’t wait to be told; it was time to please her. It was impossible for me to shake the feeling that she had forgotten all about me. I forced that thought to the back of my mind, stood at my feet, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her into my chest, feeling her naked skin brush against my naked chest as we were both exposed.

I bit into her neck, and she let out a whimper as I did so. That one groan expelled from my mind every unfavorable thought that had been bothering me.

But how can I? How am I supposed to ignore the fact that she doesn’t remember who I am?

“I wish you could remember our promise, what you are to me. I wish you could remember how I used to do everything for you like a fool in love but could confess my love for you.” She did not provide a response. She turned around while she was in my arms, and the sensation of her filthy ass rubbing against the fabric of my boxers made me horny as hell. I gave her a dominant kiss while raking my finger through her hair, turning her so that she was facing me, and pressing my lips forcefully against hers. I made sure to leave gentle kisses on her neck, nipping and sucking my way all the way down to her sweet spot. I could feel shockwaves trailing in the wake of my soft kisses against her skin. She seized my mouth with ravenous intent.

When she opened her mouth, she let out a small gasp, and I quickly took advantage of the opening by exploring the inside of her mouth with my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted, so I kissed her with an insatiable appetite. It’s always like this when she touches me; I can’t control how I feel. Lola was giving me her absolute best kiss, and I responded by giving her the same amount of energy that she was giving me. Our tongues wrestled in our mouths, making her moan against my lips. I kissed every inch of her, and she was mine-except she doesn’t remember me. I kissed every part of her. I wish I could fuck her into recalling everything. I lowered myself to her level and began licking and kissing the skin of her breasts, which caused her to groan.

I took one of her erect nipples and put it in my mouth while I played with the other one, rubbing and pinching it with my index finger and thumb. She cried out in pleasure. I used my free hand to grab and press her butt, and she lifted her leg up for me. After that, I loosened my grip on her butt and resumed my assault on her breasts. After that, I came to a halt, stood up, and began walking around her. I could feel chills running up and down her body as she waited in anticipation. I lifted her off the ground and positioned her on the bed while my rock-hard cock gently scratched the skin of her pussy lips. I turned my head to look at her before returning my focus to my cock. In one swift motion, I viciously stuffed my cock inside of her.

“Fuck, Dante!” She wailed up to the heavens in her anguish. My member pushed into her crudely. I lubricated her by taking her in quickly, deeply, and forcefully, without wasting any time at all. I savagely slammed into her over and over again. Right now, I just wish the thrusts would provoke her memories. I gave it my all for my children and for us. I wanted her to feel every glorious inch of me-the same cock that got her pregnant. The same cock that took her innocence, and the same cock she craves every night. I was rough, and that made more fluids gush out of her sex, bathing my cock and provoking me to even go deeper. The deeper, the better. She encircled me with her legs and arched her back, absorbing more and more of my presence as I plowed deeper and deeper into her with my long, forceful strokes.

“Oh God, Dante!” When her name was spoken, the sound that it made coming from her mouth was like music to my ears. I rolled her over so that she was lying on her back with her stomach pressed against the mattress, doing everything I could to jog her memory.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Hold on…

She’s called me Dante twice now. I choked her, enough for me to plunge deep into her sex. I pushed harder and more quickly than ever before, giving it my all.

“Fuck! You are so fucking tight,” I gritted out into her ears. She let out a wailing scream as she was overcome with bliss. Her pussy walls became more constrictive and started to clench and unclench my cock as a result. She trembled and rolled her eyes back as I fucked her absolutely senseless. She was dragging me along with her to the cliff, and I stiffened as I started to find my release. As I trembled on her back, she yelled out my name, and I responded by increasing the pressure I was applying to her neck. I released her, and she lay on her stomach, and I fell on top of her, dressing the inside of her pussy with my seed.

I started kissing her and then biting the back of her neck.

She turned to face me, and as our gazes locked, she started,

“Hi! My name is Lola.” Out of shock, I got up, showing her my naked glory. All of me.

“My name is Dante.” I wanted to be sure she was going where it all started; a tear slipped into my eye in anticipation.

“May I join you in a game?” She remembers. My wife. My Bunny, My Larkspur, she remembers us.

“How old are you?” I asked her and gave him a puppy-dog expression, coming down from bed, and she came to stand in front of me.

“You’re so adorable when you do that,” I said, as I wiped a tear that was trailing down her cheek.

“I am nine years old.” I hugged her as if my entire life depended on that hug.

“Well. I’m a sixteen-year-old; do you wish to play with your older brother?” She nodded and hugged me back.

“When did you remember?”

“When Mia gave me the album,” she answered. I wanted to ask her why she didn’t tell me, but I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to apologize to her.

“I’m sorry, Lola. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize it has always been you.”

“It’s always been you, Dante.”

“When did you remember?” I asked.

The End

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