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Prologue

Caspian Black

Halloween 2020

The whole fucking city could’ve burned to the ground that morning, and I still wouldn’t have told Lakelyn to get off me.

“Goddamn, girl,” I grunted, as I watched my girlfriend ride me wildly, thighs locked on my hips, head thrown back, and her hair a mess around her shoulders.

The morning light coming through her bedroom window caught the sweat shining on her skin.

Looking at her right then, I didn’t want anybody else getting a piece of that morning. I wanted the door locked, my phone dead, and the whole damn world outside waiting until I decided I was finished with her.

Lakelyn had both hands planted against my chest, her nails biting into my skin every time she rolled her hips.

I knew damn well I was going to have scratches there later, and I didn’t give a fuck. If anything, I wanted them.

Let me walk around all day with proof that my woman had been on top of me first thing that morning.

Lakelyn was taking her sweet-ass time, riding me slow enough to drive me crazy, acting like neither of us had anywhere to be and I wasn’t about to argue with that. That woman knew my body almost as well as I knew my own. So she knew exactly what she was doing even though she’d play innocent about it later, like she hadn't just spent the last twenty minutes learning every way to make me lose my damn mind.

I swear my girl had the best pussy. She was wet as hell, gripping me tight every time she sank back down, and every slow roll of her hips made it harder for me to keep letting her control the pace.

My hands itched to take over, to flip her on her back and remind her exactly who usually ran shit between us. But I held back and let her have her moment, watching her work like she had something to prove.

My hands tightened around her hips. “Hell yeah, baby. Keep riding that dick just like that.”

She tried, but the second she slowed down, I took over.

I pulled her down harder and met her movement from underneath, wiping that teasing little rhythm right out of her.

“Shit.” My grip tightened. “Pussy too damn good for you to be up here playing with me.”

“Ouuu, shit!” Her nails dug deeper into my chest as her head fell back. “I love you, baby.”

That shit hit me harder than it should’ve considering she had told me a thousand times before.

“I love you too.”

I pulled her down against me and kept her there for a second, my mouth near her ear while I fought to keep my breathing under control.

“I want all this shit, Lakelyn: you, the house, babies running around getting on my nerves… all of it.” I tightened my arms around her. “I want you to have my baby.”

Her movements faltered just enough for me to know she heard every word.

“Caspian...”

“I’m serious.”

Lakelyn looked down at me then, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and that little knowing smile slowly appeared on her face.

“Don’t start.” I smirked.

She did anyway.

Lakelyn rolled her hips one more time, slowly and deliberately, and whatever control I had left went straight to hell.

“Yeah, aight.”