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“No, just call back later. I may answer again.”

“Man, see you.”

I hung up in his face because this debate about getting off the phone would go on forever. I quickly dialed up Caine’s number, and the phone rang a few times before he picked it up.

“What’s up?”

“Where you at?”

“Almost at your front door. Come open it.” He hung up before I could say another word.

I put the phone on my side, then looked in the mirror on the hallway wall, and went into a frenzy because looking good hadn’t been on my radar all day until Caine said he was outside.

I ran into my room hoping to find a more decent shirt to put on other than this faded out family reunion shirt. I slipped on a plain white T-shirt, but the urgent knocks on the door told me I needed to open it for Caine ASAP. He was knocking like he would break the door down if I didn’t hurry up.

I rushed to the front door and twisted the lock, and when I opened it, Caine was standing there.

“Can I come inside?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

I stepped aside to let him in.

Caine crossed the threshold of the apartment door and then scooped me up off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist.

I was thrown off, not in a bad way, more impressed that he too could lift me, curves and all.

“Are you sure we should be doing this behind Kharti’s back? She’s my best friend.”

“And I need you to have my son, and I’m tired of waiting. Let’s get this shit done.”

Caine took me over to the nearby wall and then kissed my neck, grabbing my skin with his teeth, and sucking on it so dominantly that I was sure he was going to leave a mark. He dropped me to the floor, grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down past my knees before he picked me back up and placed his dick at my center.

Once he stuck his dick inside of me, I had to gasp for air. He started to bounce me up and down, taking my breath away every time my ass clapped against his thighs. I screeched when he went deeper. I grabbed his shoulders and clawed into his back, hoping to fight the pain of him stretching me out. It took nothing for me to get wet as hell. Just the way he was handling me did that.

Caine fucked me so good while standing that I didn’t expect anything less when he carried me over to the couch and leaned me over the back of it. Because of the height difference, he had to squat down a little lower to put his dick back inside me, and once he went deep, I yelled his name out again.

“Fuck, Caine!” I quickly put my hand over my mouth, remembering my grandma was in the other room.

“I know. It’s a lot of dick, baby. Just take it for me. Take it, and I’ll fill this pussy up.”

“Okay, I'm trying. I'm trying.” I winced through my teeth.

Every stroke, every kiss, every time he smacked my ass felt so good, and when my legs started shaking, I bit into the back of the couch and almost tore cotton out.

“You ready to catch this nut?”

“Yes, I’ll catch it Caine.”

“Well, throw that mutha fucka back and catch our baby boy.”

I thrust my ass back onto his dick as much as I could.

“Nah, nah. Don’t hunch me, I’m a grown ass man. Be a big girl and fuck me back.” Caine encouraged, making me go harder.

“That’s it. That’s it.” He growled heavily as I held the couch and fucked him back as hard as I could. About thirty seconds into me throwing my pussy back on him, I felt my insides warm up from his nut shooting into my pussy.

His dick was pulsating inside of me, something crazy, and I felt like I couldn’t move.