Scarlett soon didn't recognize herself anymore.

The next day, Lebron and Scarlett went shopping.

Since Scarlett didn't have any money of her own, he partly dictated what she would wear for the time being. This included a tight crop top with a high neckline, a basketball cap with a queen of spades, and baggy pants. He also had a say in the underwear, and Scarlett, reluctantly, agreed to soon wear only leopard-print thongs. He also gave her lots of cheap jewelry.

As much as she appreciated Lebron's helpfulness, Scarlett didn't feel comfortable with him helping her so much with time and money. When she looked at the thin panties Lebron had picked out for her, she could certainly understand their appeal, but she missed her home, her family, the expensive shops, the clothes...

They hadn't talked about it yet, but Scarlett had planned to give the child up for adoption and wanted to try to smooth things over with Donald and Scott.

Until then, she'd have to cry with the wolves and soon looked like a local. Almost, anyway...

Lebron convinced her that the right hairstyle would suit her, and so as not to offend him, Scarlett agreed. Lebron's cousin Daisy then gave her dreadlocks for free, and by the end of the day, Scarlett soon didn't recognize herself anymore.

It's only temporary... she told herself.

Even when Scarlett and Lebron fell on each other again. It had only been a matter of time before both of them could no longer control themselves. Lebron had promised not to **** himself on her, and he kept his word, but Scarlett couldn't resist his confident demeanor and charisma for long, and what started as a harmless flirtation and teasing turned into an afternoon full of passion...

Lebron had few physical boundaries and was very often the dominant, controlling part when they were together. But that didn't bother Scarlett at all. Quite the opposite. It motivated her to come out of her shell and try to be an equal partner to her black stallion. They lived for the day. Lebron picked up his siblings from school, helped his mother with the housework, and Scarlett got to know his large family. They welcomed the white woman warmly, like one of them, and were happy about their shared happiness...

"Mom?" Scarlett heard a familiar voice say, and her heart stopped when she saw Scott standing in front of her.

She froze in shock and felt her face turn bright red as her son looked at her pregnant belly in horror.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

“I heard rumors and I couldn't believe it..." he stammered.

"Hey Scott," Lebron greeted him, standing next to Scarlett.

Very gently and discreetly, he placed his hand on her back and smiled at the boy.

The boy glanced angrily and uncomprehendingly back and forth between the two of them until he ran away.

"Wait!" she called after him, but the boy couldn't or wouldn't hear any more.

"Let him. He'll understand."

"He shouldn't find out like this." Lebron said nothing to that, and they continued walking.

Even though they came from different worlds and were separated by age, Lebron was not only a fantastic lover, he was also a better partner.

He cared for Scarlett, tried to fulfill her every wish, and treated her with respect despite his arrogant, gruff manner. He truly loved Scarlett, and he was only too happy to show it. Even though she was **** to admit it, the same feelings arose within her.

She loved how he cared for her, how he treated her. Even though she had loved Donald, he had been a cold, strict person who radiated coldness. Lebron was hot-blooded, and he kept his word. Even though their involuntary relationship had a strange origin, he had always cared for her.

That didn't change anything when Kiano was born. When Scarlett held her little brown son in her arms and Lebron beamed like a Cheshire cat, adoption was no longer an option. She was now the mother of a son again, and the child would soon need both parents. Lebron insisted, having grown up without a father and wanting a stable family for his child. Scarlett realized that she had formed a bond with the young Black man that would last forever.

She wanted to stay a while longer until she could finally stand on her own two feet and perhaps, despite the wonderful time they had together, return to Donald and Scott.

But as soon as the little family was home and Scarlett was no longer pregnant, Lebron conquered his partner again and again. He broadened Scarlett's horizons to new, unknown things, and it was both exciting and surprising how diversely Lebron could pamper Scarlett every day and night.

He enjoyed letting her give him a blowjob while he sat on the couch and listened to music.

Their favorite playground, however, was the bedroom, where Lebron lay on his back and Scarlett rode him. As usual, he took charge and surprised the woman with a deep, hard thrust.

"Oh God, yes. Fuck me, Lebron," she screamed, throwing her head back. Lying beneath her, he moved his hips and thrust into her at a pace she could barely handle.

"Do I fuck you well?" he wanted to know.

"You fuck fantastically."

"Do I fuck you better than your husband?"

Scarlett didn't want to answer him, but she noticed that he was slowing down his movements.

"Yes, you do. You're much better than my husband."

Lebron placed his hands on her hips and began to move them back and forth on his cock. Scarlett tried to maintain control, but like so many times before, she couldn't.

"Oh Scarlett. You are... the... I love you, Scarlett," he said.

The last four words broke all the dams inside her. She let her lower body slide back and forth, riding him like there was no tomorrow. For Scarlett, it was a graceful sight, the way she was on top of him, moving gracefully above him with her eyes half-closed and her face contorted in pain. How she was completely released.

"I..."

"What?"

Lebron wanted to know. He thrust into her more energetically and forcefully, and Scarlett thrust her lower body against him.

"What?" he asked impatiently.

"I love you, Lebron," Scarlett cried out uncontrollably, and he came inside her.

She stepped back on her heels, pressed down on his upper body as best she could, and arched her lower body toward him. Scarlett enjoyed every twitch of his cock inside her until Lebron was finally finished. Sighing contentedly, she sagged like a crumpled up into a rag doll, rolled off him, and was immediately hugged by Lebron.