what I do out of love

The house's interior was simple, with much of it broken or secondhand. Instead, Scarlett found plenty of family photos everywhere. Lebron had slumped onto the couch and started rolling a joint. Scarlett raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said, hesitantly sitting down in the chair in front of the couch.

The living room was... busy, as they say, and Scarlett decided to take her clothes to the dry cleaners later.

"Do you live here alone?"

"I do. My brother and sister live with my mother."

"Don't you work?"

Lebron laughed.

"Lady... I was smart enough for a scholarship, but I dropped out of school to support my mother and siblings. She worked three jobs after our father died. I help out here and there, but I give the money to my mother."

His eyes narrowed as he studied Scarlett again.

"I think it's pretty tough of you to show up here and not your husband."

"Well, I may be a delicate little thing, but I know how to defend myself."

"So how do we work this out? Are you talking to your son?"

"Of course," she said quickly.

Lebron wrinkled his nose.

"I believe you... but I don't think it's going to do any good."

"Why?"

"He'll keep doing what he's been doing, and I'll keep teaching him."

"I think if I go with Scott..."

The click of the lighter interrupted Scarlett, and Lebron lit his joint. He took a drag and exhaled smoke. The sweet, gentle smell spread through the living room.

"Scott will always believe that money will get him ahead. I was just showing him the seriousness of life."

“And how do I make you stop?"

Lebron blew a cloud in her direction and smiled suggestively.

Scarlett's eyes widened impossibly, then she laughed. Far too shrill to be natural.

"You can't be serious."

"Why not? You're an attractive woman, I'm an attractive man, the way you look at me. If you do something nice for me, I'll talk to Deon about getting out of Scott's way."

"I should go," Scarlett said, getting up from her chair.

"What's the big deal? We're adults and we have a little fun. I promise I'll leave Scott alone if we spend time together."

"I'm married," she said, holding up her wedding ring.

Unfazed, Lebron took another drag on his joint.

"You're welcome to stay that way. If I'm busy with you, I can't really hurt Scott, can I?"

A jumble of thoughts and feelings ran through Scarlett's body. She wanted to scream out loud, yell at him, leave this dump of a house, but she stayed put. She'd often received offers like this when she was still modeling, but never accepted them, but this was different. Now it was about Scott, and that's why she was even thinking about it.

"I'm not forcing you to do anything or do anything you don't want to. I just think we could both do something good for each other. Believe me... you won't regret it."

Scarlett cracked her fingers and looked around the living room uncertainly. Lebron held out the joint to her.

"Why don't you sit next to me and think about it for a bit?"

Scarlett stood there uncertainly for a second or two before hesitantly sitting down next to him. There was still enough room for a third person to sit between them, and Lebron pressed the joint into her hand.

"You've never smoked anything this good," he promised.

It had been some time since Scarlett had smoked weed, and the first drag put her into a dreamy, lazy, sensual state where she felt as if every one of her senses had been simultaneously paralyzed and turned up to full power.

"Good, isn't it?"

Scarlett nodded and took another drag. Lebron moved a little closer to her. He had placed his arm on the armrest, his fingertips lightly touching her shoulders.

"Is that your thing? Seducing women with good weed?"

Lebron laughed.

"I don't need weed for that."

"I'm sure of it."

Scarlett handed him the joint again, her gaze slid over his torso just as he had done with her.

The young man looked really damn good and sexy. The good stuff spread through her body like a warm, comforting cloud.

"Just to be clear... this is a one-time thing," she said sternly, her eyes fluttering as she registered the touch of his fingers.

"Of course it is."

Lebron moved a little closer. Fueled by the weed, his body heat felt like a volcano was spewing heat.

"No one can find out about this."

He nodded and took a drag on the joint, then handed it back to Scarlett. She took a drag and was so relaxed that she didn't even notice when he started to stroke her right breast through the red fabric of her T-shirt. Only when her nipples were already fully erect did she register the signals from her body. Scarlett shifted restlessly on the couch.

"No one will find out," Lebron promised, sliding his hand down her cleavage.

Scarlett squealed unladily and went completely rigid as the strong, black fingers felt her skin, damp with sweat from excitement. Lebron giggled and attacked with his other hand, moving to the other breast.

"I don't usually do this," Scarlett murmured, letting her head fall back onto the backrest and surrendering to the pleasant massage. It was crazy what she was doing here and what she was agreeing to.

She had never cheated on her partner and husband before, even though she'd had hundreds of opportunities. There could have been dozens of other ways to end things differently, and yet she went along with it. Why? Because she liked him? One of his hands moved down, and Lebron's fingers brushed against her panties. He rubbed the fabric against her skin, massaging her through the sheer, white fabric. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, and Scarlett felt like she was about to melt.

"I'm ma..." was Scarlett's last, weak protest, which she couldn't even utter before Lebron kissed her.

At first, she was rock hard again, but then Scarlett returned the kiss, sliding her hands over his powerful torso and then placing her hand on his crotch. She smiled as she kissed him, feeling the size. Lebron grinned, stood up, and pulled Scarlett up with him.

He directed her to the bedroom, and while their bodies clung together, they kissed and touched each other, undressing. When she finally caught a glimpse of his cock, she gasped at the sight.

"Oh wow..." was all she could say, and that was confirmation enough for Lebron.

He kissed Scarlett, and blindly, she took his penis in her hand, and after a few sensual touches, it even increased in size and girth. He then gently pushed her onto the bed, put on a condom, and immediately pounced on her.

"Please... go slow!" Lebron shook his head.

"No, with me, it's going to be hard and fast."

Lebron propped his arms up on either side of her to hold his upper body over hers. Scarlett draped one leg around his ass. His cock purposefully found her entrance.

"Please... give me... a... moment..." she breathed.

Lebron gave her only a tiny moment, the brief breath of a moment, to realize that this was really happening. That a nearly complete stranger, much younger than her, was ready to fuck her. For a moment, Scarlett doubted herself and everything, and the next, Lebron was inside her with a hard, fast thrust. Her head jerked up from the pillow, her eyes wide open, and she screamed in pleasure, unprepared for the sensations that suddenly overwhelmed her.

"Oh, huh! What... oh!"

"Mmm..." purred Lebron, wanting to fully savor the moment and begin moving his cock in hip circles without pulling back.

Then he began, his thrusts gradually becoming more and more powerful, and all Scarlett could do was stare up at the ceiling. Her body writhed under his short, quick thrusts. Her senses and sensations were all heightened, and the shy, reserved tone of her usual voice increasingly matched Lebron's dominant movements.

"My God. Don't stop... give it to me..."

Scarlett made completely strange, uninhibited sounds. Since Scott's birth, she had been used to doing it quietly and gently with Donald, but here with Lebron, she could completely let go. Her desire was simply too great, and she wouldn't have been able to control herself anyway. The sounds Lebron made were also very arousing because they were completely unfamiliar and different from what Scarlett was used to.

"Keep going. Keep going."

She couldn't get enough of him, wrapped her other leg around her waist and interlocked their ankles. She tossed her head back and forth, and, spurred on by her cries of pleasure, Scarlett increased his pace.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Scarlett **** herself to open her eyes to meet his rough, greedy gaze.

"I want to look into your eyes," said Lebron, grinning down at her.

He increased his rhythm faster and faster until it seemed he could no longer increase it and he took her like a wild, stormy animal. Scarlett had never experienced anything like this before and had trouble keeping up with her lover. She gave herself completely to him physically and enjoyed this unbridled ride to the fullest.

"Oh God... oh God... fuck me, Lebron. I'm co..."

Lebron drummed his feet convulsively against his ass and wrapped her arms around his powerful body, and Kenan actually stepped up his game until he froze and tensed with one last powerful thrust.

Grunting loudly, he came...

...inside Scarlett, and it took a moment for her to realize it.

At the same time, an ice-cold shiver of horror ran through her, and her body exploded with hot excitement as he came inside her. Exhausted and satisfied, Lebron rolled to the side and lit a cigarette. Scarlett sat down in horror, looking at the broken condom on his still-erect penis and feeling her intimate area.

Yes, he had definitely come inside her.

"You came inside me," Scarlett whispered in disbelief and horror.

Lebron raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked down at his penis.

"Oh, sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." Scarlett pulled the thin blanket over her upper body, covering herself with it as if she could undo something.

"This is a disaster."

"Why?"

"Why? What if I get pregnant?"

"You won't. Don't worry, and even if I do..." He stood up, sat down next to Scarlett, and gently placed his arm around her trembling body.

"...I'll take care of you and the baby."

"What?" Scarlett felt sick and was afraid she was going to throw up right then and there.

"I won't let you down. I promise. If you need me, I'll be here. You can count on me."

She looked Lebron in the eyes and realized he meant it.

"That's sweet... but I need to shower and go home," she said, practically jumping up from the floor and stumbling into the bathroom on unsteady legs.

She slammed the door and stepped into the shower. She washed herself more thoroughly than she had ever washed herself in her life, and when she stepped out wearing a towel, Lebron was still in bed smoking.

"Don't forget your shoes," he said. He nodded toward the living room, where they were standing in a corner.

Scarlett quickly got dressed, picked up her shoes, took one last look at the handsome black man in bed, and left the house. She was sure she'd never see him again, and something inside her hoped that wasn't the case yet...