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Taking a moment to adjust to his width and length, I leaned in and snaked my tongue into his mouth. When I began to twerk on his dick, Kastian roughly gripped my ass cheeks and squeezed them.
“I missed you,” I moaned as my clit swelled. My hormones had been going crazy for the past few weeks. I’d never been so horny in my life.
In fact, a few days before my baby shower, I wanted some dick so bad that I cried. Having Kastian home safe and sound with his dick inside of me was the best gift I could have ever asked for. I relished in the moment.
“Ride this shit,” he whispered with his eyes closed as he guided me and up and down his pole by my ass cheeks.
“I’m about to cum again,” I moaned rotating my hips in a circle.
“I’m about to cum with you. Got damn, this pussy is good, baby. Fuck, Persia.” The way my man was moaning and singing my praises had me feeling like a million bucks.
“Tell me you missed me,” I stared into his eyes.
“I missed the fuck out of you. Prepare to be sick of me ‘cus I’m on that ass,” his expression was serious as a heart attack. “Go ahead and start planning the wedding. You already know what it is.”
“Fuccckkkkkk,” I cried out as I came, and he was right behind me.
His groans mingled with my shrills and filled the room. When we came down from our orgasmic highs, I parted his lips with my tongue, and we kissed for what felt like an hour. My man was home!
CHAPTER 27
KASTIAN
I was sleeping betterthan I had in the past nine months or so. Even before I got locked up when I thought the Feds were coming, I couldn’t sleep. No matter how tired I was, my body could never rest. I was always in fight or flight mode. Listening for every little noise. Watching for anything out of the ordinary. Despite being in a deep sleep after busting three nuts, I still felt when Persia got out of the bed. I listened as she walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard her curse under her breath.
“You good, baby?” I called out.
“I think my water broke.”
I had never in my life sat up as quick as I did in that moment. Naked as hell, I rushed into the bathroom and saw her sitting on the toilet with panic filling her eyes.
“You sure?”
“Yes. I haven’t even started peeing, but water just started coming out. It was kind of like pee but more than pee. It didn’t last long though. Like, it may have been a little, but that can’t be all of it.”
“Did I hurt you when we were having sex? Your due date isn’t for another three weeks.”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Can you bring me some panties, some sweats, and shirt?”
Persia and I took a shower together after our last round of sex, and that had only been two hours ago. I rushed back into the bedroom to throw some clothes on and find her something to wear. I had always believed I’d done too much dirt in my life to even be comfortable asking God for favors. At that moment, I wasn’t asking Him for anything. I just kept thanking Him for letting me come home to see my child being born. That was all I had wanted to be able to do, and it was nobody but God that made it happen.
I wasn’t taking any time with my loved ones for granted. Getting back to work wasn’t even a priority for me. I just wanted to chill in the house with Persia and Kastian Junior. Aside from working out and leaving the house for fresh air, there wasn’t much I wanted to do. Qua was cool, but I didn’t even want to stop by the lounge like that. I had alcohol at the crib. Ryder was gone and so was Lox. I wasn’t too big on that friend shit anymore. Family was all I needed.
Lox had been sentenced to ten years. I respected the fact that he didn’t fold and mention my name. I wished it had gone another way for him, but if he completed a drug program, with time served, and only having to do eighty percent of Fed time, he’d be home in six and a half years. As promised my accountant was looking out for his girl and their daughter while I was away, and I was going to keep it up since I was out.
Taking the clothes in the bathroom, I helped Persia get dressed. She walked over to the mirror and brushed her teeth. Taking her bonnet off, she pulled her braids up in a bun and slicked her edges down.
“Really, Persia?” I laughed.
“What?” she looked over her shoulder at me. “I can’t go to the hospital looking a mess.”
“Do your thing mama,” I held my hands up in surrender.
When she was done, she told me where her bag was, and I grabbed it. Persia eased her feet into some slides, and we walked down the stairs. She grabbed a bottle of water, and we walked into the garage. I was about to be somebody’s father. Being given a second chance wasn’t something I’d ever take lightly. As I drove, Persia called her sister. She then texted Bev, Alicia, and Tesha. She called her mother last. She texted my mom and sister. Once the most important people were notified, she looked over at me.
“You ready?”
“I am. What about you?”
