Page 18 of Krist and Moanie
He kissed and sucked at the O my mouth had been frozen in while locking my hands above my head. This moment couldn’t be real.
Another pull back, then boom he bottomed out again, repeating the same motion, and fuck me, I was just there witnessing the tumultuous pleasure he fed into my body.
“You feel that, Moanie?” he asked, voice heavy and guttural. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was struggling too.
“Mhmm,” I moaned, biting into my teeth when he gave me my lips back.
Shit, he gave me my lips back.
“Nah, lift your head and look down there.”
I couldn’t believe he was requesting anything of me from the way he was rocking into me. Shit was unheard of, but I did what he requested, lifting my head just enough to see where he left room for me to view where he and I were connected…where the welcomed assault was taking place even though I felt it all over my body. His condom covered dick propelled in and out of me soaked in my juices. It was probably the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
“You see that shit?” he asked again.
“Yesss,” I moaned as he began to pick up the pace, slamming into me.
“This all me. You all me. Now let that shit go,” he concurred and demanded in the same statement, sending both my mind and body into the type of frenzy that could only be described as cumming the hardest I had ever in my life. Not only was this nigga a poet, he had to be a magician, because there was no way my body bent to his will that fast with no warning in sight.What in the sorcery?
He plunged into me a few more times, sending my orgasm into overdrive in the process, cumming as well. When he came, he shook, body jerking before he collapsed on top of me. Maybehe was squishing me, but my mind didn’t take it that way. His kisses to my inner neck and my body’s need to wrap around him made him feel like he belonged.
Yep, I had fucked up. Because instead of making this man fall in love with me, I could see myself falling in love with him and losing my damn mind.
After we both finally caught our breaths and cleaned up, we were back in his bed with a fresh blanket. I was in his arms, spooned into his chest, probably about to get the best sleep I’d ever had in my life when I heard him.
“Yeah, you stuck, Doc.”
I smiled and closed my eyes… I didn’t mind being stuck to him. It didn’t sound like that bad of an idea to me.
Chapter 7
Krist
Weeks later…
I pulled her into me, dead set on keeping her near to ensure no nigga was within feet of her. But it was unavoidable, because in a minute I’d be on stage and she’d have to stand out front like she was any of these normal motherfuckers. Moanie wasn’t normal, not by long shot. I kissed her forehead, feeling her hold on tight to me.
“You rapping tonight?” she asked, voice fighting the loudness in the space.
I nodded. “Yeah, an easy five grand, it was a last minute thing. You standing front and center.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
I pulled back and just looked at her. My shit was bricked from the way she actually listened to me, almost dissecting my words like I did before I spit them. She said she’d make me fall in love and I was pretty fucking close weeks later. With her it was all on the line, because nothing in me could lose her. She belonged to me in a way I couldn’t explain, in a way that happened so fast I swore I was getting whiplash.
The beat dropped and Seer’s voice filled the building. “Aight, aight, aight. I know what y’all came here for.”
People began to shout as two niggas moved to the stage and my mind went into tunnel vision, checking the scene. Something happened though, something different, because before the one dude who was actually eating the other one up could finish, the opponent upped his peace and sent slugs. That was my sign to get shorty and myself out of there. Shit went bad too fast, which was why I was always ready to get the fuck out of there. With her it was different, I was trying to get her out of there.
“I can’t believe that just happened.” She stared aimlessly out of the window.
“Me neither, but niggas do some fucked up shit.” I shook my head because I remembered a time when folks were checked at the door. Now, any and everybody were allowed in, all in the name of a few bucks. Shit was wild, especially with how wicked this world was these days. The crazy thing was that was a risk I took getting up on that stage every time. Niggas were sore losers. Shit, some of them couldn’t take the words and damn sure couldn’t deliver them. Shit was dangerous and I knew it. Witnessing that firsthand tonight had me second guessing.
“Where are we going now?” Her voice sliced through my thoughts.
I shrugged. “Grab something to eat and in the house. I’m boring, Moanie, I’on dangle much.” I pulled out of the lot quickly, speeding toward the expressway.
She giggled. “I like you boring, because I’m boring too. I told you that when we first met.”
