“I need somethin’ from you, baby,” Moolah said as he held her waist and helped her slide up and down his length.
“Anything, daddy.”
“Write me out a list of all the niggas you done fucked so I can make them a memory.”
“Okay,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his thumb found her clit. She would agree to literally anything at the moment. Moolah turned her mind to straight mush.
“I ain’t playin’ wit’ you, Sky. Look at me.” Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at him as he rocked up into her again. She whimpered. “Them niggas is dead. Ain’t no way I’m allowin’ those niggas to walk around knowin’ what this treasure feels like.”
“Okay.” She sighed when he rocked into her again.
He chuckled as if he knew she was too far gone to even understand what he was talking about.
His mouth found her nipple. Her back arched.
“You always taste so fuckin’ good, Sky. Got me addicted to you.”
“Fuck. I love you,” Iskyiah whined, oblivious to the words he just spoke.
“Tell me how much while you cum on this dick.”
Those tears that she had been holding back trickled down her cheeks. “So much, Lah.”
Moolah smacked her ass, and she groaned in pleasure. “Give me more than that, baby.”
“I . . . oh, shit. I love you more than . . . anything. I alway have. I want . . . forever with you . . . Lah, aw, fuck.”
“I can feel it, my baby. You can cum for daddy. I’ma cum wit’ yo’ sexy ass. You hear me? I’ma cum wit’ you. You gonna have my babies, Sky?”
“Shit, yes,” she hissed as her body tensed. Her pussy clenched tightly, and stars blurred her vision as she came.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout, Sky. That’s such a good girl . . . fuck. I’m cummin’, baby.” Moolah quickened his pace and held Iskyiah upright as he nutted inside her. “Gah damn.”
They breathed heavily for a moment before they burst out into laughter for no particular reason. That after-sex high had them in a chokehold as they pressed their foreheads together and laughed. Before they knew it, they were kissing again. Iskyiah knew it was about to be another long night, but she wasn’t even mad about it.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “Oh, now you want to go to the room?”
He picked her up and slapped her ass. She giggled wildly as he led her up the grand stairs and toward his room, where she wouldn’t mind spending an eternity.
The sight of Iskyiah sleeping peacefully in his bed made Moolah’s heart soar. He’d forgotten what it felt like to be in her presence, but now that he was reminded, he had no intentions of letting her go or forgetting again. Last night had broken a barrier between them, and he knew it was only up from there.
He swaggered over to the bed and dropped down to a knee. After working out early this morning and then taking care of some business, he’d showered and checked in on a sleeping Brooke before coming straight back here to lay eyes on Iskyiah. He watched her sleep peacefully for a minute before he kissed each of her eyelids, then her pouty lips.
Her eyes fluttered opened, and when her gaze focused on him, she smiled.
“Morning, my baby,” he said in a gruff voice.
“Good morning.” Iskyiah rubbed her eyes with her dainty fists.
Moolah found everything she did so adorable.
“It’s time to get up, love. We have a long day ahead of us.”
Her brows pulled in as she sat up and looked around sleepily. “Long day? What time is it?”
“Just after seven.”
