“Uh, okay,” Iskyiah said slowly. “Anyway, you better hurry up, baby. We’re gonna be late.”
Iskyiah busied herself fixing her already perfect hair in the large mirror on the wall. It had been two weeks since she first stepped foot in this monstrosity of a house, and she hadn’t leftsince. She tried to be one of those women who played it tough and acted like they didn’t want to be spoiled in this way, but Iskyiah had been tired. She had been needing a break. Yes, she loved flying and being a flight attendant, but that didn’t mean she needed to do it to give herself purpose in life. Moolah insisted that she take time off and focus on being a mom, and she didn’t put up too much of a fight.
The past couple of weeks had been amazing for her. Moolah had pampered her, she’d been able to spend more time with Brooke, and she’d been getting the best dick of her life. Iskyiah had zero complaints.
Other than leaving the house for nail, hair, and spa appointments, Iskyiah had been happily spending her days in Moolah’s home. Tonight, though, was different. Moolah’s birthday was the following day, and they were going to bring it in with all their loved ones.
After he dried off, Moolah slid behind her and held her close. “You look beautiful.” He squinted his eyes before he reached around and fingered her necklace. “This the one I got you way back when?”
She beamed. It was the exact necklace he got her way back when. “I never got rid of it.”
Moolah tried not to smile as he nuzzled her neck. “You really love me, huh?”
“Pretty much always have. I was just too scared to admit it. I didn’t want to lose my best friend.”
“You ain’t ever gotta worry about losing me.”
Iskyiah’s brown skin warmed. “I know that now, baby.”
“You know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?”
She giggled. “I been calling you that for the past couple of weeks.”
“And I won’t ever get tired of hearing it.” He kissed her neck.
Iskyiah moaned. “Come on, Lah, or we won’t make it to your party.”
“Fuck that party.”
“Lah . . .”
He cupped her breasts before he slid his hand down her middle and straight to her pussy. She wore a blue one piece that melted to her body and made Moolah’s dick hard.
“You lucky you got this shit on. I can’t get it off.” He tugged on the fabric, and she turned around in his embrace. He scooped her up and dropped her on the counter.
“Baby, come on.” She groaned as he kissed her neck. He grunted in response, and Iskyiah knew he wouldn’t come up off her until she gave him something.
So, she slid off the counter and adjusted their position while dropping his towel to the ground.
When she slid down to her knees, he grinned. “You want me to fuck up that makeup I paid three hundred dollars for?”
“I’m a pro, love. Just relax,” she coached before she sucked his dick straight down her throat.
She grinned with a mouth full of dick as he gripped the marble counter. Gently, she massaged his balls as she relaxed her throat and took all of him. It was quick work making him cum, and after she swallowed, she stood up. Moolah grabbed her silky hair and tilted her head. “You really just gonna do me like that and think I ain’t gonna climb up in some pussy?”
“Yes.” She looked up at him innocently.
Moolah clenched his jaw. “We spendin’ an hour at this shit . . . tops. I didn’t even want this party. Tey’s ass always goes overboard.”
“I can’t wait to see her,” Iskyiah said as she turned around and checked her makeup out in the mirror. Not a smudge in sight.
Moolah slapped her ass before he disappeared into the bedroom. “Keep that shit wet for me.”
Iskyiah rolled her eyes with a broad smile. She’d honestly never knew sex could be so good. Charles was her first, and he never really cared about her pleasure. Any man that followed pretty much fell into the same boat. Moolah was the only one who ever took his time to learn her body and held out until she came multiple times. Because of his attentiveness to her, it made her freak turn all the way up.
After brushing her teeth and rinsing with mouthwash, she was ready. She walked out of the bathroom, grabbed her clutch and heels, and rushed out of the room before Moolah could get his hands on her again. If he did, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist.
After the first week in his home, Iskyiah finally learned her way around, so she made it to the kitchen easily. Brooke sat at the center island eating some damn crab legs Moolah had ordered for her, while Sandy, the white woman Moolah hired to babysit tonight, mixed some batter for what looked like chocolate chip cookies.
