When they pulled up to the house, Iskyiah got out of the car without waiting for him to get her door. Nothing at all was funny, but Moolah laughed. Her little ass really thought she was doing something.
Moolah took his time getting out of the car. Before he did, he looked at the driver, whose eye had swelled completely shut. He patted the guy on the back of the shoulder and said, “I’m serious, man. You should really get that checked out.”
By the time he had made it into the house, Iskyiah was nowhere to be found. He took his time walking through his home and turning off the lights. The babysitter was in the living room scrolling on her phone. He paid and dismissed her before ascending the main stairs.
He found Iskyiah on the second floor in the room Brooke slept in. Baby girl was knocked out. Iskyiah was bent over her, kissing her daughter’s face. Moolah stood in the doorway and watched her. Iskyiah as a mother was a beautiful sight. The way she nurtured Brooke and cared for her touched something in him.
Iskyiah kissed Brooke one last time and turned. Her eyes met his, and she slowly walked to the door and closed it behind her. Moolah pulled her into him and kissed her lips. When he pulled away, he asked, “You mad at me?”
Iskyiah pouted. “You know I hate bullies.”
“Then why you wit’ me, my baby? You know what comes with me.”
She blew out a breath. Moolah smelled all the liquor she consumed. Without warning, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
“Put me down, Lah.”
He smacked her ass in response and made his way toward the master bedroom.
“Strip for me,” he said as soon as he put her down in front of the bed.
“Moolah—”
“Look, Sky, you got my dick hard, and I need you to handle that for me. I ain’t tryna hear nothin’ else about nothin’. You understand?” Iskyiah crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him with her lip poked out. Moolah sighed and ran a hand down his face. “Fine. I’ll send him an extra stack for punching his eyeball in.” Iskyiah continued to stare at him. Exasperated, he threw his hands up. “Fuck, Sky. Ten thousand, then. Come on, now. I need some of that good shit.”
He tugged on her blue one piece. She rolled her eyes but finally fumbled with the zipper on the side of her outfit. Once she was naked in front of him, he gently pushed her back onto the bed before he took off his clothes. He wasted no time getting to his knees and diving into her pussy, tongue first.
Iskyiah’s back arched off the bed, and she grabbed his head. “Lah . . .”
Moolah’s head popped up. He stood with a frown on his face. “See, you playin’ wit’ me tonight. It’s all good. You ’bout to learn. I’ma fuck that attitude right up outta you. How you got an attitude wit’ me on my birthday weekend?”
“What I do?” Iskyiah whined.
Moolah’s dick found her wet center, and he pushed into her. “You called me Lah.”
“I always call you Lah,” she said between moans. Moolah pounded her lil pussy out, taking all his irritations for the day out on her juicy shit.
“Not when I’m in this pussy. What’s my name when I’m in this pussy, Sky?”
“Daddy.” Her pussy squeezed his dick, and Moolah almost lost it right there.
He smacked her thigh. “Turn around since you wanna play tonight.”
Iskyiah did as she was told. Once her ass was in the air, Moolah took a moment to appreciate it before he smacked her ass and plunged right back into her.
“Fuck . . .”
Moolah grabbed her neck to keep her from speaking. Her sexy ass voice had him ready to nut again, and he wasn’t finished with her yet.
He worked her over in every position before he finally slowed things down after she came for the third time. As he hovered over her and stroked her deeply, he looked into her eyes.
“Tell me how you feel about me, Sky.”
“I love you,” she said without hesitation.
He kissed her tenderly on the lips. “Tell me again.”
“I love you, Moolah Brooks.” Tears gathered in her eyes. Moolah didn’t know if it was because his dick hit that spot that drove her crazy or if it was because of all the love surrounding them. Either way, he thumbed her tears away as they fell, and kissed her deeply, feeling his nut building.
