Page 10 of Kassir and Rebel (D-Ville Projects #2)

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her while caressing her back.

She leans in, reconnecting her lips with mine.

I break the kiss, only to move my lips to the side of her neck.

I move right behind her earlobe, one of her spots, and her body shivers as she moans in pleasure.

I pull back then stare into her eyes. “Damn, I missed yo’ pretty ass. ”

“Show me how much,” she challenges.

“Already, bae.”

Quickly, I remove her pajama top, exposing her full, pretty ass breasts.

Using both hands, I cup them then apply soft kisses on each of her brown nipples.

I feel her hands tug at my shirt so I sit up to allow her to lift it over my head.

When it’s off, she gently pushes my chest and I gladly ease back onto the bed.

While rubbing her hands down my chest, she finally speaks the truth. “I’ve missed you too.” Her head dips and she places her soft lips on me, kissing across then down my chest. She travels down to my stomach then unbuttons my pants.

“Hold up, bae,” I say, breaking her concentration so she looks up. This first time is on me. I’m dying to bury my face in her sweet pussy. “Come here,” I demand.

She flashes me her smile that I love before kissing back up my stomach then all the way up to my face. Her lips graze mine then she nastily sucks my tongue, knowing how much I like that shit.

“Fuck! You trying to break me before I break yo’ ass down,” I groan and she smirks.

“Why’d you stop me?”

“’Cause I want to suck on your pussy till you cry,” I admit.

“And I wanted to taste you too,” she says, almost whining. Then her sexy ass leans in and sucks my tongue again.

There’s so much love and lust between us.

She wants to please me as much as I want to please her.

I kick off my shoes, raise up, and remove my jeans and boxers.

I strip off her pajama shorts and panties next.

We are skin to skin, body to body, and I take all of her in.

I smile when I see the tiny rose tattoo on her inner thigh with my name tatted across the stem. She still has it.

“Sit on my face,” I say and she wastes no time doing exactly what I say.

She eases up then anchors her knees on the sides of my head. Her thick thighs smother me as her pussy covers my face. I take a moment to savor her intoxicating scent then I part her juicy lips while I massage her clit with my thumb.

“Damn!” she moans at the same damn time I groan.

“Fuck! You’re wet as shit.”

“Kassir. Ba—by!” she cries out as I devour her.

Rebel tastes so fucking good. I take my time licking, sucking, and fingering her until she damn near passes out.

With my face buried in her, I grip her hips and my baby rides my face through two big ass orgasms, wetting up my entire fucking face.

“Gotdamn!” she whispers before falling on the bed to the side of me.

My dick is hard as shit and ready to return home.

I ease up and hover over her. She giggles a little then says, “I’m all over your face. ”

“And now I want you all over this dick.”

Her smile widens as I lean in and kiss her. Again, her lil freaky ass sucks my tongue, tasting her own juices. When she releases my tongue, I stare down at her, silently thanking the G upstairs for bringing my heart back to me.

Every fucking thing about Rebel is beautiful and her pretty titties are heaving, begging me to give them some attention.

My mouth covers her right erect nipple first then I suck her other one.

When I look up, I see her eyes steadied on me and we don’t break eye contact as I position myself between her legs.

Slowly, I rub the head of my dick along her super wet slit. “Fuck,” I hiss. From just the contact of the head, I damn near bust. I love the way she gets so fucking wet for me. “Shit. You ready for me?” I ask, staring into her hooded eyes.

The word yes barely makes it out of her mouth because I’m easing into her warm, wet, welcoming pussy. “Damn,” she whimpers before spreading her thighs wider for me.

“Shit,” I groan at the feel. Her tight ass walls have a fucking lock on my dick.

“Uhh,” she snivels as she also arches her back. I sink all the way inside and her hands land on my chest.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I whisper into her ear.

Her pussy is so wet and it’s smothering my shit. I begin to deliver deep slow strokes. “Oh shit, baby,” she whimpers so I passionately kiss her as I bottom her sweet pussy out.

“This mine, right?” I utter and I mean every word. She is mine and this pussy is mine and I’m never letting up on either again.

Her hands grip the sides of my face and she reaches up and kisses me so intensely.

“Kass,” she utters softly, unable to get my name out as I plunge deeper inside of her.

“Mmmm,” she moans. Her nails dig into my back as I dig further into her.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” she says breathlessly and her legs start to shake.

Her juices damn near drown my dick and the feeling is incredible. As much as I want to stay right here, inside of her, I can’t hold my shit much longer. My hands move to her inner thighs and I spread her legs a little wider then plunge in as deep as I can go.

“Damn, Rebel,” I growl as I feel my nut building. Trying to delay it, I slow my stroke game but that shit doesn’t work. She cums hard as fuck and the warm gush makes my damn leg weak. “Fuck!” I groan as I bust.

“Mmmm,” she purrs.

I plant a quick peck on her lips before I collapse onto my bed beside her.

As I try to catch my fucking breath, she slowly inches closer then eases her head onto my shoulder.

No words are exchanged. Naked and satisfied as fuck, she rests on me as my hand rubs all over her body.

She yawns, then I yawn too. Before I know it, I’m drifting off, content as fuck ’cause Rebel is finally back where she belongs.

“Nunca te dejaré ir, hermosa,” I whisper because I’m never letting her beautiful ass go again.

Waking up to Rebel’s soft ass body on mine set my fucking day up. Before she showered and I dropped her back off at The Drexel, she climbed onto my dick and staked her claim. She rode me until my fucking toes curled and my dick was drained.

As I watch her fine ass damn near float around this ballroom in her body-hugging blue dress, I shake my head at the memory. I got my baby back.

“You do know Miss Chandra is the bride, right?” Teaira, Rebel’s homegirl, says, distracting me from my girl.

“Bruh, what?” I ask, annoyed. Her lips were flapping but I barely heard her.

“The bride is Miss Chandra, not Rebel,” she says while grinning and I ignore her.

We are at The Drexel for Miss Chandra’s reception and this whole ass ballroom is packed.

All of D-Ville came out to show love to her and Mr. James.

Leem isn’t here though. There was some emergency with Yah’s people so they had to miss.

I got here a little early with Rebel. We came straight here from the courthouse to make sure everything was perfect before the couple arrived.

Rebel doesn’t play about Miss Chandra, so by extension, I don’t either.

“You good?” Rebel leans in and asks. She just walked over to our table.

“I’m straight but you need to sit down and eat,” I tell her.

She’s been on go since we walked up in here, directing the caterer, setting up the candy station, and directing Miss Chandra’s other foster kids when they started rolling up in here.

“Kassir, I’m good,” she insists.

“Nah. You not though. Sit. I’ll get you a plate,” I say sternly and her stubborn ass finally sits down.

After kissing her lips, I get up to get her some food. They are serving real ass food here too, not that cute shit that won’t get folks full. They have ribs, fried chicken, mac-n-cheese, greens, potato salad, yams, and honey cornbread. Those caterers threw down and I already had two plates.

“Back again,” one of the servers says when I reach the food tables. She was flirty and shit when I got my first plate and she’s been eyeing me since.

Shutting her thirsty ass down, I say, “For my girl this time, though. My baby likes white meat so give me two wings.” The smile on her face drops quick as hell.

“No mac-n-cheese though,” I add as she fixes Rebel’s plate with an attitude.

“You can keep the attitude too, lil momma,” I say and she rolls her eyes.

The woman in charge peeps her attitude then rushes over. “I got this, Tam. Anything else, Serious?” she asks as soon as she takes the plate. Obviously, she knows me but I can’t place her.

“Just some yams and a piece of cornbread. ’Preciate it.”

“No problem and I’m sorry about her,” she says while passing Rebel’s plate to me.

I take it then grab a glass of lemonade from the drink station. When I make it back to the table, Rebel’s pretty ass isn’t there.

“Where she at?” I ask Teaira and she sighs. “Where?”

“She went out there,” she says while motioning to the main entrance. “Cameron is here.”

“Who the fuck is Cameron?”

“Her ex. He just sh—” she begins but Rebel’s plate is on the table and I’m heading out the ballroom before she finishes her damn sentence.

When I first walk into the hall, I don’t see her, but then I look down the hall and see her outside.

The nigga is too fucking close to her and his hand is holding her arm.

I fade to black and storm down the hall out the door.

I don’t say shit. With a quickness, my fist just connects to his jaw and he falls back, hard.

When I step to ol’ boy, Rebel grabs my arm to try and stop me.

“Kassir!” she yells but I don’t hear her.

My focus is on him and handling his ass for touching what belongs to me.

Ignoring her, I raise my foot to stomp him but she grabs my arm again.

The slight distraction buys him some time and he hurriedly scoots back.

My shoe lands on the pavement instead of him.

“Fuck!” I scoff, mad as hell, then turn and glare at her.

She glares harder, not backing down. “Stop! He’s not going to fight back,” she says.

“He’ll touch you but not me. Who the fuck is this lame ass nigga?” I ask but look back at him. His bitch ass is struggling to get off the ground.

“Rebel, what the hell! I should call the cops,” he has the nerve to say.

My hand goes to my waist and I lift my shirt, giving the nigga a preview of my gun. “Before you find your fucking phone, I’ll have a hot one in yo’ dome. I would think twice about that shit if I were you,” I warn.

“Cameron. Just leave. I don’t know why you came here anyway.” Rebel sighs, then steps in front of me and places her hands on my chest. “It’s Ma’s wedding. For me, go back inside. I can handle him.”

“You do know I’m not going no fucking where, right?”

“Kassir, I got this,” she insists.

“Rebel, fall back. You ain’t been gone that long. You know who I am and how I get down, especially about you.” I look around her to him. He’s up now. My hand reaches around her waist possessively, then I pull her into me.

“Kassir,” she pleads in a lower tone.

“Only because her Ma is getting married, I’ll give you ten,” I tell him.

“Ten?” he questions, like an idiot.

“Ten minutes to leave. Just go, Cameron, before you get hurt,” Rebel advises him.

“He can’t just threaten me,” he says, sounding stupid as fuck.

“Trust. It’s not a threat,” I grit. “Nine, homeboy.” I’m not sure what ol’ boy is thinking but instead of getting the fuck on, he stares at me for a moment. “Seven, my nigga and I’m being generous as fuck. Any other event and yo?—”

Rebel looks up into my eyes then turns to him. “Cameron, he will kill you,” she assures him with so much seriousness in her tone.

“About her, I will every time. And ay, if I see you again, you won’t even have ten seconds,” I warn and he finally gets the fucking picture. He stumbles a little then actually takes off running. I just shake my damn head.

“Thank you,” she says.

“I won’t spare him again.”

“He’s not that type of man.”

“Clearly, which is why he shouldn’t put his fucking hands on you.”

“He wasn’t hurting me.”

“And?” I say and she shakes her head.

“Some things never change I see,” she says, then smirks.

“Never about you,” I tell her, then kiss her lips.