Page 16 of Kassir and Rebel (D-Ville Projects #2)
“My momma said I didn’t have to like you but I do.”
Seriously. That bitch.
I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from displaying my true emotions on my non-poker face. I’m horrible at hiding my true feelings. My face is a window to my damn soul.
“And you are really pretty too,” he adds while shaking his head. Something was clearly said to him about my looks too.
This bitch.
“Well, thank you. I appreciate that. Make sure you tell your momma that I said hello” I reply with a smirk, unable to control my pettiness.
“I think that brownie got yo’ ass.” Kassir smirks before easing onto the bed.
“I ate less than half of it and I feel fine,” I rebut, although my fineness is fading. I’m not high but it’s clear I’m relaxed as hell. I also feel a warmth flooding my body and the stabbing pain in my ankle is fleeing. I feel so fine.
“Yeah. Okay, fine,” he says smugly.
“Thank you, baby.”
“For?” he asks with knitted eyebrows.
“Getting my food. Helping me shower, the good ass brownie. Just taking care of me.”
I don’t know how it’s possible but his eyebrows knit even more then he gently raises my legs, scoots under them, and lays them across his lap. While his one hand caresses my legs, the other grabs the side of my face.
“The first time I saw you I knew I wanted to take care of you, in every way. And even when I fucked up, in my mind, I real shit thought I was taking care of you then,” he begins and I roll my eyes.
“I know, baby,” he agrees. “I’m going to always take care of you and make up for that shit too.
When I say I got you, I mean that shit, ’cause I do. I got all of you.”
“I got you too,” I sing slowly. This brownie is doing the damn thing.
His deep, sexy laugh fills the room then he says, “Yo’ ass is high.”
“I might be a little high but I’m one hundred percent horny.” My hands grip his shirt as I pull myself straight up right. “Very horny.”
He lightly licks his bottom lip then nods. “But I thought I couldn’t get none with Kassan here,” he says, reminding me of my words earlier
“He’s asleep, right? And your door is locked?”
“I can lock it but what about your ankle?”
“Fuck this stupid ankle,” I say and we both laugh. “But lock the door.”
After lifting my legs, he eases off the bed then walks out. A few minutes later, he walks back in. “He’s knocked out,” he informs me as he locks the door. Then he kicks off his Js, removes his grill and chain, and comes back to me.
“Sit on the edge,” I demand and he does.
Carefully, I scoot down and straddle him, managing to keep my left leg straight. The way his sexy eyes dip reveals that he appreciates my forward move.
“Your ankle—” he begins but my lips against his halt his words.
I don’t want to talk anymore. The cocktail of the brownie and him has my body yearning to be all over his.
So I snake my arms around his neck and press my body into his.
His hands move to my hips and he grips them.
Slowly, I grind on him and feel his dick brick up.
Greedily, I reach down and graze my hand across it.
While smirking, I ask, “Are you still worried about my ankle?”
His hands move from my hips to the sides of my face. With lust and a hint of deviousness in his dark eyes, he utters, “Nah, fuck yo’ ankle.”
I lick his bottom lip then suck on his tongue. He loves that shit and I love the way he reacts so aggressively when I do it. When I lean back in to kiss him, he takes over and his lips devour mine hungrily and his tongue wrestles mine.
“Mmm,” I moan as my hand continues to caress him through his jeans.
While he commands my mouth, I feel my body rising a little. His lips never leave mine as his hands reach under my dress for my panties. When he grips the hem, I try to maneuver somehow to assist him with getting them off but it’s not working quickly enough for either of us.
“Imma rip these shits,” he whispers with a smug grin.
I open my mouth to tell him I’m cool with that but my words get caught in my throat when he does just as he says.
He tosses my destroyed panties to the floor.
His fingers graze my slit then slip inside of me.
“Damn,” he groans. “You stay fucking wet.”
“For you,” I admit, because I do. During our time apart, I was with three different men and not one of them solicited this type of arousal.
Not one. It’s always been Kassir. “Only you,” I utter as he inserts another finger inside of me.
My head falls back from the sensation but he doesn’t let up.
His two fingers thrust in and out of me while his thumb circles my clit.
He’s taking me to the edge. “Ohh, damn,” I moan.
His other hand grips the back of my neck as he pulls my face to his. “You want this dick?” he asks but I can’t answer him.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t because his fingers are still pleasing the hell out of me.
I’m on the verge of cumming. Reactive and ready to explode, I start riding his fingers, chasing my impending orgasm.
My hands lock behind his neck and my head bows in defeat as a massive orgasm ripples through my core. “Shhhiiit,” I purr.
“Is that a yes?” he asks arrogantly, and I merely sigh, unable to speak.
While I relish in the waves of ecstasy coursing through my entire body, he manages to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Before I can catch my breath, he releases his beautiful dick then slowly eases me down on him. “Shit,” he groans as my walls contract and stretch to accommodate all of him.
My God!
Nothing in the world feels as good as this…as him.
Together, we create the perfect rhythm. His big hands grip my hips as I slowly rock them before bouncing up and down on him. Precise and intentional, he thrusts in and out of me as I ride him to pure ecstasy.