Page 20 of Kassir and Rebel (D-Ville Projects #2)

Kassir

“Where are you going?” Rebel asks as soon as I scoot forward on the bleachers.

“To get my damn money. This shit is a wrap. We are up by ten and Kove and Riq out there embarrassing them niggas,” I say while shaking my head.

“We not gon’ stay to see the trophy and scholarship presentation?” she scoffs. “And what about my nachos?”

“Nah, bae, we not staying but finish yo’ nachos then meet me down there.” I motion toward the end of the bleachers then kiss her cheek.

As soon as I stand, Rebel, Yahzi, and Teaira start screaming again.

They’ve been acting like the damn D-Ville cheerleaders out here.

We made it to the final game against the Bedford Boys and our guys are out here bringing that heat.

There’s less than five minutes left in the game and ain’t no way they coming back, especially after that last three.

After dapping Leem and Yoel, Yaakov’s brother, up, I arrogantly nod over at Ralph’s pussy ass and laugh.

That nigga looks heated. His face is tight as fuck.

Another year in a row and the D-Ville Ballerz are walking away with the title, the trophy, and the bragging rights.

And I’m about to walk away with my one hundred and twenty-two stacks.

When I make it through the crowd of niggas standing around the bleachers, I find Mr. Dave’s tent.

Leem and I get a percentage of all the bets but Mr. Dave manages the bets and the pot.

He actually handles all the betting in the hood.

His pops used to run numbers back in the day so that shit is in his DNA.

There are a few DPs posted up outside of the tent. Besides a few fights from niggas talking shit each year, there’s no real issues here at Highland Park. However, I’m extra careful when it comes to money, and there’s a lot of it in this tent today, so their presence is a necessary precaution.

The minute I walk up to the tent, one of Mr. Dave’s daughters places a large black duffle bag on the table.

They assist him every tournament, so they know exactly who I am.

I smile at her as I grab the bag and nod at him.

He’s on the other end of the table taking care of payoffs.

He’ll make sure the coaches and players all get paid too.

Rebel actually meets me right outside the tent so I don’t have to head back to the court. Instead, we walk to the parking lot. When I toss the duffle on the back seat, she looks back at it.

“All of that is money?” she asks, astonished.

“Yeah. You wanna count it?” I smirk.

“Hell nawl. Don’t you have a machine that does that?”

“I do,” I tell her, then start the engine.

If we don’t dip now, we’ll get caught up in this traffic. The lot is full and cars are all on both sides of the streets. Ball is Lyfe has a few officers directing traffic but it’s still going to be a cluster once this shit is over.

“Are we going to your momma’s house first or do you need to drop that money off?” she asks.

“Drop it off. I need to put this in my safe. I don’t like carrying this much bread on me.”

I back out of my space then head back to D-Ville.

My moms was serious as hell about seeing Rebel so I promised to bring her by after the game.

It’s going to be a quick visit though; I’m lowkey trying to spend the rest of the day celebrating with my girl.

After we squashed that shit about Mano the other night, Rebel mentioned a coaching job at the high school.

I’m doing whatever I can to make sure she takes it and I plan on fucking her so good she applies for the job today.

Pushing her away again is not an option.

Rebel is here, with me, and she’s gotta stay.

When we pull up behind the building, Rebel starts laughing out of the blue. “You good?” I ask.

“Yeah. Ma’s car is gone again. Her and Mr. James are living it up,” she says, grinning.

“They still honeymooning.”

“I guess so. She said she wanted to go to The Keys this weekend. Looks like she got him to take her. He does whatever she wants and I love it.”

“Shit, when I lock yo’ pretty ass down, we’re going to honeymoon for a whole month.”

“Lock me down?” She smirks. “You trying to marry me, Kassir Moore?”

“Hell yeah. That was always the plan: lock you down and fill you with kids. Kassan needs at least two brothers and two sisters.”

“I hope you are joking. Four more kids? Um, that’s a hard ass no for me. I wish I might.”

“I’m good with three,” I tell her before grabbing the duffle from the back seat.

“Turn it off. I’m getting out too. It was hot as hell out there. I need to take a quick shower before we go to your mom’s,” she says and I smile.

If she takes off her clothes, it’s a wrap for my moms. We definitely not going and I’m going to start my convincing early. “Me too, shit,” I say then kill my engine.

We make our way upstairs and she journeys straight to my bathroom. I take the duffle into my weightroom and grab my money counter out of the closet. It takes me some time but I run all of the bills through, and as always, the count is precise.

After banding like bills together, I open my safe in the back of the closet and stack my money inside. My timing is perfect as fuck. The minute I walk into my bedroom, Rebel is walking her fine ass out of my bathroom. The only thing she’s wearing is a towel.

“If you’re showering too, you better hurry up.

Your momma is waiting,” she says. I don’t say shit.

I just walk over to her and place my hand on the top of the towel.

I remove it right as my mouth covers hers.

After devouring her lips, I trail my lips to her neck then down to her collarbone.

As I do, my hands rub up and down her back then down to her ass.

“I love your strong hands,” she whispers in my ear before nibbling it.

When she sucks my earlobe, I damn near growl. That shit and when she sucks my tongue are my fucking weaknesses. It causes my shit to jump every damn time.

“I love everything about you,” I say before lifting her ass.

My mouth returns to hers and we kiss as I carry her to my bed. After I lay her down, she sits up and comes to the edge, sitting in front of me with her legs wide open. Her pretty pussy is calling my fucking name.

I step right between her legs and she pulls at the button on my jeans. When she unbuttons them, she stands. Taking her hands, she runs them down my chest then starts to remove my shirt. I’m dying to be deep inside of her so I help her out and take my shit off.

She smirks then lifts up and runs her tongue across my lips. I lick her lips and twirl my tongue around her piercing. She captures it and sucks on my tongue while moaning at the same damn time.

“Fuck, bae,” I groan.

She places her hand on my shoulders then starts kissing across my chest. As her lips graze my chest, she moves her hands and places them inside of my boxers. Her soft ass hands grab my semi-erect dick. When she starts stroking, my shit gets rock hard almost immediately.

“Damn, you’re ready for me,” she purrs.

When she pushes my jeans and boxers down, I step out of them then pull her into me.

We kiss passionately as our hands continue to please one another.

I walk her freaky ass back and lightly push her onto the bed.

Once I crawl on top of her, I kiss her breasts as my hand explores her pussy.

When I rub my two fingers up and down her slit, my fingers get drenched.

I love how she always stays wet for a nigga.

“Stop teasing me,” she whimpers. Her voice is throaty yet soft; she’s begging me and I damn sho’ don’t want her to wait no more. I replace my fingers with the tip of my dick and rub it between her fat pussy lips. “Mmm,” she moans and I smile.

I lean in and kiss her then fall back on the bed. “Come ride this dick,” I tell her and she doesn’t hesitate. Her sexy ass mounts me and slowly takes me in, capturing my head first. “The fuck!” I groan and she takes in a little more of me.

Inch by inch, she slowly covers my dick and my eyes enjoy the show.

Her brown eyes widen then roll to the back of her head.

When she completely covers my shit, her mouth opens but no sound comes out.

Her warmth, tightness, and wetness are about to drive me fucking insane.

So I grab her hips and hold her in place.

If she moves, I might lose my shit for real.

“You feel so damn good,” she practically cries.

“Mmmm. You… too.”

Her eyes lock with mine then she grabs my arms. While holding on to me, she slowly starts her ride, going up and down with precision.

“Damn… Kassir…Ummm,” she moans as she wines and grinds on my shit.

This is all her. She is in complete control and the feeling is too damn incredible. As she rides, I hit her from the bottom, driving in and out of her until she cums. After watching her beautiful ass shake and wet my shit up, I lift up, grip her back, then roll her over onto the bed.

“My turn,” I whisper as I place her left leg over my right shoulder.

It’s the perfect angle to knock on her G-spot. Taking my time, I thrust in and out, in and out. She matches each thrust, fucking me back and gripping me each time I move out.

“Right there. Just like that,” she whines and her pretty face contorts. When she starts to tremble again, I pick up my pace. “Shit, baby. Awww. I feel it. I’m almost there again.”

Her trembling quickens and she grabs my arm with one hand and places the other on my chest. I stroke her to another big ass orgasm. It feels like my dick is caught in a rainstorm and the feeling is about to make me bust too.

Her grip on my arm tightens and she bites her bottom lip as her body shakes. She looks beautiful as shit, pure perfection. The sight of her and the reaction of her body takes me to the finish line too.

“Fuck, Rebel,” I grit as I shoot up her wet walls.

My body falls on her and she lightly caresses my back.

Breathless, we both remain like this for a few minutes.

When I finally got my shit together, I ease out of her and roll back onto the bed.

She inches closer to me then lays her head on my chest, right where she belongs. “Where’s yo’ phone?” I ask.

“What? My phone?” she asks, sounding winded and confused.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know. Why? You need to call your mom?”

“Nah. I need you to send an email,” I tell her.

Miami no longer exists for her.