Page 14 of Krist and Moanie (D-Ville Projects #3)
My answer was simple. “Everything.” I meant that shit with my whole chest too.
“So imagine my surprise when I heard you and your busted ass friends had intentions of fucking with her? Yeah, that got my blood boiling, but I don’t put my hands on women and I damn sure wasn’t about to have her out here fighting you.
With that being said, take this ass whooping as a lesson.
If you even think about touching mine, I’ma pay Cuz here to hospitalize your ass every time.
Then I’ma pay the ambulance workers to drop your ass off in an alley.
Stay your ass away from Moanie. As a matter of fact, when you see her, you don’t even fucking know her. You lost that privilege.”
She was about to speak, but Lexie did as I paid and pounced on her. For about three minutes straight, Lexie beat Alley’s ass and not a soul stepped in. Some lessons had to be taught and learned the hard way.
I spent a little bit longer and watched the ambulance take Alley. I made sure they took her ass to a different hospital because I didn’t want her in Moanie’s face with that shit.
When I finally made it to the barbershop, DK was acting more affected by my decision than me, but once he started cutting, he didn’t stop until he was finished and I was lined up.
By the time he brushed me up, it was time for me to get Moanie. From the moment she got in the car she had been mugging my ass. You would’ve thought I cut her hair from the way she was acting. She got over it a little after I fed her.
“I can’t believe you cut your hair,” Moanie whined hours later, running her hands through the mass of curls atop my head. After we ate, we came to her house because she needed to change and grab her bag, but we ended up settling in.
“Shit needed to be done. ’Specially since my girl had me walking around this motherfucker in a ponytail,” I said just to fuck with her.
She shook her head. “Not true. I told you I was gonna braid it this weekend after I oiled your scalp. You’re just impatient.”
“Maybe, but honestly, it was time for a change. Figured why not?”
I laughed and lay back on this pink ass couch with her straddling my lap. There was nothing I loved more in this world than downtime with her. There was something about just being near her in a space that consisted of just her and that put my mind to rest.
“It’s okay. When I have a son, he’s gonna keep his hair. All of it.”
“Hell nah, yeen about to have my son walking around here with his hair all over his fucking head. Nope, dead mission.”
She pursed her lips. “How do you know I’m having your son? Could be somebody else’s.”
“Fuck outta here. Yeen going nowhere Moanie … Only baby or babies you have will be for me when the time comes, because that shit is meant.”
Sometime later …
She was in my arms, body pushed up against my chest as we sat parked on a beach way too far from the crib. She wanted different, so I gave her that. Dinner at one of those fancy ass restaurants, then watching the sunset from the beach. She could get that a million times over.
“This is so beautiful.” She lifted her head and pushed her face into my neck, sniffling around before I felt her lips. Usually on a day like today, I would’ve been at the DP block party, but when we woke up, Moanie kept talking about a fucking beach and something different from our norm.
I caressed her back, too caught up in having her in my arms. I had never felt this way about a woman, let alone anyone, but baby girl was one of one . There was only one her who could get this type of shit out of me.
“Give me something.”
I knew what she was asking for and somehow my words found themselves together, forming the something she wanted.
“I’m not used to this
Heart racing like suicides
Abnormal feelings, it’s altering my temperature
You walk in, the words stop, time pauses
Breathless and weak in the knees
What you done to me?
Got me questioning I do
Yeah, it’s you
Nothing about it cool
’Cause baby I’m becoming a fool
Matter fact, a damn fool for my Honey Bun baby.”
She nodded, holding on to me tighter before I felt her reach between us and grab my hard dick through my shorts. “I wanna feel you inside of me.”
“Then do that.” My tone came out guttural and thick because I wanted to be inside of her too. I had been craving that connection since she first climbed onto my lap. Why we were in the back seat, I didn’t know, but it was comfortable and now heated.
She giggled, then leaned forward before using one hand to push her underwear to the side. She maneuvered down on me, her center feeling like it was made for me and her mouth open, begging me to take hold of it.
“F…fuckk,” she cried out, pausing when she reached the base.
I could tell when she finally found her rhythm because she maneuvered to get more comfortable before thrusting her pelvis forward, arms wrapped around the headrest.
“Slow down, Moanie,” I said, burying my teeth into my lip. She knew what she was doing, jerking back and forth.
“Mmmmm,” she cried, pushing her hands flat against the roof of my truck. “I cannn?—”
My hands found her hips, tryin’ to control her wild ass motions, but that didn’t do shit. She was chasing a wave, eyes closed, grinding to a beat in her head that had me about to bust inside her.
“Shit, you better slow the fuck down.” I held her side and began thrusting upward into her because I felt that shit building.
“Krist, baby, I fee—” she cried when I took control of the situation, not bothering to slow down.
“Nah, take this shit. Don’t bitch up on me now.” I was ending this session so she could see this sunset and we’d take our ass home. Didn’t matter whose house, I was just tryna lay up and be out of the way.
“I am…I am,” she screamed, body shaking, letting me know she was cumming, which I expected.
“Cum with me, baby, please,” she begged, and just because my shit belonged to her, I came moments later, nutting all up in her, knowing damn well we’d discussed kids and how neither of us were ready just yet.
Oh well, she shouldn’t have hopped on the dick.
She held on to me tightly, body quivering with every motion while she tried to catch her breath.
“Told your ass to slow down. Now you fucked up.” I chortled, my hand resting on her hip because I knew she wasn’t getting up for a minute.
She chuckled lightly. “Fuck you Kri—wait, baby this is you?” she paused and hopped off my dick with the speed of a fucking meta human.
I didn’t realize what she was saying or doing until she reached half of her body between the seats of my front seat, turning the radio up.
It was then that I heard the familiar melody and beat drop of “HS”.
It was the only song I had rewritten and recorded a total of three times after the mixtape was done.
My mixtape dropped early last week. I sat on it long enough before finally asking myself what the hell I was waiting on.
Moanie was back in my lap seconds later. Lips rapping my lyrics word for word, then she pressed those soft ass lips against mine and pulled back, laying against the console, grinding her body to the beat of the song with the lyrics on her tongue. Damn.
Your light shines through my darkness
Still holding heat, but I’m holding you too
The block knows I’ll still slide, but baby you my stay
You worth more than all my stripes anyway
You love me through the danger
All storms
And even through my rage
I’m yours forever, from the cradle to the grave…
The End