Chapter 10
You can’t just go around makin’ every nigga you hate a toilet. Moolah scolded himself as he did his best to have fun at his party.
It had been two hours since Benny had been scraped off the floor, and he was still fuming.
Scenarios ran through his mind on how to get back at Benny, but he kept trying to coach himself to let it go.
Really, he wanted to cut off both of Benny’s hands, harvest the bones from them, and then make those bones into a toilet.
Then him and Iskyiah could have his and hers toilets.
He shook his head. He’d always been a bit touched in the head, but it wasn’t until Iskyiah entered his life that he had dreams of turning niggas into toilets.
She was dangerous for him. Better yet, other people were in danger because of her.
Because he couldn’t stand to see her hurt, or sad, or touched by someone she asked not to touch her.
His jaw clenched again, but a soft touch on his cheek stole him from his thoughts.
“I love you.” Iskyiah kissed his lips, and he growled before deepening the kiss.
A simple touch from her little ass calmed him all the way down. She’d stayed close to him since he emerged from the bathroom earlier. She had to have known he needed her.
“I love you more.”
“I can tell you’re determined not to have fun. You ready to go?” she asked.
He grunted. He had been in a terrible mood since the whole incident. Though he tried to let it go and have a good time, it was a moot point.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”
Iskyiah nodded in understanding and turned to say her goodbyes to her friend and brother. Moolah nodded at Teyanna, who simply gave him a two-finger wave. She understood him like that, and he appreciated her more than she knew.
After Iskyiah said her goodbyes, Moolah placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her through the crowd. This time, he didn’t say shit to anyone. He was no longer even a little bit in the mood to party.
As soon as they got outside, their car pulled up. Moolah ushered her inside before he got in. As soon as the door closed, he could breathe a sigh of relief.
“Hey, you okay?” Iskyiah asked.
He felt her soft hand cover his, and he relaxed some. “I’m good, my baby. Just ready to get home.”
That was mostly true. Thoughts of Benny still plagued him, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get over that shit.
When Moolah saw Benny touch Iskyiah, he lost it.
The fact that Benny was able to leave the club alive said a lot.
If Iskyiah wasn’t there to calm him, the night would have turned out very differently.
He could feel her eyes on him, so he turned to look at her. She looked skeptical before her expression changed to lust.
“Let me make sure you’re really good.” Iskyiah took off her seat belt and slid to her knees.
Her hands grabbed for his belt buckle, and Moolah watched in awe.
She never ceased to amaze him. It seemed like tipsy Iskyiah was even freakier than sober Iskyiah, and that was something he could definitely get down with.
“Aye, big man,” Moolah said to the driver. “You like your eyes?”
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror at the same time Iskyiah popped Moolah’s dick in her mouth. Moolah groaned, but he stayed focused on the task.
“Uh . . . Y-yes, sir.”
“If you wanna keep them bitches, keep ya eyes up front.” Moolah’s head dropped to the back of the seat as his palm found Iskyiah’s head.
One thing about her, she sucked dick like she was a damn pro.
If he thought about it too long, he’d get pissed off.
Niggas before him needed to thank God every day they were blessed with what his future wife was working with.
They also needed to be thankful that Iskyiah refused to give him their names.
“Fuck, Sky.” He opened his eyes and noticed the driver looking in the rearview mirror.
Moolah frowned and tapped Iskyiah on her shoulder. “Get up, baby.”
Iskyiah frowned but did as she was told. He helped her back into her seat and put his hard dick back into his pants.
“What’s wrong—”
Iskyiah’s words were cut off when Moolah reached over and punched the driver on the back of the head.
“Ah!” The car swerved as the driver rubbed the back of the head.
“Pull this shit over,” Moolah barked.
“Lah, what’s going on?” Iskyiah asked.
Moolah ignored her, though. He was sick of niggas tonight, and unfortunately, the driver would have to pay the price.
As soon as the car pulled over on the side of the highway, Moolah said, “Get out the car, man. Stay put, Sky. I mean that.”
Moolah got out of the car and waited for the slow ass driver to meet him on his side.
The nigga was shaking in his boots, but Moolah didn’t give a fuck at that moment.
All he wanted was to get a little head from his woman and make it home safely.
Was that too much to ask, the day before his birthday, no less?
“Sir—”
“You must think I’m a bitch or something.” Moolah’s sharp voice interrupted whatever the driver was about to say.
“What? N-no.” Moolah’s fist connected with the driver’s eye. The sickening crunch told Moolah the man’s eye socket was fucked. “Ah, shit. My eye!”
“Now you got one mothafuckin’ eye to work with, nigga.
And you still need to get us home safely.
If this car so much as jerks in a way I don’t like, I’ma knock your other eyeball loose.
You got that?” The driver nodded, still holding his eye.
Even in the dark, Moolah could see the shit swelling up.
He screwed his face up and pointed at his eye. “You should really get that looked at.”
Without another word, Moolah got back into the car. As soon as he did, Iskyiah said, “What the hell, Moolah?”
Moolah looked at her like she was crazy. “What, woman?”
“Don’t what me. Why did you do that?”
“I ain’t like how he was lookin’ at you while you was suckin’ my dick.”
Her face screwed up. “It’s really not that serious. I knew he could see me when I got on my knees. I’m not worried about him, and you shouldn’t be either.”
Moolah pulled her closer to him. “I assure you, it was that serious, my baby. Don’t no man get to see you put in work like that but me. You understand?”
Moolah gazed into her eyes. She rolled them and didn’t respond.
Moolah chuckled. He didn’t care if she called herself having an attitude.
It was only because Iskyiah was overly nice.
Too nice, if you asked him. His baby was emotional and cared about everyone, which was why he tried hard not to let her see him like this.
He knew he needed to cool off, so he took the rest of the ride to do just that.
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.
“You ain’t ever gonna leave me, right?”
She shook her head. “Never.”
“I love you, my baby. I’m about to cum. Is it okay if I cum inside my pussy?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Moolah grunted as he dropped off every one of his kids inside her. He kissed her passionately before he rolled off her and went to the bathroom to clean himself up and get her a towel.
Once they were cleaned up and back in bed, Moolah held her close. Just before she drifted off to sleep, he said, “We wakin’ up early in the morning. I want to take a birthday trip.”
Iskyiah didn’t question it. She simply snuggled closer to him and fell asleep. He grinned. That was his baby.