Chapter 36 Emani
“Baby.” Emani’s giggle was infectious. “Derrick is about to be here with your stuff.”
“He can wait,” Jahlil grumbled, pinning her hands above her head and nipping at her lips. “I’m about to leave for a week and a half, I need a little hit.”
“There’s no such thing as a little hit. You want more and more-” Emani’s sarcastic comment turned into a salacious gasp that fused into a harmonic moan. “Ohhh shiittt.”
Jahlil stuttered in her ear after thrusting into her depths. Emani’s pussy gripped his dick covering him with her heat. “And more and more and more. That’s right and you know that shit, Rose. Got me wanting to live inside your skin.”
Emani bit and swiped her tongue over his lips. “I-I mmm. I know. I do too. Ssss.”
“Open up for me, Rose, let me in.”
She nipped his chin, spreading her legs open and around his shoulders. “Dive in, baby.”
Emani watched as Jahlil leaned in, letting go of her wrists and wrapping his arms around her legs. Pump for powerful pump, he pushed her body closer to the headboard.
“Yes, Savage, yes,” she groaned, gripping the sheets for something to cling to. “Fucckkkk yessss.”
“You so damn beautiful, baby. So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whimpered. The grind of her hips and pulsating of her walls were threatening to end their romp prematurely. “You trying to test me?”
“Uh uh,” Emani groaned.
Jahlil pulled out and dropped to his back, grabbing Emani in the process and placing her on his face. “Ride this shit, Rose.”
She smothered him, not giving a damn whether or not he could breathe.
Thighs tightened around his head, yoni rocking over his face prompted Jahlil to smack and jiggle her cheeks while he gave her a tongue lashing.
Giving him the show she needed to play on his mind the nights he was away from her, Emani turned around.
The view of her pretty round ass on his face made his lips turn into a smile against her center.
His dick in her mouth, she took control, doing exactly what he claimed she wasn’t doing moments prior.
Playing with him. Emani sucked, bobbed, and spit while Jahlil sucked, kissed and slurped.
Pleasure flowed through their beings. Emani unglued herself from him to crawl down his body to ride him reverse cowgirl.
Her wet hands pressed against her knees as she rolled her hips and bounced.
Jahlil’s hands gripped her hips and groaned with every bounce and squeeze. Seductively, Emani looked over her shoulder, nipping her lip. “Go ahead, baby, make this pussy cream.”
“Got dammit, E,” he gritted, losing all control of himself.
“Do it,” she moaned. “Watch it cover this pretty dick, Daddy.”
She bounced and double squeezed, watching his toes curl. His hold on her hips tightened as he slammed her down on him. Every slam, he shot his load inside of her. Emani’s hands pressed against his legs and she slow grinded against him so she could watch the slow ooze of their love on his length.
“Dammit, Emani,” he groaned, spent.
“Say it,” she encouraged.
“Best fuckin’ pussy.”
She giggled and moaned. “I know. And it’s yours. Bring us home those wins.”
“I’ll bring you whatever you want,” he panted, lazily smacking her ass. “Whatever you want.”
After they were cleaned and put back together, Emani sat on the couch, curled up watching Derrick and the new stylist she’d hired for Jahlil pull looks off the rack.
“I can appreciate that you didn’t fuck your hair up until after the game,” Derrick muttered, leaning behind her.
Emani lazily laughed. “You weren’t going to cuss me out.”
“I’m very happy you listen. Shit, big daddy make you listen huh?” Derrick joked.
“Maybe,” Emani crooned. “But since you’re here, you want to fix this before my session tonight?”
“Session?” Derrick asked, clutching his imaginary pearls before hopping over the back of the couch to sit behind her. “Tea. Give me. The label pulled you off the shelf?”
Emani leaned into him and swayed her head. “Nope. Ran into Jay Lucci last night and considering the man let me run off without paying for some product, I’m going to see if maybe this could be something.”
“There is no maybe, my love. You haven’t realized that by now everything in your life happens in a divine order?
First you got to jump off the ledge, then you fall and stumble to strengthen yourself, then you walk through the darkness into the fire to refine yourself and to see who you are at the core of it, and then the light.
You stand in that so you can guide someone else through.
You, my favorite, are right where you’re supposed to be when you’re supposed to be there.
I want to hear something too. Proud of you, baby. ”
Derrick kissed the top of her head. “Let them figure out the game day stuff, you come with me so I can get you back to bad bitch and not a post-fuck mop.”
“Don’t overthink it,” Jahlil’s voice flowed through the speakers of the car.
“I’m not,” she whined.
Emani sat in her car and chewed on her lip.
She was late by an hour and she used the kids as an excuse.
Andrew’s homework, Sanaa’s hair, gossiping with Aunt Violet about her little date.
Anything and everything to avoid not showing up on time.
Until Jahlil called after arriving to Drayton City and told her in the sweetest, most demanding way to get her ass to the studio.
Jahlil’s smooth laugh filled her ears. “You are. You’re still in the car. What you afraid of, being great or failing?”
“Failing,” Emani softly replied.
“Failing is a part of the story. It’s a part of you being great. You’ve failed already, that part’s over. Now go be great.”
“You sure?”
“Baby, I am as sure of that like I’m you’re mine. My baby ain’t no mediocre bitch. Isn’t that what you said?” Jahlil asked, before he rapped the lyrics. “Never been a mediocre bitch I see it and I go get my shit.”
Emani softly laughed. “I did say that.”
“So get out of the car and go get that shit with your fine ass. If you need another reminder, call me back. If I don’t hear from you until the morning, I’m going to assume you’ve locked in.”
She sighed in thanks. “I love you.”
“I love you more. Twist your ass inside and do what you were created to do. I’ll call you in the morning before practice.”
Emani blew a kiss toward the camera, hung up, and pulled in a deep breath. “Let’s go get it.”
She roamed into the building after the security guard nodded her inside.
“Lucci is expecting you in studio A.”
El Jefe Records embodied the spirit of Los Oceania.
White, black, and blue photos on the wall chronicled Lucci’s rise to fame.
Images of Husten and the surrounding blocks.
Sapphire blue painted walls. Polished white floors holding the El Jefe emblem invoked a sense of pride in her.
Before her emotions could run amuck, she inhaled.
The faint scent of Azul Kush hit her nose and she followed it down the hall and a set of blue-covered stairs.
At the end of the hall, she spotted the blue light.
RECORDING. The beat knocked against the walls and as she crept in, it hit her ears and made her chest swell.
The ribbons of Azul Kush welcomed her to the magic Haddon and Lucci were cooking up.
She eased her way in, not wanting to interrupt a session already underway.
As she slipped into the blue lit room finding Haddon bopping his head to the music and Lucci standing directly behind him, she spotted a woman scribbling away in a notebook.
Charlie was the first to spot her, lighting up when he saw her face.
“Emani Rose,” he greeted, standing up to hug her. “About time you brought your ass down here. Security said you pulled up thirty minutes ago. You good?”
She hugged him and then gave him a half smile. “Yeah I was trying to get myself together.”
“Oh the big bad blue rose got a little bit of cold feet. Who knew? Lucci! Look who came out of hiding,” Charlie called attention to her.
Jay Lucci turned around finding her familiar face. “If it isn’t the queen of LO. How you doin’?”
Emani chuckled and shrugged. “I’m here.”
“Fuck you nervous for? I swear you rap better than you sell drugs,” Lucci said with a silly grin. “I gotta know, did you ever unload that pack?”
“I would tell you but I must protect the innocent,” She laughed. “Who knew I wasn’t cut out to be a drug dealer?”
“We did,” the trio of men said.
“Got that full ride and before I knew it, your ass was blowing up. Global superstar.”
She smiled. “I mean I can JoyCash you for your losses but it don’t look like you need it.”
“Like I said already, you know good and damn well I handled that shit. You were never supposed to be on the streets anyway. But I do know how you can make this shit square,” Lucci shared with a smirk.
Emani popped a perfectly-arched brow. “How?”
“Girl, get your ass in that booth and stop acting like that,” Haddon spoke up. “You thought you were just supposed to sit here and be cute?”
“I meaannnn.”
Haddon kissed his teeth. “Yeah, you cute, but that ain’t why you here. And honestly, I just watched your nigga put up sixty in the Crystal Ball, I ain’t fuckin’ with him.”
Emani laughed and took a seat by the woman scribbling on the pad. “Emani.”
“Normani,” she softly replied. “You’re prettier in person.”
“Thank you so much.” Emani’s brows pinned before she gasped. “Normani like award-winning songwriter Normani? Oh my God. You’re beautiful by the way.”
Normani smiled. “Thank you. Please don’t gas me up. I’m struggling right now.”
Emani leaned in and whispered. “Me too. I’ve been stuck in my head for almost a year.”
“We’re about help both of y’all with that. Get in the booth, E,” Lucci directed.
“I don’t even know what this song is about,” Emani played like she couldn’t rap about a brown paper bag being crumbled.
“Rebuilding. Exactly what you doing right now,” Lucci said, nodding toward the booth as Normani gently nudged her.
“Ride that beat, girl,” Normani softly shared.