Kahlani
“Right there, Moses,” I panted.
“Right there?”
I smiled, knowing that he was playing games. He knew that he was hitting that spot. But I went ahead and stroked his ego. “Ooooo, yes. Right fucking there.”
I arched my back further. My face was buried into the couch cushion. Moses was behind me, holding on tight to my waist as he murdered this pussy.
Ever since he got out of the hospital, I couldn’t keep him off me. I wasn’t mad, though. It was as if his near-death experience had sparked a fire in our relationship. Our love was all the way turned up now.
After a few more minutes of his slow, long, deep strokes, Moses was cumming.
“Arrrrrrgh! Fuck!” He pulled out of me, and I could feel him releasing on my ass cheek.
I sighed with relief, finally relieved of that beautiful punishment.
Moses’ dick was fat and long. You had to be a big girl to take all of it.
I loved it and was scared of it at the same time, even after years of being with him.
“Be right back,” he said.
I stood still in the middle of our living room floor as he ran into the bathroom. He came right back with a wet towel. When I tried to take it from him, he snatched it away and went to clean my cheek himself.
“You wanna go out tonight?”
“You wanna go out?” I was shocked. Moses hadn’t been out partying or kicking it since he got home from the hospital. I was glad too. Living in the hood, I had always had a fear of him getting shot. And now that he had, the thought of him going back into the streets terrified me.
“Yeah. We’ve been cooped up in the crib for a few weeks. I haven’t been able to treat you in a minute. Trenton is with my mama. Why not? Let me take my lady out.”
He then took me by the hand, turned me to face him, and threw the towel on the couch. I blushed into his sexy smirk. He was coming in for a kiss when his phone rang.
“Hold that thought,” he told me.
He went for the phone, saw who was calling, and rolled his eyes. My interest piqued, but he put it on speaker and sat on the couch with irritation all over his face.
“What up?” he answered dryly.
“Moses....” I heard a guy greet him.
“Eli. What’s up?”
“I’m in Chicago for a night. I was calling, hoping that I could get you in the studio–”
Moses interrupted him by sucking his teeth and saying, “I told you–”
“Before you say no, just listen to me. I know you’ve been through a lot. But don’t give up on your music. You’re talented, man. If I can get you a dope single to show the execs at Interscope, we can probably get a decent deal...”
Moses shook his head. I could understand his reluctance. Rah had fed him this bullshit for so long that rapping left a bad taste in his mouth.
“I’m in Chicago right now at the studio with the dope producer, Ill One...”
Even though Moses looked like he wasn’t interested, the mention of Ill One had definitely made him start listening with more intent.
“All you need to do is show up,” Eli tried to convince him. “Just give me a few hours of your time. If nothing else, you leave with a hit with one of the coldest producers on it.”
Ill One had produced most of the hottest trap songs spinning on the radio and in the clubs right now. I hated the thought of Moses being back in the studio late at night with a bunch of hoes, but I was woman enough to want him to take advantage of this.
He looked at me, silently asking me what to do.
I mouthed, “Do it!” Then I smiled at him, trying to quietly persuade him further.
After a second or two, he finally said, “Okay.”
“Good,” Eli replied, excited.
“Just text me the address, and I will be there in like thirty minutes.”
As he hung up, I was excited for him and sad for myself. Like I said, this was a great opportunity for Moses. However, it was also a great opportunity for the hoes to seep into our very happy relationship. But I reminded myself that I trusted my man.
He stood to get dressed and I started to reach for the remote, trying to figure out what I would do for the rest of the night now that I would be alone, and worried about how many bitches was in the studio.
Noticing Moses’ shadow still standing over me, I looked up.
“You comin’?” he asked.
I frowned. “Coming where?”
“To the studio, baby.”
“You want me to?” I asked, surprised.
“Hell yeah. C’mon.”
I waited until he turned and walked into our bedroom to smile from ear-to-ear.
?Niggas want me dead but I’m back to life
I might resurrect for a sec just to smash ya wife
All my niggas Gang Gang, bout that savage life
We might make any anything happen if the cash is right
Had a dream there was money with my name on it
Time to hit the next level, throw some fame on it
Bad bitches steady up and down my call log
Next to jealous opportunist that remain phony
Man... this shit ain’t for every nigga
Fam ain’t universal you can’t pose for every picture
You can’t save all yo’ money and save every stripper
My only intention is just to dick her, and never miss her
So, miss me with the dumb shit
Begging ass bum shit
Money come fast but a nigga never come quick
If she got that great great, I might have to fund rent
Then ride your dream car into the sunset. ?
“Ooooo wee!” Ill One sang as he jumped to his feet. He bounced up and down repeatedly, fists pumping in the air. “This motherfucka a banger!!”
Moses and I were sitting on the couch, bouncing our heads along to the trap beat and the sick verses that he had laid for his song, The Songs of Moses.
My baby was definitely a wordsmith and had some bangers in his catalog, but this new song right here was the shit!
It was classic trap music that would have the chicks twerking and the guys trappin’ to it.
But the lyrics had so much meaning that even the hip hop heads had to respect it.
“We gotta shoot a video for this, like right now!” Ill One was still ranting and raving and dancing to the beat.
Eli looked at Moses as he sat in a chair across from us. “You down?”
Moses’ thick eyebrows curled. “For what? The video?”
“Hell yeah,” Ill One chimed in.
Moses shrugged and pushed his locs out of his face. “I don’t know, man. My old manager handled all of that, but we ain’t rockin’ no more.”
“Did I ask you that?” Eli probed with a grin. “I asked you were you down, that’s it.”
Moses looked back and forth between Eli’s grin and Ill One’s. Then he shrugged. “Hell yeah, I’m down.”
Eli brought his hands together, happily. “Bet. We’re going to shoot a dope ass video, get people talking, and put this in the hands of some key people. You’re on your way with this one, Moses.”
Eli and Ill One happily shook hands and started talking about the details of the video while Moses leaned over into my space and whispered, “You good?”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “I’m so happy for you. This song is dope.”
“But are you good? I want you to be okay with all of this.”
I put a loving hand on his knee and smiled. “All I ask is that you don’t lose focus on me and Trent.”
“I won’t. I promise.” Then Moses leaned over and quickly kissed me.
“Then let’s do it.”