Chapter 8 #3
Coast’s eyes shut slowly, and she absorbed his touch. She felt bad because she’d been so moody and not giving her husband due credit. He did everything for her and Iara, and she knew she’d never be able to repay him.
“You don’t owe me nothing but the best of you, Trouble,” he said in her ear like he knew what she was thinking.
“How is it you can be so good to me and so brazen with everyone else?”
“You my wife.” Mozzi kissed her neck. “You bring out the best in me.”
“I love you, Moses Hale-Blackmoor.”
“You think I don’t know that?” he questioned before a pause. “I feel that shit every time you look at me. I know with Rara, and the wedding, all that fuck shit in between, you going through enough. I’m not trying to add to none of that. You just gotta tell me what you need.”
“Right now, I need you.” She draped her arms across his shoulders and stood on her toes.
“Say fucking less.” Mozzi stood and scooped her off the ground before slinging her over his shoulder.
Coast squealed and he carried her out of the room, slapping her round rump.
Instead of going back into the bedroom where Iara slept, he carried Coast down the hall to the game room.
Flipping her off his shoulder, he placed her on the cool leather sofa and positioned himself between her legs.
With his upper body pressed against her, he took her mouth hostage and eased his tongue inside.
“Mmm.” Coast moaned against his lips, engaging in the exchange, arms caressing his abs until she reached the growing snake between his legs.
Mozzi yanked at her panties, pulling them down and sitting up on his knees to assist. Once he had them around her ankles, he slung them over his shoulder and admired her pretty, glistening lower lips.
After having their daughter, he loved every inch of her even more.
He thought the little pudge in her stomach was sexy, along with the tiger stripes across her thighs.
Reaching out, Mozzi grabbed her thigh and pinched it before kneeling in front of her and flattening his tongue against her wet center.
“Shit!” Coast bit into her bottom lip, surrendering her head to the couch cushions.
Mozzi circled her pearl, taking his time applying pressure, then releasing.
He swirled his tongue in different directions, with Coast clawing at the couch, trying to run from him.
Grabbing both legs, he lifted them in the air and onto his shoulders.
He’d never been a pussy eating nigga, but Coast tasted like honey, and she was addictive.
She was used to waking up with him between her legs just because some nights, and he would drift right back off.
With his thumb against her nub, he applied pressure and licked her at the same time.
Coast’s stomach tightened, and Mozzi sucked every drip of her sweet sauce.
Licking along her lips one final time, he sat up and grabbed his dick to stroke.
Holding her legs by the ankles, he positioned the head of his dick right at her opening.
He didn’t enter right away. Instead, he tapped at the entrance a few times before pushing into her tight, gushy walls.
Mozzi winced from the grip of her pussy.
His eyes lit up when he pulled back and saw how wet she was on his dick.
“Gahdamn, Trouble.” He growled, using the couch for support when he dived back in and let his man pulse inside her.
His hard thrusts sent Coast spiraling with pleasure. Every tap at her love button made her wetter. Groaning from the deepest parts of him, Mozzi buried himself as deep inside her as she would allow.
“Shit, Moses!” She put her hand against his abs when he stretched her even more. “Get that shit out of here!” He growled, slapping her hand away.
He moved her legs apart and allowed himself to rest between them in the missionary position.
Coast’s ankles locked around his frame, and Mozzi long stroked her to her orgasm.
Far from lazy, she met him pound for pound.
Grabbing her arms, he pinned them above her head and took control.
Coast’s legs locked around him as he hammered into her walls and sent her to her peak.
Mozzi knew he wasn’t far behind when she pulsated on his dick.
Head spinning, toes curling, his orgasm weakened his limbs and made his chest swarm with warmth.
Sweat beaded on his torso, and his lips met hers in a passion filled kiss when he came inside her.
Whimpering, he shook off the urge to faint as his seeds spilled inside her.
Coast’s stomach caved when she came, and her climax climbed into her chest with her racing heart.
Mozzi kissed along the space between her breasts, making his way up to her neck before his supple mouth brushed over hers, and they fed each other their tongues. Slow. Passionate. Savoring.
Coast grabbed his face in both hands, extending the encounter as he slipped out of her and made himself comfortable between her legs. She hadn’t realized how bad she needed that release, and it wasn’t long before she was dozing off with his arms around her.