“Why are they still calling to begin with?” Coast demanded. “Have you not made it clear enough, or are you trying to keep everyone happy for when you decide you’re ready to deal with them?”
“It sounds like you already made up in your mind what it is. So, why don’t you tell me, Trouble?”
“Go to hell!” She turned and stormed back into the bedroom.
Stripping down to nothing, she grabbed the clothes Ayla provided so she could change quickly and try to catch an Uber the hell up out of here. Mozzi stepped into his room after securing a watch and tennis chain and stopped dead in his tracks. Coast had all her lady lumps out, and his dick immediately stretched when he saw the pebbled nipples on her perky breasts. They’d been spending all this time together, and he’d never seen her without all her clothes on. She had little tiger stripes on her thick thighs, and he wanted to grab her ass in both hands and bring her down on his dick.Fuck!Instead of arguing with her like he intended, he snatched her by the wrist, but she jerked away from him like he was fire and faced him.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Coast snapped.
“Calm the fuck down!” Mozzi nudged her onto the bed, and Coast landed on her elbows.
A deep scowl hardened her face, but that shit was sexy. Stepping between her legs, he grabbed one of her thighs to give it a squeeze before applying kisses along her ankles, then her calves and upward until he reached her glistening pussy lips. Her heart raced in her chest when he reached down and thumbed her bud.
“Mmm.” Coast bit into her bottom lip and collapsed in his bed.
Mozzi grabbed both ankles and positioned her with her knees in the air so he could admire her leaking pussy. He kissed along her inner thighs before pressing the length of his tongue against it and diving into her sweetness. Fingers clawing into the sheets, she almost came on contact. She couldn’t remember the last time she had sex, and Mozzi wasn’t playing fair. His tongue swirled and sucked on her pearl until the pressure in her stomach ruptured, sending a shocking orgasm through her loins.
“Good girl,” he mumbled against her lower lips, still eating her up like he hadn’t sent her over the mountain.
“Oh, shit… I’m about to c-cum ag-again…” Coast whined.
“Let that shit go. Feed me, baby.”
“Fuckkkk!” she screamed, her sweet nectar spilling into his mouth.
Mozzi was no stranger to eating the box, but he was selective about who got those privileges. He didn’t trust Lin because he knew how she got down, which is why they always wore condoms. If he was drunk enough, Gill or Roni might get it, but Coast was addictive, like a drug. He cleaned her up, but she was still wet as fuck, and his dick was standing at full attention. Legs trembling, nipples looking like perfect Hershey kisses, he admired every inch of her, including that little pudge in her stomach where the baby was making room inside her.
He positioned himself between her legs and draped his body over hers on the bed. Coast was trying to regulate her breathing as her mind spiraled with what he’d just done to her. All her woes seemed to flee the minute she came on his tongue, and now she was staring at the ceiling and panting slowly. Mozzi’s hooded eyes searched hers, and he stole a kiss off her plump lips. It wasn’t enough. His tongue slipped between her lips, and she draped her arms over his shoulders to pull him in closer. Hands on her waist, he dug his fingers into her soft flesh.
“I’m where I want to be,” he told her between kisses. “Now, put some clothes on witcho fine ass.” He pushed away, leaving Coast flustered and propping herself up on her elbows as he went to his dresser to spray himself down with his Versace cologne.
“That’s not fair!” She pouted.
He had worked her up, and she was expecting his dick to stretch her open, not for him to pull away so easily, although the print in his jeans said otherwise. A fucking monster had grown there. As bad as he wanted it, he knew now wasn’t the time.
“You said you was hungry, right?” Hiking a brow, he glanced at her over his shoulder, and Coast reached for one of his pillows off the bed.
“You asshole!” she yelled, then winced because the move made her arm hurt when she tossed it at his head.
Mozzi ducked to avoid being hit and tittered when she snatched up her clothes and stomped to the bathroom.
“I fucking hate you!” She slammed the door, and he only laughed harder.
“Crazy ass. You just got fucking shot! Simmer down! You got five minutes to bring yo’ ass on, or I’m eating without you!”
When the group arrived at Soiree, it was clear to everyone that there was something amiss with Mozzi and Coast. She chose to ride with Ayla, Kong, and the kids for one. Mozzi didn’t mind. He hotboxed it all the way to the destination with his music on blast. He knew she was hot, but he had to fall back from all that lovey dovey shit for a minute. Kong put out a mass alert to pull all their soldiers for a meeting tonight, and he hadn’t stopped wondering who exactly came for him. With his lineup, there was no telling. His phone rang, and Moose’s name popped up on the dash inside his car as he whipped into Soiree’s parking lot behind Kong.
“What’s up, knee gro?” Mozzi greeted him.
“Where you at?”
“Pulling into Soiree for a minute,” Mozzi replied.
“Coast with you?” Moose questioned.
“Nah. She in her fucking feelings, so she riding with Kong.”
Moose snickered. “The fuck you do?”
