Page 19 of Kassir and Rebel
Her juices damn near drown my dick and the feeling is incredible. As much as I want to stay right here, inside of her, I can’t hold my shit much longer. My hands move to her inner thighs and I spread her legs a little wider then plunge in as deep as I can go.
“Damn, Rebel,” I growl as I feel my nut building. Trying to delay it, I slow my stroke game but that shit doesn’t work. She cums hard as fuck and the warm gush makes my damn leg weak. “Fuck!” I groan as I bust.
“Mmmm,” she purrs.
I plant a quick peck on her lips before I collapse onto my bed beside her. As I try to catch my fucking breath, she slowly inches closer then eases her head onto my shoulder. No words are exchanged. Naked and satisfied as fuck, she rests on me as my hand rubs all over her body. She yawns, then I yawn too. Before I know it, I’m drifting off, content as fuck ’cause Rebel is finally back where she belongs.
“Nunca te dejaré ir, hermosa,” I whisper because I’m never letting her beautiful ass go again.
Wakingup to Rebel’s soft ass body on mine set my fucking day up. Before she showered and I dropped her back off at The Drexel, she climbed onto my dick and staked her claim. She rode me until my fucking toes curled and my dick was drained.
As I watch her fine ass damn near float around this ballroom in her body-hugging blue dress, I shake my head at the memory.I got my baby back.
“You do know Miss Chandra is the bride, right?” Teaira, Rebel’s homegirl, says, distracting me from my girl.
“Bruh, what?” I ask, annoyed. Her lips were flapping but I barely heard her.
“The bride is Miss Chandra, not Rebel,” she says while grinning and I ignore her.
We are at The Drexel for Miss Chandra’s reception and this whole ass ballroom is packed. All of D-Ville came out to show love to her and Mr. James. Leem isn’t here though. There was some emergency with Yah’s people so they had to miss. I got here a little early with Rebel. We came straight here from the courthouse to make sure everything was perfect before the couple arrived. Rebel doesn’t play about Miss Chandra, so by extension, I don’t either.
“You good?” Rebel leans in and asks. She just walked over to our table.
“I’m straight but you need to sit down and eat,” I tell her.
She’s been on go since we walked up in here, directing the caterer, setting up the candy station, and directing Miss Chandra’s other foster kids when they started rolling up in here.
“Kassir, I’m good,” she insists.
“Nah. You not though. Sit. I’ll get you a plate,” I say sternly and her stubborn ass finally sits down.
After kissing her lips, I get up to get her some food. They are serving real ass food here too, not that cute shit that won’t get folks full. They have ribs, fried chicken, mac-n-cheese, greens, potato salad, yams, and honey cornbread. Those caterers threw down and I already had two plates.
“Back again,” one of the servers says when I reach the food tables. She was flirty and shit when I got my first plate and she’s been eyeing me since.
Shutting her thirsty ass down, I say, “For my girl this time, though. My baby likes white meat so give me two wings.” The smile on her face drops quick as hell. “No mac-n-cheese though,” I add as she fixes Rebel’s plate with an attitude. “You can keep the attitude too, lil momma,” I say and she rolls her eyes.
The woman in charge peeps her attitude then rushes over. “I got this, Tam. Anything else, Serious?” she asks as soon as she takes the plate. Obviously, she knows me but I can’t place her.
“Just some yams and a piece of cornbread. ’Preciate it.”
“No problem and I’m sorry about her,” she says while passing Rebel’s plate to me.
I take it then grab a glass of lemonade from the drink station. When I make it back to the table, Rebel’s pretty ass isn’t there.
“Where she at?” I ask Teaira and she sighs. “Where?”
“She went out there,” she says while motioning to the main entrance. “Cameron is here.”
“Who the fuck is Cameron?”
“Her ex. He just sh—” she begins but Rebel’s plate is on the table and I’m heading out the ballroom before she finishes her damn sentence.
When I first walk into the hall, I don’t see her, but then I look down the hall and see her outside. The nigga is too fucking close to her and his hand is holding her arm. I fade to black and stormdown the hall out the door. I don’t say shit. With a quickness, my fist just connects to his jaw and he falls back, hard.
When I step to ol’ boy, Rebel grabs my arm to try and stop me. “Kassir!” she yells but I don’t hear her. My focus is on him and handling his ass for touching what belongs to me. Ignoring her, I raise my foot to stomp him but she grabs my arm again. The slight distraction buys him some time and he hurriedly scoots back. My shoe lands on the pavement instead of him.
“Fuck!” I scoff, mad as hell, then turn and glare at her.
