Rapper's Delight: The Mogul Series Book One

by Kenya Goree-Bell

  “The final song of the movie. Ghadi sent me some sound earlier today.” He smiled to himself when he heard her gasp.

  “Already?” She turned surprised eyes on him. “How many songs have you created so far?” She sat down in the swivel chair beside him, a stunned look registering on her face. He had seen it many times on producers and executives faces when he presented them with a full playlist within days of their request. What they were in awe of came naturally to him, but it also was his Achilles heel in many ways because when he was consumed with music he could think of little else until his vision was realized. Sometimes he didn’t sleep for days and he’d suffered for it. More times than naught, he found it hard to shut his brain off. He had learned to manage his time management better until he received this chance. Since he decided to work with her on this movie, he could do little else than think and breath — her. What she wanted. What she desired. Making her happy was his ultimate goal, it seemed.

  “Five.”

  “Dude, FADE, that’s incredible. Are you creating an album to go along with the movie?” Her excitement was contagious.

  “Didi…” He shook his head, laughing at her. She’d always been more excited about their music than he and Justice ever were. While they were the most critical of themselves she was their number one fan. Encouraging yet truthful, she gave her often unsolicited advice and praise without reservation. He missed that. With that thought came another darker one.

  “So now you give a damn about my music? Is it just for your sister’s benefit? Because you want her to have the dopest soundtrack spurring the release?” He watched her head snap back as if he’d struck her. Screw it. She’d been hitting him hard from the moment she sashayed her little ass back in his life making demands and threats.

  “Yep.” She rocked back in the chair, her eyes cool and assessing. “That’s exactly what I want. The way I see it. Two certified hit movies will make my baby sis a force to be reckoned with in this town. There is nothing I won’t do to help her fulfill her dream. She wants to be a top director and I want that for her as well.” She held up her hands in a ‘I don’t care’ arch and he couldn’t have been prouder of her for being no less ruthless than he.

  “What about your dreams, Delightful? What do you long for?” He hooked his foot under the ridge of the chair and brought her closer to him.

  “I’m a writer. My dreams come true along with Lovie-Belle’s. I write, and she directs. No different from you and Ghadi.” Her smile was genuine and contagious. He knew in that moment that he would do anything to see her smile like that every day.

  “For some reason I don’t think you will stop there. I don’t see you relenting until you own this town,” he laughed, thinking of how ruthless his own sister was. True, he and Ghadi were the creative minds behind their success, but Flower was the power that ran Creative Chaos. His sister, tiny as she was, made music executives quake in their boots. She was their fiercest advocate. He could see that same drive in Delightful. Nothing would get in the way of what she wanted, and he found that sexy as hell. Despite everything, he wanted to be there when she conquered the world.

  “I know you’re working on this but if you want to help me flesh out the rest of the story, we can do that as well.” She leaned away from him, reaching for the notepads that were ever present so that artists could jot down verses before they entered the booth. Creating music was an organic process. Most of the time music was created in real time over beats or a beat created in the midst of the song.

  He closed his eyes against the barrage he knew was coming. He lifted his eyes for her to continue.

  “So what do you remember about that time?” She was busy setting up the page like an outline to notice his cringe.

  “Excitement.” He hummed out a little tune, creating a space in his mind for the emotional toil. “We were just offered this space at the music festival and a tour. We were about to get an agent and manager — the whole nine. You know what it's like to be hungry and on the cusp of that big break.”

  “Umhm, there’s nothing like it. I remember pinching myself. Thinking this can't be real.” She looked up, smiling at him. They were caught in that moment. He felt it and he knew she did too.

  “There is something else I’ve never felt again.” He whispered, leaning in toward her.

  “What was that?” He wondered if she knew how she sounded… How she panted a little. How her pupils widened.

  “Kissing you. I’ve never experienced what I did the first time I kissed you until the other night.”

  “Really?” She smirked and looked down away from him, unable or unwilling to meet his eyes. It felt like a challenge.

  “Yep, and I want that again.” He’d like to say that he gave her plenty of time that he acted a gentleman. Instead, he reached over and plucked her up and put her in his lap. He waited a millisecond for the slap that never came.

  When his lips touched hers it was like the first time and the other night. Beautiful, tormented, hot. He felt a surge of heat down to his balls cascading to his dick, lengthening and hardening him to a painful to degree.

  “Open for me.” He demanded. She did so sweetly. He gripped the nape of her neck with both hands, slanting his mouth over hers. He felt starved. Hell, he was starved. It had only been days, yet he knew he’d been denied what was his, and that made him crave her more. He took her mouth like he owned it. He made her suck on his tongue only to take hers, plundering, urging her on until she whimpered against the onslaught. He nibbled her lips then back at her mouth, pulling her deeper into his kiss. He felt her squirming.

  “What do you want Delightful?” He nipped her bottom lip then went to her neck sucking the flesh there into his mouth. Hard. Marking her as his. The darkened purple bruise would be visible to all tomorrow. She clasped him, holding him there. She shifted right on his dick. She pulled away and took his lips this time sucking in his tongue, swirling and nipping him making his dick jump. She knew what she was doing. Pushing him. He would not let her off that easy.

  He pulled her back, making her look him in his eyes. “What do you want, Delightful?”

  “You,” she panted, her eyes pools of need. He could feel her hot little pussy squirming so needily on him. He felt how wet she was too and almost gave in.

  “Yeah, baby, I know that. What do you want me to do to you?” He forced himself to ease back and drop his hands loosely at her waist and give her a moment.

  “I want you to keep kissing me.” She was almost shy about it. Shy wouldn’t do for him tonight. He wanted a woman who knew her own mind.

  “Where?” He he lifted his hands and rubbed his thumb over her lips pushing in. Her hot little tongue laving him had his come rising hotly to the tip of his dick. He’d put that mouth to use, he thought, rubbing her lips. “Here?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes begging him. He dropped his hand and rubbed the wet, slick digit over her nipples. “Here?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, arching into his hand. He pinched one as he dropped his head to suck the other hardened tip through her pajama top. He felt her wetness as he sucked her deeper into his mouth. Then lifting his head, he captured her lips again before sliding his hands between her legs, pushing them apart. When he heard her gasp as he pressed his finger against the wet material of her pajama pants. “Here?”

  She rode his finger while he held her gaze. He pressed harder. “Do you want me to kiss you here, Didi?” She nodded.

  The time for playing games was over.

  “Then say it. Tell me, I want you to kiss my pussy, FADE.” He growled, moving his hand to rest on her thigh.

  She whimpered, and he saw that flash of defiance before she looked him square in the eye.

  “I want you to kiss my pussy, FADE.”

  He turned with her in his lap to the soundboard and pushed up the keys before setting her down on it. “Lift your ass up.” He ordered and saw the surprise register on her face a second before she complied. He slid her pajama pants down h
er legs and placed them under her bottom. Her thighs were silky smooth. He took his time, allowing his gaze to take in the sight that he’d only dreamt about. His breath caught when he finally reached her pussy. It was beautiful. Mine. Was the only word reverberating through this mind as he cupped and massage the plump wet flesh. His to worship. His to ruin.

  He eased his chair forward, lifted one leg to start at the ankle. He kissed, nibble and laved her all the way to her inner thigh. He was lost in her scent. His dick was ponding a beat that rivaled his thudding heart, but he was determined to make this the best for her. He moved to the other leg, beginning again. As he reached her thigh, he sucked hard again, and she gripped his head, holding him there. She arched, and he could see just how slick and wet she was for him.

  Her clit protruded, beckoning him. He placed a light kiss there. Smiling when she shivered. He squeezed her lips together and took the longest lick up the seam, lapping at the essence of her. He loved how she tasted. He wanted to drown in her sweetness. Every part of her would be his. He took his time laving one side then the other. Spurred by her gasps and moans, he lost himself. Ever a diligent student, he let her guide him in her desire. When she arched, he knew then she was ready for his tongue.

  “This pussy is mine,” he whispered against her licking inside. Her body answered as she cried out. He pushed her legs apart as he tongue fucked her. Over and over again he licked and laved her. She rose to her hips to meet his every stroke, and he gripped her to bring her closer. His dick pounded as he devoured her. He groaned as her cream came forth. He flicked her clit, lashing her as he moved his fingers to stroke inside.

  She rode his fingers and ground herself against his tongue as she came apart for him. Crying out his name, sending shocks of pleasure and torment through his system as he had never felt before. It felt so good and so right to finally be able to give her pleasure like this. To finally have what should have been his all along.

  That he’d been denied, rebuffed, and reviled was not lost on him and he felt a pang in his heart as to why.

  Easing her legs down, he swiped his face, wiping her essence over his chest. He wanted her so badly, but he could already see this would go like last time and he didn’t have it in him to fight for what she should be willing to give him.

  He kissed her other thigh, willing his body to calm down. He closed his eyes, hearing her breathing slow as she came back to herself. He couldn’t look into her eyes again and see that disdain.

  “Are you ok?” He asked, not looking at her. He couldn’t. One look and he’d be all over her.

  “Yeah.” She moved her legs as if to close them.

  He sprung from the seat, looking away from her, anywhere but at her.

  “Good.” Then unable to help himself he glanced, and she was looking up ceiling which just so happened to have a black glass that reflected everything. He saw a myriad of emotions playing across her face and knew he didn’t want to wait to see what she decided to settle on.

  He barely heard her say, “FADE” as the door closed behind him but kept walking, putting as much distance between them as possible.

  Chapter 6

  Just Incredible

  He dropped his head against the marble, letting the hot beads of the water pound down on him in a steady stream. The rush of it making a beat, he absently tapped against the smooth surface. He took deep controlled breaths, moving through the exercises he’d learned from years of therapy, trying to grasp on to his mantra to ground himself. None of that shit worked. Delightful was in every corner of his mind. He could not let her go. He could still taste her after he’d washed every inch of his body. His lust wasn’t sated after he’d brought himself to release, thinking of everything she’d let him do. His dick was still ramrod hard. His body wasn’t satisfied, and his mind was in turmoil.

  Sighing, he shut off the shower and toweled himself off. He moisturized his skin and wrapped a towel around himself. He saw that his phone was lit up. Picking it up, he looked at the message.

  Sadiq: We are staying over at my place in Beverly Hills.

  He replied with the thumbs-up emoji and tossed the phone back on the bed.

  Maybe he could get more work done. Going back to Sadiq’s studio was out of the question. He doubted he would ever be in there again without thoughts of her spread open for him as he pleasured her intruding.

  He moved to the walk-in closet where he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and grabbed socks and a t-shirt. Walking back, he stopped mid-stride when he heard the tap on the door.

  “Yeah,” he sounded weary to himself.

  “Did you get a message from Sadiq?” Her voice was muffled but there was no way in hell he was opening that door. She was his kryptonite, and he hadn’t the strength right now to see her. And of course her concern would be Lovie-Belle. It wasn’t like she’s be seeking him out on her own accord.

  “Yeah,” he sighed and rubbed his hands through his wet hair. “It’s cool. Sadiq will take excellent care of her.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she laughed, irony dripping from every word. “Are you done running from me, you big ass baby?”

  He tossed the clothes on the bed and headed over and ripped the door open. “What do your want, Delightful?”

  “Oh, it’s Delightful now, huh?” She tilted her head to the side. “I guess it’s Delightful once you get what you want.”

  “And how is it I got what I wanted?” He leaned against the doorjamb, holding his towel in place. He saw how her eyes track him. He saw that she had also showered and changed. More pajamas, another pink set, only this time they were shorts.

  “You got your taste but didn’t allow me mine,” she pouted. “Then you dipped and left me there, wondering what the hell was going on.”

  “You had this look on your face like you couldn’t decide if you liked the fact I made you come that hard,” he ground out. The very thought he had to defend himself to her made anger slither up his spine. “I don’t have time for you to figure out if it will upset you every time you let me touch you, Delightful.” He stressed her name. That’s what she insisted he call her so be it. He’d give her everything she demanded. He had a feeling she be even angrier.

  “You know nothing, FADE Snow,” she quipped. “Maybe, I thought that was the hardest I ever came, and I was wondering what you’d do next and what you tasted like?”

  “Don’t.” He dipped his head, shaking it back and forth. His control was fraying. Her scent was lifting to him with every inhale. He was salivating with the desire to taste and touch her again.

  “Don’t what?” She stepped closer. Her body nearly touched his with every rise and fall of her breasts.

  “Don’t tell me you want that unless you are prepared for me have you in every way I’ve dreamt for the last twelve years.” He reached to touch her cheek, but she turned just in time to kiss his open palm.

  “That’s exactly what I want, FADE.”

  One minute Delightful was at the threshold of his bedroom door, the next she was in the center of his bed watching as he ripped the towel off his hips. He was flawless. From the top of his head where his hair swirled in disarray, to his corded neck and broad shoulders, his long, ripped torso tapering to an adonis line that had her wanting to dip her tongue in it before she took his dick in her mouth — he was superb. A dick that sprung up from a thick nest of curly hair. So beautiful.

  The other night when she took him in hand. She knew he needed double fisting to do the job right, but damn, it would take another set of hands to cover him root to tip. Long, thick, smooth where it needed to be and crowned magnificently. His strong thighs she knew would support her amazing backward’s cowgirl move and legs that had no problem carrying her to his bed. He was perfection wrapped up in a tawny package of raw power. And he was hers. If not for the forever he claimed twelves years ago at least for the night.

  “Why are you licking your lips like that?” His arrogance made his smile sexy. He’d always had a lovely smile.
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  “Was I?” She didn’t realize she was doing it until that moment. She eased back over to where he stood at the edge of the bed. She crooked her finger, and he came to stand over her with his legs on either side as she sat on the edge. The bed was high, but he was tall so she was almost head level to his waist.

  He gasped when she gripped his dick. He moaned when she flicked the tip. She flicked it twice more. “Fuck,” he groaned as she slid her lips over the head. It was her turn to moan when he spilled a little, and she lapped him up. He was all tangy deliciousness. She felt her pussy clinch tightly in anticipation. She rubbed her thighs to ease some of the pressure, but it only made it worse. Placing both hands on his hips, she dipped her head deeper, relaxing the muscles in her jaw and throat to accommodate his large size. FADE widened his stance. She took that as a sign to get to work and took him back making him slick and wet adding her hand gliding up and down his shaft.

  “Slow the fuck down.” He gripped her hair, stilling her. Then pulled her away from him. He stepped back. He was a god standing before her in all his glory. His body was ripped within an inch of its life. He rubbed his hand down his chest over all those hard plains and hefted his dick. “To have this dick is a privilege. Turn around, lie down with your head at the edge,” he ordered her.

  “Open your mouth.” She complied, unable to do anything else under his flinty glare. “Inhale.” He was sliding into her mouth. “Exhale.” He slid deeper. “Yeah, that’s my girl.” He held there for a moment. “When I’m done, you’re going to still feel me in your throat tomorrow.” He pulled out only to return. “That’s it, Didi, take my dick down your throat.” Sliding out so slowly she could feel every ridge of him across her tongue. She could feel her own wetness pooling between her thighs. She ached. Reaching down, she touched herself. “Hell, yes.” He stroked deep into her throat. “Get that pussy ready for me.” Grabbing her throat he whispered, “The other night I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck you or choke you. Now, I’m going to do both.” He eased out until he only rimmed her lips. She kissed and licked him, so far gone on what she was experiencing that it took a moment for his words to register. “Will you let me do that to you Didi? Can I fuck your throat and choke you?” Her eyes searched his, she nodded. He shook his head and loosened his hand. “I need you to ask, FADE, will you please fuck my throat and choke me?”