Addicted 2 Moni

Calm before the Storm(pt 1)

Moni Pov

Last night was beyond amazing 😫. The way our bodies clashed, how our moans echoed off the walls, and the way his length filled and fulfilled every craving I didn't even know I had. The way he growled right before we both climaxed—whew.

Yes, the dick was bomb as hell.

And honestly, I wouldn't mind getting another round. I watch him sleep peacefully, his lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling slow. I shift beneath the sheets, wincing at the sore ache between my thighs. Everything's sore—legs, hips, even the muscles in my back. I groan and stretch out slowly.

As soon as I sit up, a familiar pressure hits me. Bladder full.

"Shit!" I squeal as arms snake around my waist, pulling me back.

"Where you goin', Moni?" Wayne mumbles in his gravelly morning voice.

"I gotta pee," I laugh, trying to wiggle free.

"Gimme a kiss first," he says. I lean down and peck his lips, then swat at him as I slip away and make a run for the bathroom.

Relief washes over me as I sit down on the toilet.

"Hurry up. I gotta go too," I hear him say from the doorway.

"Boy, you ain't think to pee 'til I got up," I tease. He's grinning, licking his lips like he ain't even hear me. As I flush and move out the way, I catch my naked, hickey-dotted reflection in the mirror. How did I get this comfortable around him?

Wayne brushes past me to the toilet.

"Ahhh," he groans, clearly enjoying the relief. I glance down, eyes trailing to his dick even as he pees. Mhm. Still thick when soft—I bite my lip.

"Better stop starin' before he require your attention," he says with a smirk. I stick out my tongue playfully and strut back to the bed.

I grab my phone, press the home button—dead. I sigh and plug it in. Dewayne follows, crawling into bed behind me and wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me in close.

"So what you wanna do?" I ask, curling into him.

"Let's chill for a bit. Then shower," he murmurs, kissing my temple.

And honestly? That's fine by me.

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Wayne rubs his hands down my back over my butt as we rinse off in the shower. I turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck, looking at the hickeys I put on his chest. I watch the water drip down his face, each drop tracing the lines of his jaw, falling from his lips like honey.

"I need you, girl," Dewayne says, his voice low as he places sweet kisses on my lips.

"Waynee, my legs hurt," I whine, pouting up at him.

"No, Moni," he laughs, gripping my ass, pulling me against him.

"I need you need you. I wanna be yo man," he says, his tone serious, eyes deep and honest. The flutter in my belly turns into a whole damn tornado. My throat tightens. I need him too.

"I—I..." My words catch. I'm lost, locked in a tug-of-war between my heart and my fears.

Dewayne kisses me, his lips soft but firm, grounding me. "It's okay. I know you battling your own demons right now. I just want you to know how I'm feeling," he says, cupping my face with such care.

I nod, and he kisses my forehead like I'm something precious.

He slides the shower door open and steps out, grabbing my green robe. He holds it open for me. I turn the water off and step into it, and he wraps it gently around me like he's sealing me safe. "Thank you," I smile up at him.