ᴍᴏᴛɪᴇsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴋɪɴɢ (#1 ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟs ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ)✓

52: Tiesha And The Travel

A week had passed since Ky’Mon’s announcement.

Everything was as well as it could be—under the circumstances.

He was preparing to leave for Mexico City, a trip that had been long-planned but now felt heavy with consequence.

Killer and Zyante would accompany him, leaving Money Maker in charge of operations back home.

“I’ll be back in three days, Lil mama,” Ky’Mon had said, his voice low and steady.

“No,” Tiesha responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck. The word came from a place deeper than mere concern—something primal that begged him to stay.

He rested his hands on her hips, steady and grounding. “You and Esther stay indoors. Don’t go nowhere. No visitors, except Koko.”

She frowned at the command, but before she could say more, his fingers squeezed her ass lightly. “For your safety, Lil mama.” He kissed her forehead and fastened his wristwatch with a quiet click.

“So, what am I supposed to do until you get back if I’m not allowed to go out?” she asked, voice laced with playful frustration.

“Plan our wedding,” he answered smoothly, already putting on his shirt.

Before Ky’Mon could even register the sudden shift in energy, Tiesha pushed him back onto the bed.

His back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and she straddled him, hands firm on his chest.

“The fuck, Tiesha?” he asked, attempting to rise, but she pressed his shoulders down with gentle but unyielding insistence.

He closed his eyes as his head rested on the soft pillow, surrendering to the moment.

Tiesha’s fingers traced the dark hair just above his waistband, her touch light and teasing.

Ky’Mon’s hands found her thighs, holding her steady as he studied her face—eyes burning with desire and something softer, something healing.

She lifted her top slowly, inching her way up as she placed her hands on either side of his head.

“Lil mama, I c—” he started, but she silenced him by slipping her nipple into his mouth.

His groan rumbled deep in his throat, her hand wrapping around his already hardened shaft.

She massaged him gently, coaxing a slow, steady rhythm.

With one hand, she slid her underwear aside, exposing herself to him fully.

Ky’Mon’s gaze locked on hers—questioning, hungry, cautious.

She knew why he hesitated.

Since the Zane incident, he hadn’t touched her like this—not where it mattered most.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly.

She nodded.

He lifted his hips slightly, allowing her to pull down his jeans and briefs in one smooth motion.

His shirt followed, revealing his sculpted torso as she raised her ass above him.

Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself onto him.

Ky’Mon groaned, and she moaned in tandem, eyes closed, both savoring the moment.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy,” he muttered, voice rough with need.

Tiesha tossed her top aside, hands pressing into his chest as she began to bounce lightly.

One arm cupped her breasts, the other tangled in her hair.