His words made my pussy clench, and he let out a quick gasp ‘cause he felt it grab around him.
“That’s it,” he said while he stroked deeper. “Squeeze on it. I feel all that.”
He slid one hand down, his thumb findin’ my clit while he fucked me slow at first, then faster once he felt me lift off the swing. I couldn’t stop movin’ even though I was strapped in place, and he used that to pull me into every thrust.
The pleasure was so deep I couldn’t stop cryin’ and moanin’ at the same time. It felt like he was takin’ my whole body apart and puttin’ it back together with every push.
“I’m close to bussin’ in this good ass pussy,” he whispered, his voice rough. “You feel that? This fuckin’ ring got my dick throbbin’ like crazy. I ain’t gon’ last long.”
His hips picked up speed, the swing rockin’ with the rhythm of his body hittin’ mine. His grip got tighter on my thighs. His breath got heavier, and his thrusts got deeper.
“You gon’ let me nut in you like this?” he groaned, his voice low in my ear. “Wide open, legs locked back, takin’ all this dick?”
“Yes… baby, yes…” I cried, ‘cause the pleasure was so much it felt like waves runnin’ through my whole body.
“Say it louder,” he demanded, slammin’ into me harder. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it!” I moaned, my voice shakin’ uncontrollably. “Please… please nut in me…”
He let out a deep sound from his chest, grabbed my hips with both hands, and fucked me harder, every thrust rough and deep and full of all that pressure he’d been holdin’ in.
“Fuck… Toni…” he groaned, his whole body startin’ to shake. “I’m cumin’, baby…”
He pushed deep, buried his dick all the way inside, and released with a long, heavy moan that made his whole chest collapse against my thighs. I felt the warmth flood inside me while he stayed deep, lettin’ every pulse hit me slow.
He didn’t pull out right away.
He just stayed there, pressed deep, breathin’ hard against my legs while his hands slid up to hold my hips gently now, like the wildness had been replaced with somethin’ softer.
“You always fuckin’ destroy me,” he whispered, his voice tired and full. “Always.”
I was sleep, but then somethin’ woke me up. I ain’t know if it was ‘cause I couldn’t feel Kay’Lo beside me or ‘cause the room felt off. I reached my hand over like I always do, expectin’ to feel his warm chest or his arm wrapped around my waist like he usually do, but all I touched was cool silk sheets. That alone made my eyes open, ‘cause Kay’Lo never left the bed in the middle of the night. Never.
The room was dark, but I could hear somethin’ faint downstairs, like footsteps or somebody talkin’. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make my stomach tighten with confusion. I pushed myself up slow and listened harder. That’s when I heard his voice. But he wasn’t talkin’ normal.
I slid out the bed and put my feet on the floor, my heart beatin’ fast as hell ‘cause I ain’t understand what I was walkin’ into. The hallway felt colder than it should’ve been, and every step I took made Kay’Lo’s voice clearer.
“Niggas got me fucked up,” he muttered. “Yeah, a’ight. Watch. I’mma get yo’ bitch ass before you get me.”
My breath got caught in my throat. Not from fear of him, but fear for him. I reached the top of the stairs and looked down into the open space below. The lights was off except for the glow comin’ from the kitchen, and that’s where he was.
Kay’Lo was pacin’ back and forth across the marble like he was trapped inside his own mind. His body was tense, every muscle tight like he was ready to fight somebody who wasn’t even there. He had on these black silk pajama pants hangin’ low on his hips, showin’ off the V print on his waist, and the silk shirtto match was open and hangin’ off his arms, showin’ his whole chest and stomach. His tattoos looked darker in the shadows.
He kept runnin’ a hand down his head, talkin’ low but fast. “Niggas think I’m playin’. Ain’t nobody gettin’ a drop on me. Ain’t nobody gon’ catch me slippin’. Bitch ass nigga think he gon’ try me again.”
He sounded angry but scared at the same time, like he was fightin’ ghosts.
My heart cracked a lil’ at the sight of him.
“Kay’Lo?” I whispered from the stairs.
He ain’t hear me. He kept pacin’, mumblin’ threats to nobody and lookin’ around the room like he was seein’ things I couldn’t see. His mind was somewhere else completely, and it scared me in a way I ain’t understand yet.
I finally walked down the stairs slow. “‘Lo?”
Still, he ain’t say nothin’.
He moved quicker now, breathin’ harder and cussin’ under his breath like somebody had just jumped in his face. He was talkin’ at thin air, and every second that passed made somethin’ cold settle in me.
