“Baby please,” he moaned into my mouth. “Let me take it off.”
I exhaled long and soft, my resolve cracking the second I felt his body tremble.
“Fine,” I whispered.
He didn’t waste a second. He slid out, ripped the condom off, tossed it aside without looking, and the moment he pushed back into me bare and warm and deep, his whole body shuddered. His breath hit my ear as he groaned my name, and the sound rolled through me like thunder.
He found his pace instantly. There was no hesitation, or no struggle. Just deep, full strokes that had my nails digging into his back and my legs locking around him. His body pressed into mine like he was trying to climb deeper inside me, and the second he felt me tighten around him, he kissed me hard, like he couldn’t hold back another second.
And then he lost control.
His body pressed hard into mine, his hand gripping my thigh while he pushed deeper than he meant to, and I felt the moment he crossed the line we had just argued about because his breath spilled against my neck and his hips didn’t move the same.
“Pressure, no, wait?—”
But he was already gone.
His moan broke against my skin, his mouth still buried in my neck while his hips grinded into me through the release, holding me tight against him like he needed every inch of my body wrapped around him.
And he kept whispering my name like he was praying into my skin.
When he finally collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, the anger slid right into my chest.
“Why would you do that?” I whispered, pushing at his shoulder as I looked at him with hurt and frustration tangled together. “I told you not to. You did it anyway.”
His eyes opened slow, guilt already sitting there, but the damage was done.
I turned my head away, my chest tight, because I loved him… but this right here was exactly why I didn’t trust him to pull out.
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
I could tell by how stiff Pluto’s body was under mine that I fucked up bad, and the weight of it hit me before the air even left my lungs. My chest was still pressin’ heavy against her chest from how deep I had just been inside her, but she wasn’t holdin’ me or meltin’ into me like she normally do. Her body was laid out flat like she was tryna disconnect from everything that had just happened, includin’ me.
I kept my lips against her shoulder and tried to kiss on her soft, but she turned her head away like she couldn’t even stand the feel of my mouth on her. That shit punched straight through my chest. I knew right then I had crossed a line I never should’ve crossed.
“Baby,” I whispered against her skin, my voice low and rough. “I’m sorry. For real. I ain’t mean to go against you like that. I swear I lost control.”
She ain’t look at me. She didn’t breathe deep. She didn’t even blink like she cared what I had to say. She just pushed at my arm, firm and cold, and slid right out from under me. She sat up on the bed with her back toward me, and her knees pulled up while she ran her fingers through her hair slow and stressed, like she was tryna calm herself down before she said some shit she couldn’t take back.
Her shoulders shook a lil, not enough to call it cryin’, but enough to tell me she was fightin’ her emotions hard.
My stomach dropped. I sat up too, my hand reachin’ out on its own, but I stopped myself before I touched her ‘cause I ain’t know if she even wanted my hands on her right now.
“Pluto,” I said softer. “Look at me, baby. I’m tellin’ you I’m sorry. I swear to God I ain’t do that to spite you. It just… it felt too good. I couldn’t stop myself.”
She let out a low breath, shaky and fed up, and finally turned her head enough for me to see her face.
Her eyes was glossy, not from hurt like I broke her heart, but from frustration that was sittin’ so heavy it looked like she couldn’t even carry it.
“You’re not sorry,” she said, her voice calm but cuttin’ straight through me like a blade. “You sayin’ what you always say after you do whatever the fuck you want with my body.”
My whole chest tightened. “Baby, that’s not fair. You know I care about you more than anything. I ain’t tryna be selfish.”
“You are selfish, Pressure,” she snapped, her voice crackin’ around the edges. “You only think about yourself when you get caught up in sex. You don’t listen to me. You don’t respect my boundaries. You don’t care how scared I am of getting pregnant again. You just do whatever you want and then apologize later.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but she held her hand up and looked away from me like she couldn’t even stand to hear my excuses.
“Prestyn is one,” she said, her voice gettin’ tight as she spoke. “Kaylon is three months. Three months, Pressure. My body is still recovering. I’m still exhausted. I’m still trying to be a mother to two babies while being your wife, and you just…” She wiped her face with her hand like she was tryna push the tears back where they came from. “You don’t even think about how that feels on me.”
