He fucked my feelin’s up, then fixed ’em with one kiss.
And I hated how much I loved that shit.
I also knew what was ‘bout to come next.
Kay’Lo was suckin’ the fuck out my titties, and I ain’t even gon’ lie… the shit felt so damn good it made my back arch off the bed. He had my whole left titty in his mouth, and his hand grippin’ the other one, and he kept switchin’ between soft licks and deep sucks like he was really tryna make a point.
I moaned his name slow, my fingers slidin’ through his hair. “Baby… damn…”
He groaned against my skin, then kissed down my stomach, leavin’ lil’ wet spots everywhere he went. His hands slid up my thighs, pushin’ them open while he kissed right above my pussy, lettin’ his breath hit me before he even touched it.
“You know I missed this,” he murmured, his lips draggin’ right by my crease. “I missed tastin’ you. I missed bein’ inside you.”
My whole body shivered. I was so fuckin’ ready for him I could barely stay still. He always did this… always took his time like he wanted to savor everything first.
He came back up my body, layin’ his chest on mine while he kissed me slow and deep, and I could feel his dick hard against my thigh. It was so damn thick, it made me gasp.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around it, strokin’ him the way he liked, slow and tight at the base. He groaned into my mouth and rolled his hips, his breath comin’ out warm against my lips.
“Damn, baby,” he breathed. “That feel good.”
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, spreadin’ my legs wider.
He nodded, slid his dick against my pussy, and I gasped a lil’ ‘cause the pressure felt perfect. He pushed in slow, lettin’ me feel every inch like he always do, and a deep moan fell outta me.
“Kay’Lo… that feel so?—”
Then somethin’ changed.
His hips slowed, his breath got weird and his stroke… softened.
At first, I thought he was just teasin’ me, but then I felt his dick start to soften inside me.
“Kay’Lo?” I whispered, confused.
“I know baby,” he muttered, tryna adjust and push deeper like he could force it back hard. “I got it. Don’t worry.”
Except… he didn’tgotit.
He pulled out a lil’, tried to thrust again, and it just felt… off. His rhythm was gone. The pressure was gone. His whole vibe felt like somebody unplugged him mid-stroke.
He stopped, leaned on his forearm, and looked down like he was tryna concentrate real hard.
I blinked. “Baby… what’s wrong?”
“Nothin’,” he snapped too fast. “Move yo’ leg up. I’m good.”
I moved it, tryna help, but the second I squeezed my pussy around him… his dick softened even more, like it couldn’t hold the blood for shit.
He dragged in a breath, frustrated. “Man… what the fuck.”
I sat up a lil’, bein’ gentle. “Baby… did you take somethin’ today?”
His jaw clenched. “The fuck you mean? I took my medicine, Toni. The Latuda shit the doctor put me on. Ain’t that what you wanted? Ain’t you the one who told me to take it every mornin’?”
My mouth fell open. “Kay’Lo… don’t do that.”
“Nah, ‘cause now my dick wanna act dumb,” he muttered, lookin’ down at it like it betrayed him. “You the one who wanted me on this shit, and now look. He soft as hell, damn near depressed. He ain’t even tryna fight for his life.”
