“I love you too.”
But inside, I was already preparing how I was going to break this to Toni… because tonight changed something.
And Kay’Lo was about to find out Toni wasn’t the only one he had to answer to.
TRILL-LAND, JUNGLE ESTATE
When we got home, Pressure didn’t even pretend he was about to check on the kids. The man barely let the front door close before he scooped me up and held me against his chest. He carried me straight to the elevator and pressed the button with the same impatience he used whenever he wanted me more than he wanted to breathe.
He kept his arms tight around me while we waited and lowered his mouth to my neck, sucking on my skin like he was trying to claim every thought in my head. His breath was warm,and heavy with liquor, but even drunk he tasted sweet. He always did.
I still had Kay’Lo and Toni in the back of my mind, because that whole situation sat on my spirit like a weight. Yet the way Pressure was kissing my neck… it pulled me somewhere else. It was somewhere softer and where everything I was worried about blurred around the edges.
I closed my eyes and felt his lips travel along the side of my throat. He pulled little moans out of me without trying, and all I could do was grip his shirt and breathe through the heat spreading between my legs.
The elevator finally opened and Pressure walked us out without letting go. When we reached the bedroom, he didn’t bother turning on the lights. He just laid me across the bed and pushed my dress up, sliding my thong to the side like he had been waiting hours to get to me.
I gasped when his tongue touched my clit because he didn’t ease into anything. He never did. Pressure went straight for the center of me, licking me slow then sucking my pussy deep, dragging sounds out of me I couldn’t hide if I tried. My hand found his head and I rubbed through his waves while he held my thighs open and licked me.
That’s where the world dropped away for me.
Pressure ate my pussy like he was born to do it, kissing me low and full with that warm, heavy tongue dragging through every part of me. He sucked soft at first, almost teasing, then he pushed his face deeper between my legs until my back lifted off the bed. He moaned into me like he was enjoying my body just as much as I was, and that sound traveled straight through my stomach.
I felt him gripping my thighs tighter, pulling me closer like I wasn’t giving him enough. He didn’t care that my legs were shaking or that I kept whispering his name. He held me openand took his time, sucking and licking and kissing my pussy like he needed it before he could sleep.
“Pressure…” I breathed, my voice already gone thin.
He hummed against me like that was the answer he’d been waiting for.
He started licking me in slow circles, using the flat of his tongue, then switching it up and pulling my clit into his mouth with these deep, messy kisses that made my toes curl. He always made a mess when he ate me. It was like he wanted evidence, and wanted me wet everywhere so I couldn’t pretend he didn’t know exactly how to get to me.
I slid my hand to the back of his head and whispered for him not to stop. He didn’t plan on it anyway. He hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted my hips higher so he could suck me deeper, and the way he groaned into me almost pushed me over the edge too fast.
My breaths came out shaky as he dragged his tongue up and down my slit, then circled my clit slow like he wanted to savor the way I trembled for him. My legs kept tightening around his shoulders but he just pulled me right back open again, giving me this rough little kiss that made me whine into the dark.
The room felt warm, the bed soft and his mouth hotter than everything around me. And the way he kept sucking… I couldn’t hold my body still if I tried. He knew it too, because he kept whispering against my pussy, telling me I was pretty like this, telling me to give him “all that shit,” telling me he wanted to taste me again.
Every time he talked, I felt it. Every word vibrated against me and sent another wave through my legs.
“Pressure… please…”
He lifted his head just enough to look at me, his mouth shiny with me, his eyes half-lidded and drunk, but focused like he was only here for one reason.
Then he went right back down and kissed my clit so deep my hands flew up behind my head.
I felt the climax coming fast, building so hard I had to twist the sheets just to hold myself together. He sucked harder, licking me like he wanted to take every bit of my orgasm in his mouth.
My body tensed, then broke apart right there under him, and all I could do was call out his name while he kept kissing me through the whole thing.
He didn’t even try to move away. He held my hips still and kissed me slow and deep until the last tremble left my legs.
He acted all drunk and wild, but when it came to my body, he always put intention behind every touch, lick and kiss.
Even when he was too fucked up to stand straight, he never forgot how to love me through his mouth.
Then, just when I was catching my breath and thinking he was about to climb up and fuck me, he stopped.
He stayed there for a second, breathing against my thigh, then dragged himself up my body and kissed me once before rolling over like he was clocking out of a shift.
