“A’ight then,” I said, draggin’ my tongue back into her mouth. “I’m finna fuck you then.”
I grabbed my dick and pushed it between her thighs, slidin’ it through her lips, and the sound she made had me smirkin’. Her pussy hugged my tip, and that shit had me moanin’.
“My God… yo’ shit wet as fuck baby,” I breathed, rubbin’ myself through her again.
She was squirmin’ like she was about to cry if I ain’t put it in. “Baby, put it in already.”
I gripped my dick and guided it to her pussy, and the moment it slid in, we both gasped. She clenched up around me in a way that damn near made my back arch. My dick jumped so hard I had to close my eyes.
“Toni… damn,” I muttered, feelin’ her milk me.
I started movin’ her on my dick slow, holdin’ her ass open while she rolled her hips in circles, grindin’ on me like she was tryna fuck the soul outta me. Her gown was around her waist now, her thighs wide open over me, and every slow stroke made her mouth fall open against mine.
“Baby, I’on wanna hurt the baby,” I whispered, even though her pussy was already draggin’ me in deeper.
She pulled back and looked at me like she was starvin’ for me. “Baby, you not. Please go deeper.”
I wasn’t tryna do it at first ‘cause I knew how deep I could get and she was five months pregnant. But then she started suckin’ on my neck, draggin’ her tongue slow like she knew exactly howto unlock every bad decision in me, and that was it. My whole body tightened and I pushed deeper, fillin’ her up.
“Yes Daddy… just like that,” she moaned, pushin’ her pelvis up.
“You like when I fuck you like this baby?” I whispered, pullin’ her ass apart and slidin’ in deeper. “You like this dick in you while you carryin’ my baby?”
I pushed in even deeper ‘cause once she started moanin’ like that, it was over for the both of us.
Her breath fell into a moan. “Yes baby... I love you so much.”
I pulled her titties out and sucked her nipples slow, lickin’ around them while she arched into me. She held my head there, moanin’ my name.
“Kay’Lo… I’m about to cum… right now,” she whispered, soundin’ like he was surprised by how fast it hit her.
“Cum baby,” I whispered against her skin. “Cum on this dick.”
Her pussy started squeezin’ around me so tight I had to grab her thigh to keep myself together. She got wetter, gushin’ around me, her leg comin’ up higher, openin’ herself wider for me.
I pulled her apart and thrust up into her while she came, and that lil’ half-cry she let out made my whole nut rush up on me.
“‘Lo…” she tried to say somethin’ but it turned into moans as she gushed around my dick, her thighs shakin’ while she bounced through the orgasm.
I came right after her, pushin’ deep and grindin’ slow while my nut emptied inside her and my whole body locked up. We stayed locked together until both our breaths slowed.
She laid on me, and I wasn’t ready to let her go. I pulled her nipple back in my mouth, suckin’ it slow while she rubbed my neck.
I ain’t even gon’ lie… I fell asleep with her nipple in my mouth like a big ass baby.
That’s just what that pussy did to a nigga.
Days later…
I couldn’t stand the sight of my apartment, so I had been spending the last three nights at Dream’s. Her place wasn’t big, but it was always warm and messy in a way that made people feel like they could fall apart and nobody would judge them. Dream kept music playing low from her Bluetooth speaker like she was trying to soften the room, and Mia was rolling up on the coffee table while Dream poured more tequila into our glasses like she thought enough liquor could rinse grief out of my bones.
They were laughing at something on Mia’s phone, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was on the far end of the couch with a bottle in my hand, feeling the liquor settle in my chest, and I kept my face blank because my feelings had been embarrassing me lately. I hadn’t really been sleeping since the funeral, and I damnsure hadn’t been eating right. My stomach felt hollow all the time like grief had chewed straight through me and left nothing behind but heat. Rioh and Jaqwon were gone, and every time I closed my eyes I pictured that moment when Kay’Lo lifted that gun, and my mind would slam the door on the rest of the thought because the full picture made me feel like I might throw up.
Everybody kept telling me it wasn’t my fault, but they weren’t the ones watching my daddy crumble behind closed doors, and hearing my mama cry through the walls when she thought nobody could hear her. They weren’t the ones sitting in a quiet house where everything still smelled like my brothers, and every corner held a memory that wanted to cut me open. They weren’t the ones carrying the truth that I was the reason they went there in the first place.
I stared across the room without really seeing anything, and the smoke floating through the air made everything feel even hazier. I wasn’t present. I was sitting in my own head, replaying the same scenes I’d been stuck in for months. The guilt felt attached to my ribs, pulling at me every time I breathed, and the crazy part was I hated guilt more than I hated anything. Guilt made you weak. It made you question yourself and look in the mirror and see a monster, and I wasn’t ready to wear that title alone.
Dream glanced over her shoulder like she felt me slipping again. “Echo,” she called, her voice soft as she leaned forward. “You good?”
