Page 36 of Certified Pressure 2
I slid off him just long enough to pull my shorts off and panties to the side, then I climbed right back on, guidin’ him into me slow. The stretch had me groanin’ with my forehead pressed to his, and he gripped my hips tight like he was tryna hold himself back.
“Shit, Toni,” he groaned. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
I started ridin’ him, my ass bouncin’ in his lap as his dick filled me deep. Every time I came down, he let out a low grunt that made me move even faster. My titties was bouncin’ out my bra, and he leaned forward to suck one into his mouth, lickin’ and playin’ with my nipple until I damn near lost my mind.
“Fuck,” I moaned, rollin’ my hips slow just to feel him hit me in that spot. “You makin’ me feel crazy, nigga.”
“You drivin’ me crazy too,” he said, holdin’ me tight and fuckin’ up into me so hard the chair squeaked against the floor.
I was ridin’ him like I never rode nobody before, moanin’ his name, grindin’ down until my clit rubbed against him just right. His hands slid down to my ass, spreadin’ me wider on his lap, and I felt myself gettin’ close.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, rockin’ against him faster. “I’m finna cum.”
“Give it to me, baby,” he whispered, kissin’ me hard. “Cum on this dick.”
That was all it took. My body shook as I came, squeezin’ him tight, and he held me through it, kissin’ me everywhere, lettin’ me moan into his mouth. He kept strokin’ up into me while I was ridin’ it out, and then he lifted my body off him and came too, groanin’ low in my ear while his dick throbbed against my thigh.
I collapsed against his chest, breathin’ hard, lettin’ him hold me. It wasn’t just sex, it was passion, and the way he rubbed my back and kissed my shoulder made me feel like I was wanted for real.
But then we both froze. There was a noise outside the door, like footsteps or somethin’ shufflin’ in the hall. We looked at each other, eyes wide, and as much as I wanted to keep ridin’ him, we knew we had to chill.
“Damn,” I whispered, slidin’ off him quick.
He pulled his pants up while I grabbed my shorts and fixed my bra. We both laughed nervously, tryin’ to shake it off, but deep down I knew this wasn’t somethin’ that could stay hidden forever. If Pressure knew I was fuckin’ his cousin, ain’t no tellin’ how he would react just off the principle of the shit.
When I finally left the theater room and headed back toward my side of the mansion, my legs still weak, I felt a lil’ guilty but mostly confused. I just wanted to feel good, and with Kay’Lo I felt cared for in a way I hadn’t in a long time.
Kay’Lo had me laughin’ so hard earlier my stomach hurt. We’d been eatin’ popcorn, drinkin’, throwin’ candy at each other like kids, and he was the one keepin’ the vibe light. He ain’t just sit there either. He actually listened to me, asked about my life, cracked slick jokes, and paid attention to every word like I actually mattered. Pressure hadn’t done that lately. With him, it always felt like I was just another one in the room, lucky to catch his eye. But with Kay’Lo, I realized I didn’t have to fight for it. His focus was already on me.
That’s what had me twisted, though. I ain’t mean to fall into him, but the way he touched me, the way he held me like he really wanted me there, that shit was different. I just wanted to feel good, and with Kay’Lo I felt cared for in a way I hadn’t in a long time. My body was still twitchin’ from the way his hands had roamed, still rememberin’ the heat of his mouth when he kissed me like he’d been waitin’ his whole fuckin’ life to do that shit. It was wild, but it was soft too. The shit felt dangerous, but safe at the same time. And I ain’t know if that made me wrong or just human.
But the second I turned the corner and saw Ka’mari standin’ by my door with her phone in her hand, my whole body went cold.
She smirked at me and pressed play. The sound of my moans and the sight of me ridin’ Kay’Lo in that chair lit up her screen.
My stomach dropped.
“Bitch,” I muttered under my breath, realizin’ shit was about to get real.
I couldn’t believe what the fuck I was lookin’ at as Ka’mari held her phone up to my face. My stomach damn near dropped out my body because I knew that voice comin’ through the speaker was mine. She had the camera pointed at her screen like she was showin’ me some type of movie, but I ain’t even have to see it clear to know what it was. That was me. That was Kay’Lo. And that was my moanin’ ass all over the audio.
For a second, my throat went dry. I felt heat rush all the way up my chest, and I just stood there, watchin’ her smirk like the snake ass bitch she was.
“You a low-down ass bitch,” I finally spat, my voice comin’ out harsh, but I couldn’t hold that shit back.
Ka’mari tilted her head and sucked her teeth. “Me? Girl, please. You the low-down one. Fucking Pressure’s cousin in his own mansion, under his roof, like you really that bold.” She tapped her screen, lettin’ the video repeat, makin’ sure I heard myself loud and clear.
I wanted to snatch that phone out her hand and break it in half, but the truth was eatin’ me alive. She wasn’t lyin’. I had fucked up…Bad.
Ka’mari stepped closer until we was damn near nose to nose. “Best thing you can do is pack your shit and leave. For real. Because if Pressure find out about this? Man, it ain’t gon’ be no fixing it. Kay’Lo and Pressure are blood. They tighter than tight, twenty-six years in, and you gon’ be the one that ruin it?” She shook her head like she pitied me. “He might forgive Kay’Lo one day because hat’s family, but you? He gon’ dog you, clown you, kick you out, and drag your name on the way out.”
Her words stabbed at me, sharp and quick, and even though I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up, I couldn’t because she was right. I had come here for Pressure, really thinkin’ maybe it could be somethin’. But once I saw him all wrapped up with Pluto, Kashmere, and even his messy ass ex standin’ right here, I realized I was never gon’ be that girl for him. Kay’Lo gave me what Pressure wouldn’t. He gave me time, laughs, attention, and I slipped.
Still, I squared my shoulders. “Bitch, you ain’t gon’ scare me outta here. You think holdin’ that weak ass video over my head makes you powerful?“
Ka’mari’s smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it stretched wider. “Powerful? Nah… it makes me smart because if I gotta tell Pressure what you were doing with his cousin, it’s not gon’ end with you just leaving. It’s going to get ugly. Real ugly. And you know it.”
I hated that she was right. I hated how her words slid into my head and sat there, weighin’ heavy on my chest. I pictured Pressure lookin’ at me with that cold ass stare of his, the way he cut women off without thinkin’ twice, and I knew Ka’mari was right. He wouldn’t give a fuck about my side of the story. He’d see betrayal, and that’d be the end of it. Not just that, his relationship with Kay’Lo would be ruined.
