Page 85 of Certified Pressure 4
I looked at her belly, then back at her like she was crazy. “Hell nah, bitch. You tryna get both us in trouble? Pressure gon’ come out here swingin’.”
She giggled. “Girl, please. He let me hit it sometimes. Just a puff or two when I’m feelin’ sick. It ain’t gon’ hurt nothing.”
I hesitated but finally passed it to her. She took two slow pulls, then handed it back. “See? I’m fine.”
I laughed. “You somethin’ else.”
We sat there quiet for a minute, just listenin’ to the crickets and the faint music floatin’ from inside the mansion. Then my phone lit up, and it was a text from Kay’Lo.
Get ya ass in the room.
My heart fluttered. No matter what we went through, that man always had a hold on me. I looked at Pluto and said, “A’ight, girl. I gotta go. Thanks for talkin’ to me.”
She smiled. “Anytime.”
I stood up, stretched, and walked back into the mansion, my body still hummin’ from the talk, the weed, and everything else. Whatever happened next, I knew I wasn’t ‘bout to lose my nigga.
As soon as I made it to the room door, I could feel him before I even saw him. Kay’Lo was already standin’ there like he been waitin’ on me the whole time. He had that look on his face that always made my body react before my mind could catch up. He was tall, fine, shirt off and skin glistenin’ with tattoos all down his chest. The light from the lamp hit his skin just right, and I swear he looked like the type of trouble I wanted the get into.
He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, just watchin’ me.
I walked inside slow, keepin’ my eyes on him. The second I passed him, I turned around, and he was already close enough that our chests brushed.
He looked down at me with that smirk sittin’ on his lips like he already knew I was about to fold. “Wussup, baby?”
“Wussup?” I asked, tryna keep it cute, but he could already see it in my eyes.
We stood there quiet for a second, just starin’ at each other. All the shit we been goin’ through, all the tension, all the hurt, it was like the shit ain’t exist no more. It was just me and him, breathin’ the same air. He slid his hands down to my waist, grippin’ me tight, his fingers diggin’ into my skin like he missed touchin’ me. I let my hands rest on his chest, feelin’ his heartbeat heavy under my palms.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He pressed his lips right next to my ear when he said, “I love you more.” His voice was smooth and deep, and when he said it, I believed him.
“I’m not goin’ nowhere,” I told him.
He gripped my ass tighter, his breath hittin’ my neck. “You bet not,” he said with that lazy grin that always did somethin’ to me. Then he kissed me.
The kiss got heavier. My hands slid up to his neck, my fingers tanglin’ with his chain while his lips moved against mine. He gripped me tighter, one hand slidin’ up my back while the other stayed on my ass, keepin’ me close. The way he kissed me made me forget about the tension we had. It was like all that pain turned into passion.
He lifted me up with ease, my legs wrappin’ around his waist before I even thought about it. He turned, layin’ me on the bed and hoverin’ over me. His eyes looked down into mine, dark and hungry. “Tomorrow, we goin’ to look at houses,” he said between kisses.
“For real?” I asked, starin’ up at him, a lil’ breathless.
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s time for me and you to have our own spot. Just us. I told you we was gon’ eventually do it, baby.”
Before I could even respond, he kissed me again. His tongue brushed mine, his hand slid down my thigh, and every touch felt hot.
I turned over, gettin’ on top of him. I slid down between his legs, my hands restin’ on his thighs while I looked up at him. The way he was watchin’ me made my stomach twist. His eyes was low, his jaw flexed
“Go ‘head, baby. Do ya thing,” he said, his hand caressin’ my face.
I pulled his sweatpants down slow, my nails grazin’ his skin as I freed his dick.
He let out a low groan the second my lips touched him. I took my time, lickin’ the tip first, then slid my mouth down on him, nice and slow. His hand came up, his fingers runnin’ through my hair while I moved my tongue in circles. I loved hearin’ the way he breathed when I had him like this.
I pulled back just enough to let a long string of spit fall from my tongue, lettin’ it drip right down his shaft before I wrapped my lips around him again. I stroked him with both hands, twistin’ and jerkin’ him while my mouth worked the top. My spit ran down my hands, my chin, even his thighs, and I let it get messy ‘cause I knew he loved the shit.
“Mmm,” I moaned around him, my lips slidin’ up and down slow, then faster, suckin’ him like I wanted the whole dick in my throat.
