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My leg shook against his hand and he held it open for himself while he drove his dick into me again and again, each thrust harder than the last. His grip on my thigh tightened and his breath broke in my ear when he hit the deepest part of me.
His pace got almost frantic from the need building in his body. He pushed into me with a force that sent sparks through my stomach. He was gone now, fully in that last-minute rush where he was trying to hold on but his body was fighting him every second.
“Baby… I’m finna nut,” he groaned against my mouth as he slammed into me again. His voice had that thick edge to it that only came out when he was about to cum hard. His hips snapped forward with a power that made my nails dig into his shoulders, and he moaned when he felt me clamp around him.
This was the moment a different side of him came fully out, the one that only showed when he was seconds from releasing inside me. His whole body flexed, and his hips jerked.
Suddenly, I felt the warmth of him spill inside me as he held me, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders while he finished. He kissed me over and over, never pulling away as he came, and the emotion on his face made the moment even deeper.
When he was done, he breathed against my lips and laid on top of me gently, letting his weight settle without crushing me. His body was warm and relaxed, and he kissed me again with slow passion.
We laid there wrapped together in the mess we had made, our legs tangled and our hearts beating against each other. His hand rested on my stomach again as if he wanted to touch our baby one more time before he fell into me completely. I kissed his cheek and he smiled softly, his lips brushing mine again.
“I love you,” he whispered one more time.
And I felt it everywhere.
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
Anigga had a lot on his mind, but I was tryna keep that shit at a minimum while I sat here holdin’ my cards, blunt between my fingers, and a glass of brown on the table beside me. The smoke hung low in the air, and the whole room smelled like money, weed and cologne. Pressure, Renza, and Blaqson was wildin’ like usual, talkin’ shit across the table while we ran another round of spades in the game room.
Renza threw his cards down and looked at Pressure with that loud-ass mouth. “Nigga, you might as well go on shave that beard off and rock a mustache. Get you some dad jeans and some loafers while you at it, ‘cause you officially a family man now,” he laughed. “Two kids, plus you out here adoptin’ Zurie. You ain’t even thirty yet, my boy.”
Pressure sucked his teeth and pointed at him. “Nigga, shut the hell up. I’m happy as fuck, and I’ll do the shit all over again. Pluto could have ten of my kids if she want to. I’ll take care of every last one, nigga.”
Blaqson laughed, pickin’ up his cards. “You gon’ have this house soundin’ like a daycare, my boy.”
Pressure shrugged, cool as ever. “I’on care. After losin’ Kamir, I told God if He ever blessed me again, I would never take it for granted. Now look at me. Got my family, my peace, and a woman that’s really for me. Y’all niggas need the same thing in ya life.”
I nodded, takin’ a slow sip of my drink. I was proud of my cousin. Everything he said was real, and I felt that shit. But I couldn’t lie… while they laughed and talked, my mind kept driftin’. I was happy for my nigga, but I had my own shit eatin’ at me.
I thought about Toni. That was my baby. My heart. My headache at times. My peace—all that. I’d been thinkin’ about her damn near all day. Every time I closed my eyes, it was her face I saw, but lately, she been dealin’ with too much bullshit. Ever since that lil’ situation at the Airbnb, when her cousin and his people tried to break in and I had to handle that shit, her phone ain’t stopped ringin’. Muthafuckas had been callin’ her, blamin’ her, sayin’ she at fault, and I couldn’t stand that shit.
Every time somebody called tryna play with her, I snatched the phone and cuss they bitch ass clean out. I ain’t care who the fuck it was. Man, woman, cousin, auntie—it didn’t matter. I told all of ‘em the same thing: suck my dick and stop callin’ my woman with that dumb shit. She ain’t do nothin’ wrong. They needed to be talkin’ to them niggas that thought it was smart to come to me on bullshit.
When it came to Toni, my patience was zero. I wasn’t lettin’ nobody make her feel small or guilty. She been through toomuch. I knew the shit she went through comin’ up, how them niggas in her family touched her, violated her, and turned her heart cold. And sometimes I wondered if that was why she ain’t got pregnant yet. I had been bustin’ in her for months and nothin’. It want no baby, no scares… nothin’. Just her, tellin’ me she love me and me lovin’ her back harder every day.
Then there was my pops. He couldn’t keep her name out his mouth. He was always sayin’ she was gon’ ruin me, and sayin’ she’d use me ‘til I had nothin’ left. He ain’t know her, though. He ain’t know the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t payin’ attention. He ain’t know how she held me when I was pissed off at the world. He didn’t know how I could be ready to burn the city down, and all she had to do was touch me and I would calm down. She was my peace, even when we argued about petty shit.
Pressure noticed I went quiet. “Aye, ‘Lo,” he said, leanin’ back in his chair. “Nigga, you good? You look like you somewhere else.”
I took another sip, lettin’ the liquor burn down my throat before I spoke. “Yeah, I’m good, bro. Just thinkin’.”
He stared at me. “Thinkin’ ‘bout what?”
I looked down at my cards, exhaled some smoke, then said it. “I’m ‘bout to ask Toni to marry me.”
Renza damn near dropped his drink. “What?” He started grinnin’. “Nigga, I ain’t even surprised. The way you crazy ‘bout that girl, I been knew it was comin’. You gon’ be a married man by next week.”
Pressure chuckled and hit his blunt. “For real. I was just waitin’ on you to say it.”
I smirked, still focused on my cards. “I’m dead-ass. I’ll fuck around, and marry her ass tomorrow. Ain’t no point in waitin’. My pops don’t even fuck with her, so what I look like havin’ somebig-ass weddin’ for people who don’t even wish me well? I just want her, man. I don’t care about all that other shit.”
Pressure nodded. “Then do you. If she the one you wake up thinkin’ about, the one that calm you down when you pissed, and the one that make you wanna be better, that’s ya woman. Fuck what anybody gotta say.”
That’s why I fucked with Pressure. He always kept it real.
We kept playin’ cards, laughin’, and drinkin’, but my head wasn’t in the game no more. Renza called me out on it when I cut the wrong card. “Nigga, what the fuck? You tryna lose on purpose?”
