10. Pressure Mensah
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
I t was past midnight, and I was on my balcony, shirtless, leanin’ against the rail with a glass of D’Ussé in one hand and my blunt in the other.
The sky was dark, but the jungle estate stayed lit, my pool down below glowin’ green.
I took another pull of the God Smoke and let that shit swirl around my lungs before I blew it out slow, my eyes low, body heavy and mind racin’.
Eliminations was in the mornin’, and I still ain’t know who I was gettin’ rid of.
A few of the women had stood out—some for the right reasons, some for all the wrong ones. Imani stayed tryin’ to make everything a moment. Toni had a little story that made me feel some shit, but it was Pluto I kept thinkin’ about. That damn virgin…
She told me that shit with her eyes low and voice soft like she wasn’t just droppin’ a bomb. That shit had a nigga thinkin’ all day.
I couldn’t lie—it felt good holdin’ her last night. I liked the way she curled into me, and let me be her peace for the night. I hadn’t held a woman that tight since Ka’mari.
But damn…. a virgin?
Man, that shit sounded good on paper, but I ain’t gon’ front—I need a woman who know how to work that pussy on me, and who not gon’ flinch when I tell her to bus’ that shit open.
I need a woman who gon’ turn over and take this dick with no hesitation.
That soft, slow shit is sweet and all… but sometimes I want nasty… real nasty.
I took another sip, my eyes still locked on the glowin’ water.
Then I peeped movement.
Somebody was walkin’ through the yard toward the pool. She had a slim waist, hips movin’, bottle in one hand, cup in the other. She had on a lime green bikini, the strings ridin’ low on her hips and barely holdin’ her ass in place. I leaned in, squintin’ just a little through the smoke.
Her brown skin was pretty as hell. Even from up here, I could see that shit shimmerin’ under the lights like honey.
Her thighs was thick, and smooth, her titties sittin’ up with no shame, full and round like they’d taste sweet on my tongue.
That ass was crazy too. It looked soft but sittin’ real nice, like it bounce back when you grip it.
Mmh…
My curiosity got the best of me.
I put my glass down, grabbed my bottle and lighter, and took the rest of my blunt with me. I slipped into my Balenciaga slides and took the elevator downstairs, takin’ my time like I wasn’t pressed. But I was. I needed to know who the fuck this fine ass woman was. I needed a closer look.
When I stepped out by the pool, she was already sittin’ in the hot tub, her drink restin’ on the edge, her lips wrapped around a red straw. She had one leg tucked under the water, the other stretched out just enough for me to catch a lil’ peek at her hip tattoo.
I lit my blunt again and walked up quiet.
She turned her head a little, then smiled. “Oh, we sharin’ this tub now?”
I smirked and pulled my slides off. “That a problem?”
“Nah, but I charge for company,” she said, lookin’ me dead in my face with that slick-ass grin.
I slid in smooth, smirkin’. “Charge what you want, baby. The moment I get bored, that rate drop to zero.”
I peeled my pants off slow and stepped in with just my briefs on, lettin’ the heat of the water rise up my thighs. She watched, sippin’ her drink like it was sweet tea. I sat back, put the blunt between my lips and gave her a proper stare down now that I was closer.
It was Kashmere.
She had big, pretty eyes and naturally arched brows, long lashes, and lips like soft pink pillows.
Her cheekbones was sharp, skin flawless and smooth like a peach.
She was fine-fine, with just the right amount of hood energy to let you know she’d cuss a nigga out and then ride his face two minutes later.
And her body let a nigga know she was a real woman.
I stepped closer, my eyes low on her curves. “You always walk around lookin’ this damn good?”
She smirked, sipped her drink. “Do you always sound like you tryna get somebody pregnant?”
That shit made me laugh. I shook my head and took a pull. “You a damn fool. You remind me of my cousin, Renza.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, her brows raised.
“Y’all got that same mouth. Fast as hell. Y’all would make a cute lil’ couple.”
She sipped slow, her eyes cuttin’ at me. “Cute, huh? That’s wild comin’ from you.”
I smirked. “What?”
She leaned in, grinnin’. “Yep, but I understand what you mean, ‘cause you and Big Taff? Now that’s a couple. Y’all give power and pounds.”
I damn near choked on my drink. “You got me fucked up.”
“I’m deadass. Y’all would make beautiful babies. And think about it—she cook, she clean, she built . Yep… that’s a real strong foundation.”
I laughed again, louder this time, and pointed my blunt at her. “A’ight. That’s how you playin’ it?”
She grinned. “I’m just sayin’. Don’t speak on my love life if yours still under construction.”
“I came for the King,” she said, tappin’ her glass against mine.
I leaned in a little, still smirkin’. “That right?”
She nodded slowly, still lookin’ at me. “That’s right.”
“You know when eliminations is?” she asked.
“Tomorrow mornin’. Why? You ready to go home?”
“Hell yeah,” she said. “My vibrator probably think I moved on.”
That shit made me laugh again. She was funny without tryin’, and I liked that shit.
“Man, you stupid,” I said, shakin’ my head.
“You need that in your life,” she said, splashin’ a little water my way.
The shit hit my blunt.
“Oh, hell nah,” I muttered, liftin’ it up. “You playin’ too much.”
“Oops,” she said, grinnin’ and splashin’ again.
I lunged toward her, splashin’ back. The water started movin’, both of us laughin’ and jokin’. Before I knew it, we was closer, our faces damn near touchin’. The steam curled around us, her skin glistenin’, her eyes soft but bold for me.
I looked down at her mouth, then back up at her eyes. She ain’t move.
I leaned in slow, and she met me halfway.
The kiss was fire. Her lips were soft and warm, movin’ against mine like she’d been wantin’ this moment since Day One. My hand found her thigh under the water. Her fingers slid across my chest, then lower, until she was palmin’ my dick through my briefs.
I was hard as fuck, and she felt it. Then she went under the water and slid my briefs down and wrapped her lips around my dick.
Bruh.
I tilted my head back and damn near lost it. The warmth of the water, her mouth and the fact she was suckin’ my balls underwater? I ain’t never had nothin’ like that in my life. This shit felt like some futuristic porn type shit.
She came back up for air, lickin’ her lips, breathin’ heavy. Her eyes was dark, and lips glossy with spit and water. I grabbed her by the throat, firm enough to let her know what type of nigga I was.
“Open yo’ fuckin’ mouth,” I demanded.
She tilted her head back, and parted her lips wide.
I had her by the throat even tighter now, watchin’ water slide down her skin. Her eyes was full of lust and still locked on mine like she already knew what I was thinkin’.
She tilted her head back and opened wide like she knew the assignment. I spit straight into her mouth, watchin’ it land on her tongue.
Still starin’ at me, she held it, then swallowed slow.
That shit turned me on, and now I was ready to give her everything.
I kept her by the throat as I spun her around, her back hittin’ my chest, and her ass pressin’ right up against my dick.
Her breathing was heavy, her body slick from the water, and that little laugh she let out when I bent her over told me she wanted every fuckin’ inch of this pressure.
I slid my hand down her stomach, feelin’ the curve of her waist and the way her pussy twitched under the water when I gripped her hips.
She arched her back, stickin’ that ass out for me like she already knew what I was about to do.
I slid my dick in from behind, slow at first, just enough for her to feel how thick I really was.
That pussy opened right up for me like she’d been waitin’ on it.
It was warm, wet, tight—just how I like it.
I wrapped one arm across her chest, pullin’ her back into me, while my other hand came around her throat again.
I squeezed just enough to take her breath and give it back.
“Shit,” she moaned, her voice barely makin’ it through the grip I had on her neck.
“Yeah, take it,” I muttered in her ear, my mouth right behind hers as I drove my hips forward and buried my dick deeper inside her. “You feel that?”
She nodded, her eyes rollin’ back, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to hear her say it.
“Say it,” I whispered, still fuckin’ her slow and deep while I squeezed her throat tighter.
“I feel it… fuck, I feel it,” she moaned, her voice shakin’ like I was touchin’ somethin’ no other nigga ever found in her. Then I stuck my fingers in her mouth, lettin’ her suck ‘em like they was my dick.
She reached down under the water, her hand glidin’ between her thighs until she cupped my balls.
She massaged them slow, rollin’ them in her palm while I kept strokin’, and that shit made my eyes damn near close.
I grunted low, leanin’ into her more, my strokes gettin’ deeper and heavier, the water splashin’ around us like waves was tryna keep up.
“You nasty as fuck,” I growled, kissin’ the side of her neck, my grip still firm around her throat.
She moaned louder, that nasty shit makin’ her lose control, but I couldn’t have her screamin’ like that out here. Not in the open where anybody could walk by and hear who the fuck was takin’ up space in the King’s hot tub.
I slapped my hand over her mouth, leanin’ down to her ear.
“Shut the fuck up while you take this dick,” I whispered, my tone dark and low like a threat she wanted me to make good on.
Her pussy squeezed around me right after I said it, like her body was respondin’ before her brain could even catch up.
She started shakin’, her ass pushin’ back into me harder, her moans muffled under my palm.
I could feel her pussy clenchin’, and grippin’ my dick with so much pressure it felt like her pussy was suckin’ me deeper with every stroke.
She was cumin’, and I felt all of it.
“Fuck…” I hissed through my teeth, feelin’ her body seize up, her pussy suctionin’ around my dick as she nutted on it. That shit pulled my nut right outta me, and I had to pull out fast, strokin’ twice, then unloadin’ in the water as she slumped forward, still breathin’ heavy.
My nut spilled into the hot tub, my abs tight as hell, my dick twitchin’ from the release while she leaned on the edge, tryin’ to catch her breath.
The water rippled around us, the glow castin’ soft light over her skin as she turned her head slow and looked back at me. Her lips were parted, and eyes low, like the dick had taken somethin’ out of her and replaced it with whatever I left behind.
She turned all the way around and came into my arms, wrappin’ herself around me like she didn’t wanna be nowhere else. I could feel the goosebumps on her skin as she kissed me, slow and warm, her lips pressin’ into mine like the shit we just did wasn’t just sex—it was somethin’ deeper now.
She rested her head on my chest while I leaned back with my arms around her, and lookin’ up at the stars.
It was quiet except for the sound of the water movin’ around us and our breath still slowin’ down.
I had just fucked one of the Diamonds… Funny, wild, bold-ass Kashmere.
And now she was holdin’ me like I was more than just the nigga she wanted to fuck tonight. It was like I was already hers and she ain’t fully grasp it yet.
Her heartbeat was beatin’ against my chest, and her arms stayed locked around me as I stared up at the sky. The moon was out, full and high, and all I could think about was how deep this shit had gotten already.
I was supposed to be eliminatin’ a woman tomorrow mornin’, and now I was fuckin’ them.
Correction…
Now I was fuckin’ her.
And the way that shit just went down… This wasn’t gon’ be the last time. Not with pussy this damn good. Not with that mouth, and energy we just exchanged.
Kashmere wasn’t just a good time.
She was a problem .