Chapter 23 Kay’lo Mensah #3
Her sandals dropped when her legs locked around my waist. She sucked along my jaw, moanin’ like her body remembered this dick.
I walked to the dresser and bent enough to snatch the box of condoms out and tore a wrapper open with my teeth.
I don’t even know why I still had these condoms in here, but right now I was fuckin’ glad I did.
Echo kept kissin’ all over me while I dropped my sweats and slid the rubber on. When I laid her on the bed, she was already breathin’ like she ran somewhere, her hands shakin’ while she pulled her clothes off. I dragged my hoodie over my head and caught her starin’.
She bit her lip slow. “You so fuckin’ fine, Kay’Lo…”
I ain’t respond. I just grabbed her by the waist, pulled her off the bed and walked her to the chair in the corner. I sat down, spread my legs wider, and guided her onto me.
“Come on,” I said, lookin’ her dead in her eyes. “Don’t be scared to sit on it. Put that pussy on me.”
She whimpered but dropped down anyway, and her whole damn face changed when she felt the stretch.
“Fuuuck…” she cried, her voice thin as hell.
I bit down on my lip and dragged her lower. She held onto my neck like she was fallin’ and I helped her bounce, movin’ her hips up and down while her breath hit my ear in shaky whines.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, Kay’Lo,” she moaned, soundin’ like she already wanted to fall apart.
“Yeah, I know,” I muttered, smackin’ her ass hard enough to make her body jump. “Ride that shit like you mean it.”
She let out this shaky breath and finally started movin’, slow at first with her pussy draggin’ up my dick like she had to warm herself up for what she already knew was comin’.
Then she dropped lower, took more of me, and that slick grip tightened around my shit so good it pulled a low groan out of me.
“Aye… there you go,” I said, my hands grippin’ her waist as she started bouncin’ proper. Her ass clapped against my thighs each time she came down, and that wet sound between us got louder and louder. She bounced faster, her pussy squeezin’ me.
“Fuuuck… Kay’Lo…” she whined, her voice crackin’ while she kept grindin’ and droppin’ on me like she couldn’t decide which motion felt better.
“Yeah, keep goin’,” I muttered, pullin’ her down harder. “Let me hear that pussy.”
And she did. Every time she slid down, it made that messy, sloppy sound that let me know she was wide open for me, and wetter than the first time I ever touched her.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips buckin’ wild now and her whole body tremblin’ like she couldn’t keep her rhythm even though she was tryin’ her hardest.
Her moans got higher. Her thighs locked. Her pussy tightened quick around my dick.
“Oh my—Kay’Lo—” she stuttered, her breath hittin’ my mouth as her body damn near folded.
“Yeah, you ‘bout to cum, huh?” I said low, my grip movin’ to her ass so I could bounce her harder and sloppier, each sound wetter than the last.
She tried to answer but her voice broke, and that pussy clenched again, tight, hard and loud. It squeezed the fuck outta me like it was tryna milk a nut outta my body.
Then she lost it.
Her whole body shook, her head fell back, and she let out this long, loud moan as she came messy all over my dick. Her pussy fluttered and grabbed me nonstop, gushin’ warm slick all the way down to my balls.
I held her still through it, lettin’ her shake on me while her orgasm dragged out.
But I ain’t give her time to breathe.
Before she even finished cumin’, I lifted her straight off my lap, her legs still tremblin’, and carried her to the window.
She clung to me, her breath gone and her pussy still twitchin’ from that nut when I pressed her against the glass and slid right back inside her, fuckin’ her slow and deep with the whole island glowin’ behind her like a damn movie.
She held onto my shoulders and kissed me sloppy, her legs tremblin’, while I pushed and pulled her on my dick in slow, deep strokes that made her whimper damn near every breath.
I sucked on her neck until she shivered, then flipped her on the bed and slid in missionary, hittin’ long strokes that dragged everything out of her. She scratched my back so hard I felt her nails catch skin.
I raised off her body, got on my knees and pushed her legs up, restin’ her heels on my shoulders. I pulled out slow, slid back in deeper, and started rubbin’ her clit with my thumb, keepin’ the rhythm perfect ‘cause I knew exactly how to tear a nut out of a woman.
“Kay’Lo… yes… baby—yes!” she cried, her voice crackin’ as her body tightened under me.
“Yeah… take that shit. Let it go,” I grunted, my strokes hittin’ the spot over and over.
I felt it when she got there. That rush soaked the condom and had her archin’ off the bed like she couldn’t keep her soul inside her body. I kept rubbin’ her clit even while she tried to pull away, and she came again, louder this time, callin’ my name like she forgot where she was.
My nut was damn near there, so I pulled out and ripped the condom off. I stroked my dick hard, my breath loud, and nutted thick between her thighs, lettin’ all of it drip down her skin while she laid there pantin’ and shakin’.
I got out the bed and went to the bathroom to flush the condom, watchin’ the water take it like it meant nothin’. I washed my hands, splashed some water on my face, and stared at my reflection for a quick second before turnin’ the light off and headin’ back into the room.
Echo was already stretched across my side of the bed like her body was tired from bein’ worked on. She pulled the covers back for me with this soft smile, and I climbed in ‘cause fuck it, the night was already what it was.
Soon as I settled, she slid right into me like she had been waitin’ on that moment.
Her hand rested on my chest, her fingers lightly draggin’ over my skin like she was learnin’ me.
She pressed her lips on my shoulder, slow and wet, and then kissed up to my collarbone like she was tryna make a home out of my body.
“Come here,” she whispered, her voice low while she grabbed my jaw and turned my face toward hers.
I let her kiss me, and I kissed her back, but somethin’ in me didn’t move with hers.
Her mouth was soft, her body was warm, and I could feel her heart beat against my arm where she rested, but the shit ain’t land where she probably wanted it to land.
It was like bein’ full but not satisfied.
Like the room had sound but no music, or like everything was here but somethin’ was missin’.
Echo didn’t notice though. She kissed my shoulder again, then my chest, then laid her head right over my heart like she was tryna sync herself to the rhythm of my body.
Her nails traced slow circles on my stomach, and she let out this hum like she was content, like bein’ curled up next to me meant somethin’ big to her.
I rested my arm behind my head and stared at the ceilin’, lettin’ her lay however she wanted. Her perfume was still strong, her skin was soft, and she looked damn good next to me, but none of it hit deep. None of it settled anything inside me. It was just quiet.
Echo lifted her head a lil’, pressed another kiss to my chest, then relaxed again with a smile like she had claimed her spot.
I ain’t move her, but I ain’t pull away.
I just let the room go dim around us while the night stretched. I let her lay here like she was supposed to and waited for my mind to settle into whatever came next.
By mornin’ she’d be gone. Not in a rude way or a cold way. Just… gone. ‘Cause this wasn’t that, and it wasn’t gon’ be that.
Tonight was just a night and tomorrow would be what it always is.