Chapter 6 TONI ROC #2
His dick was already hard, thick, and standin’ straight up, the head swollen and shiny from how turned on he was.
Veins ran down the sides, bulging against his skin like his heartbeat was trapped in his shaft.
When he wrapped his fingers around the base, his whole dick twitched in his hand, and he let out a low moan that made my legs shake again.
He slid the ring on his dick and pressed it in place slow, like he wanted me to watch every second.
His dick jumped when the metal touched him, the head turnin’ an even deeper shade while he adjusted it.
The sight alone made my stomach drop, ‘cause the ring made him look even thicker, like his dick was too big for him to really hold.
Kay’Lo looked at me with that same wild stare. “Bring that pretty pussy here,” he said, his voice thick and sexy as fuck.
“You see what you do to me,” he said, strokin’ himself once while he stared at my pussy like he was about to ruin me all over again. “You sittin’ up here drippin’ like this and you think I’m not about to fuck you in this swing.”
I moaned ‘cause I felt the heat already buildin’ back up low in my stomach. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him until the straps creaked a lil’. I felt the tip of his dick slide against me, and I gasped.
“I love my pussy so fuckin’ much,” he whispered while he pushed in slow, lettin’ my pussy stretch around him inch by inch. “Let me in, baby.”
My head fell back a lil’ and I grabbed the straps tighter ‘cause the pressure felt deep and too much and perfect all at once. He filled me slow, takin’ his time, holdin’ my hips so I couldn’t move away from it.
I gave out a long moan ‘cause he felt bigger than usual, and I knew it was the ring makin’ him thicker and harder than he already was.
“Damn…” I breathed, my eyes rollin’ a lil’ ‘cause he kept pushin’ deeper.
“That feel good?” he asked, his voice gettin’ rougher as stroked me slow.
I nodded quick ‘cause I could barely talk. My legs shook so bad the straps vibrated. Kay’Lo grabbed both sides of my thighs and pulled me to him, sinkin’ even deeper.
“You gon’ take all this dick,” he said, his voice low and calm in that dangerous way that made me feel weak.
He pulled out almost all the way, real slow, lettin’ me feel every inch slide out of me, then he pushed back in with a deep stroke that made my whole body jump. I cried out ‘cause it was too much and not enough at the same time.
The ring kept him hard and throbbin’, and every time he thrust, I felt him hit deeper, harder and heavier. The swing rocked with every move, keepin’ me pinned wide open while he fucked me like he owned every inch of me.
“Kay’Lo… baby…” I whined, my voice breakin’ ‘cause I couldn’t hold nothin’ in.
He leaned in and kissed the inside of my knee, then bit it gently while his hips rolled into me slow but deep, hittin’ the spot that made my legs try to close even though they couldn’t.
“Damn baby,” he whispered in my ear. “ You look so damn pretty like this.”
His words made my pussy clench, and he let out a quick gasp ‘cause he felt it grab around him.
“That’s it,” he said while he stroked deeper. “Squeeze on it. I feel all that.”
He slid one hand down, his thumb findin’ my clit while he fucked me slow at first, then faster once he felt me lift off the swing. I couldn’t stop movin’ even though I was strapped in place, and he used that to pull me into every thrust.
The pleasure was so deep I couldn’t stop cryin’ and moanin’ at the same time. It felt like he was takin’ my whole body apart and puttin’ it back together with every push.
“I’m close to bussin’ in this good ass pussy,” he whispered, his voice rough. “You feel that? This fuckin’ ring got my dick throbbin’ like crazy. I ain’t gon’ last long.”
His hips picked up speed, the swing rockin’ with the rhythm of his body hittin’ mine. His grip got tighter on my thighs. His breath got heavier, and his thrusts got deeper.
“You gon’ let me nut in you like this?” he groaned, his voice low in my ear. “Wide open, legs locked back, takin’ all this dick?”
“Yes… baby, yes…” I cried, ‘cause the pleasure was so much it felt like waves runnin’ through my whole body.
“Say it louder,” he demanded, slammin’ into me harder. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it!” I moaned, my voice shakin’ uncontrollably. “Please… please nut in me…”
He let out a deep sound from his chest, grabbed my hips with both hands, and fucked me harder, every thrust rough and deep and full of all that pressure he’d been holdin’ in.
“Fuck… Toni…” he groaned, his whole body startin’ to shake. “I’m cumin’, baby…”
He pushed deep, buried his dick all the way inside, and released with a long, heavy moan that made his whole chest collapse against my thighs. I felt the warmth flood inside me while he stayed deep, lettin’ every pulse hit me slow.
He didn’t pull out right away.
He just stayed there, pressed deep, breathin’ hard against my legs while his hands slid up to hold my hips gently now, like the wildness had been replaced with somethin’ softer.
“You always fuckin’ destroy me,” he whispered, his voice tired and full. “Always.”
I was sleep, but then somethin’ woke me up.
I ain’t know if it was ‘cause I couldn’t feel Kay’Lo beside me or ‘cause the room felt off. I reached my hand over like I always do, expectin’ to feel his warm chest or his arm wrapped around my waist like he usually do, but all I touched was cool silk sheets.
That alone made my eyes open, ‘cause Kay’Lo never left the bed in the middle of the night. Never.
The room was dark, but I could hear somethin’ faint downstairs, like footsteps or somebody talkin’. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make my stomach tighten with confusion. I pushed myself up slow and listened harder. That’s when I heard his voice. But he wasn’t talkin’ normal.
I slid out the bed and put my feet on the floor, my heart beatin’ fast as hell ‘cause I ain’t understand what I was walkin’ into. The hallway felt colder than it should’ve been, and every step I took made Kay’Lo’s voice clearer.
“Niggas got me fucked up,” he muttered. “Yeah, a’ight. Watch. I’mma get yo’ bitch ass before you get me.”
My breath got caught in my throat. Not from fear of him, but fear for him. I reached the top of the stairs and looked down into the open space below. The lights was off except for the glow comin’ from the kitchen, and that’s where he was.
Kay’Lo was pacin’ back and forth across the marble like he was trapped inside his own mind.
His body was tense, every muscle tight like he was ready to fight somebody who wasn’t even there.
He had on these black silk pajama pants hangin’ low on his hips, showin’ off the V print on his waist, and the silk shirt to match was open and hangin’ off his arms, showin’ his whole chest and stomach.
His tattoos looked darker in the shadows.
He kept runnin’ a hand down his head, talkin’ low but fast. “Niggas think I’m playin’. Ain’t nobody gettin’ a drop on me. Ain’t nobody gon’ catch me slippin’. Bitch ass nigga think he gon’ try me again.”
He sounded angry but scared at the same time, like he was fightin’ ghosts.
My heart cracked a lil’ at the sight of him.
“Kay’Lo?” I whispered from the stairs.
He ain’t hear me. He kept pacin’, mumblin’ threats to nobody and lookin’ around the room like he was seein’ things I couldn’t see. His mind was somewhere else completely, and it scared me in a way I ain’t understand yet.
I finally walked down the stairs slow. “‘Lo?”
Still, he ain’t say nothin’.
He moved quicker now, breathin’ harder and cussin’ under his breath like somebody had just jumped in his face. He was talkin’ at thin air, and every second that passed made somethin’ cold settle in me.
When I finally stepped close enough, I reached out and grabbed his hand.
“‘Lo… baby?”
His whole body jerked, like I pulled him out of a dream he ain’t even know he was havin’. He stopped movin’ and looked at me, but the look in his eyes wasn’t my husband. His eyes was wide, dark and confused, like he was tryna figure out who I was. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t dangerous. He was lost.
“Kay’Lo, you okay?” I asked, my voice soft, scared to push him but scared not to.
He stared at me like he was stuck between two worlds, then he blinked a few times and his whole face shifted. The confusion softened and he finally saw me.
“Baby?” he said, breathin’ hard. “You good? You need somethin’? Why you up?”
I swallowed slow. “I heard you talkin’. I couldn’t feel you in the bed.”
He looked around like he didn’t remember why he was there. “I’m good. I’m good, baby. You straight? You hungry? You want somethin’? I can cook somethin’ real quick.”
“No,” I whispered, squeezin’ his hand. “I just want you to come to bed with me. Come on.”
He hesitated, not ‘cause he ain’t want to go with me, but ‘cause his mind was still racin’ somewhere behind those eyes. I slid both my hands up his arms slow, lettin’ him feel me, and lettin’ him come back little by little.
“Come to bed,” I said gently. “Please.”
His shoulders dropped like the tension finally let go, and he nodded once. “A’ight, baby. Come on.”
I walked him upstairs like I was protectin’ him, not the other way around.
When we got to the room, he let go of my hand and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, tossin’ it aside.
Then he stepped out of his pajama pants until he was just in his boxers.
Usually he would look back at me smirkin’, playful, and full of that cocky energy he lived on.
Tonight he was quiet.
He climbed into the bed and turned on his side with his back toward me, and that alone felt wrong. Kay’Lo never turned his back to me. He always held me, always reached for me and always wrapped himself around me like he needed my body to breathe.
Seein’ his back now, broad and tense, made my heart ache.
I ain’t even think. I slid in behind him and wrapped my arm around his waist, pressin’ my body to his back. I placed soft kisses across his shoulder, down his spine, up the back of his neck, tryin’ to soothe him the way nobody ever soothed me when I was lil’.
At first he stayed stiff. But then… little by little… I felt the tension melt.
His body relaxed, his breath slowed, and he reached for my hand, lacin’ his fingers with mine like he ain’t even realize he was doin’ it.
I pressed my forehead between his shoulder blades and held him tighter.
And that’s when it hit me…
Somethin’ was wrong with my husband.
It was somethin’ deeper than anger, and deeper than trauma. It was somethin’ that lived inside him like a storm that he couldn’t shut off, and if I walked away from him now…
he would break in a way he could never come back from.
So I held him closer, ‘cause lovin’ Kay’Lo Mensah meant lovin’ all his darkness too.
And I wasn’t lettin’ him face it alone.