Page 57 of Certified Pressure 3
I could still taste the kiss from the parking lot. I could feel the way he grabbed me earlier, how his lips had covered mine and how he wrapped me up in his energy until I couldn’t help but submit to him. That same heat was still burning through me now. I had tried to push it away. I told myself I couldn’t do this, and that this nigga still belonged to Kashmere, but the secondhe touched me again, that guilt turned into something I couldn’t fight.
Pressure took my virginity, and I was pregnant with his baby, so it was hard for me to just let him go no matter how hard I tried. My mind was saying one thing but my heart, soul, and this baby growing inside me were saying something different. Every time I tried to distance my heart folded on me, pulling me right back toward him.
When he kissed my neck, I felt tears sting the corner of my eyes because the feeling was too strong. He slid his hand down to my thigh, caressing it in circles that made me bite my bottom lip.
I whispered his name again, my voice shaking. He looked down at me and brushed my hair out of my face, and for a second, I saw the same softness that used to make me fall for him before all the bullshit. He pressed his lips against mine again, deeper this time, and I kissed him back until my whole body felt like it was on fire.
“Pressure…” I whispered as stared lazily into his eyes.
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m… I’m…”
I tried to hold it in, and keep my voice down, but the way he pushed all his dick into me made it impossible.
“I’m about to fuckin’ cum! Ugh!”
I dug my nails deep into his back, wrapped my legs around his waist and fucked him back while I came on his dick.
Now the bed was creaking and I was screaming.
His voice was low and rough when he spoke. “Yeah… you feel that?” he whispered, his mouth still pressed against my skin. “That’s me and you… cummin’ at the same time.”
He slid his hand up my side and cupped my breast, putting my nipple in his mouth and I gasped, tilting my head back. I reached for him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him deeper, and needing him to stay right there.
I nodded because I couldn’t find the words. My eyes met his again, and for a moment, I saw something in him that looked like pain, like even he didn’t know how to stop. That kind of need that scared me because I knew I had it too.
I could feel the tears running down the side of my face. His lips brushed my cheek, my jaw, then my mouth again. His hand stayed wrapped around my thigh, and the way he gripped me made me feel like he didn’t want to let go.
He finally lifted his head, his lips brushing my forehead. “You good?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I nodded because my throat was tight. I didn’t know what to say because everything I wanted to tell him would’ve hurt too much to admit. It was hard to tell Pressure that I loved him, and that I hated that he still belonged to someone else. For some reason, I felt this would only make things harder.
He stayed on top of me, his chest rising and falling against mine, and I realized neither of us wanted to move. The sheets were tangled around us, and sticking to our skin.
He reached up and pushed my hair out of my face again, his thumb dragging along the side of my neck. His breathing was still heavy, and for a second, he just stared at me like he was trying to figure out what all this meant. I didn’t say anything, but I could feel the tension of everything sitting between us, and it was too much to explain. He leaned down again, and kissed me slow like he was trying to quiet the thoughts running through both our heads. After that, neither of us said a word. The room stayed filled with nothing but our breathing and the sound of what we both knew we couldn’t undo.
He didn’t pull out of me, not even when we stopped talking. His hand found mine, and our fingers laced together. Every time I thought we were done, we started having sex again. It was slower and softer, like neither of us wanted to admit we still needed more.
By the time the sky outside turned gray, I was now on top of him, half asleep against his chest. He was still inside me, and holding me while his phone buzzed over and over again.
Before I drifted off completely, I finally got up and rolled on my side. Pressure got behind me and pulled me close. I felt his hand move over my stomach, soft and gentle. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. We both knew what he was thinking about.
Our baby…
I closed my eyes and let the sound of his breathing carry me away. I hated to admit it, but Pressure made me feel safe.
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang that made my whole body jump. For a second, I thought I was dreaming, but then another shot followed, louder and closer this time. My eyes flew open and before I could even sit up, the front door exploded open like thunder.
Pressure was on his feet in seconds, reaching for something on the nightstand, but before he could grab it, the gunfire tore through the room. Five bullets hit him before my mind could process what was happening. One caught his chest, another hit his neck, and then one went straight through his head.
I screamed until my throat burned. Blood splattered across the sheets and the walls, and the smell hit me so hard it made me gag. Pressure’s body jerked once, then went still. His eyes were open but empty, staring right through me like he was already gone.
“Pressure! No! No!” I screamed again, crawling toward him, my hands shaking as I tried to lift his head, but it was too late. His blood was everywhere, hot and slick between my fingers. My body went cold, and when I finally looked up, that’s when I saw Kashmere standing there.
Her hair was wild and her makeup was running down her face, streaked with tears and mascara. The gun in her handlooked too big for her, but the way she held it told me she wasn’t scared to use it. Her chest was heaving, and her eyes looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
For a second, I couldn’t even speak. My mouth moved, but no sound came out. Then it hit me. She did this. She killed him.
