Page 58 of Certified to Handle You 3

He started moving in a slow, deep rhythm, pushing his dick in and out of me while my feet pressed against his chest. His eyes stayed on my body, moving from my face to my titties, then down to where he was sinking into me. I could see the way it affected him. His lips parted, his chest rose harder and his grip on my hips got a little tighter every time my pussy pulled at him.

Everything felt slippery. My cum was still on him, his mouth was still wet from me, and each stroke made more of a mess between my legs. I held on to the sheets at first, then reached for his arms because I needed to feel him under my hands.

Pressure moved like he knew my body was his, and not in a way that made me feel taken for granted, but in a way that made me feel known. He didn’t have to guess how deep to go. He didn’t have to ask where to touch me. He just watched me, felt me and followed every little sound my body gave him.

My feet slid from his chest to around his waist, and that pulled him closer. Pressure leaned down over me, still inside me and braced one hand near my head. His mouth found mine again, and the kiss was messier this time because we were both breathing harder. His hips kept grinding into me, and his dick rubbed in that perfect place that made my toes curl against his back.

I held his face while we kissed, and his body covered mine completely. His chest rubbed against my titties with every stroke, and the wetness between us got louder as he kept going.

My pussy was already sensitive from the first orgasm, but he kept hitting that place inside me that made everything build again. I moaned into his mouth, and he breathed against mine with his forehead touching mine for a second before he kissed me harder. That was when I felt him change.

His strokes got deeper, not faster, just heavier.

His hand slid under my back and pulled me tighter against him, and his mouth stayed on mine. I felt his dick swell inside me, and felt his control start slipping in the way his hips pressed down and rolled into me instead of pulling all the way out. Pressure’s body got hotter over mine, and his breathing turned rough against my lips.

“I’m ’bout to cum,” he said, his voice low and strained. “Fuck, baby, I’m ’bout to cum in my pussy.”

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him before he could say anything else. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, and I sucked it while he started cuming inside me. The second I did, his whole body jerked against mine. Pressure groaned into my mouth, deep and broken, and his hips stayed buried while his dick pulsed inside me.

I could feel every warm spill of him, feel his hand grip my back and feel the way he pressed his chest into mine like he needed somewhere to put all of what he was feeling. He didn’t stop either.

Even while he was still cuming, his hips started moving again in slow, hard grinds that pushed his nut deeper into me.

I whimpered against his mouth because the mess between us had changed everything.

His cum mixed with mine and made every stroke louder, wetter and nastier. My thighs were slick against his sides, my pussy was full and slippery, and every time he rolled into me, I could feel him sliding through the mess we had made together.

Pressure kissed me like he couldn’t pull away. His tongue stayed in my mouth, and I sucked it again while his dick kept stroking through his own cum. That made him groan, and the sound went straight through me.

My second orgasm started building fast, deep in my stomach, and I held him tighter because I needed something to hold on to. He knew it too. He shifted his hips just enough, grinding into me with the type of pressure that made my whole body start shaking under him.

Then I broke against him with my mouth still on his…

My pussy tightened around his dick, and I came so hard my nails dragged down his back. Pressure swallowed every sound I made, still kissing me while my pussy shook and squeezed him. The wetness between us turned even messier, and he kept grinding until I had nothing left but tears sitting in my eyes and the heavy weight of him holding me down through it.

When it was over, he stayed on top of me, breathing hard with his face close to mine. I rubbed my hands over his back, feeling the heat of his skin and the way his body slowly came down. My legs loosened around him, but I didn’t let him go because I liked him here. I liked the weight of him, the sweat on his skin, the way his heart was still beating fast against my chest and the way his dick softened inside me like he had given me everything he had.

Neither one of us moved for a while.

I kept rubbing his back, and he kept his face tucked near my neck while the candles burned around us. The room smelled like scented wax, body wash, sex and him, and my body felt warm, full and tired in that sweet way only Pressure could leave.

When he finally eased out of me, the mess between my legs made me close my eyes for a second because I could still feel him there. He rolled to his side and pulled me with him, wrapping his arm around my stomach while his head settled against me.

I kissed his forehead and let the tip of my nails move over his scalp, down to the side of his face and along his beard. He was quiet, and I knew he was tired, but I could feel something on him that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago.

When he spoke, his voice was low and gentle against my skin. “Baby.”

I kept my hand on the side of his face. “Yes?”

“Sha’Nelle gotta go,” he replied like that was final.

I didn’t answer right away…

Pressure’s arm tightened around my stomach, not like he was trying to force the words into me, but like he knew they were going to hurt.

I stared toward the candles on the dresser and let the truth sit here because he wasn’t wrong. He hadn’t been wrong for days.

Sha’Nelle had been at the house, and Renza hadn’t been home since. My husband’s cousin was sleeping in hotels and moving around the island because his own space didn’t feel safe with her in it, and I couldn’t keep pretending that wasn’t happening.