Page 2 of Certified To Handle You 2

That realization sat between us heavy as hell, and I swallowed hard with my jaw tight while I dragged my hand down from her neck, lettin’ her go even though everything in me still felt wound up and ready to snap.

“You don’t get to do this shit to me,” I said low.

She sighed under her breath, and let out a gasp like she was about to break down.

“You don’t get to tell me shit,” she shot back. “You was laid up with Reni for days, and I ain’t say shit. I understood that. I still do. But my life don’t revolve around you. I can’t just sit around waitin’ on you ‘cause yo’ fuckin’ communication skills is fucked up, Renza.”

“So, I just ain’t mean shit to you?” I asked, lookin’ dead at her.

She looked right back at me. “You ain’t treat me like I meant shit to you, so I’on know,” she replied.

That was the line that snapped whatever I had left holdin’ me back.

“You think you don’t mean shit to me?”

I grabbed her again, this time pullin’ her all the way into me, and when my mouth hit her neck, it wasn’t just this moment. It was everything that had been sittin’ in me since I saw her walk in this bitch with somebody else.

All this shit came out in the way I touched her, and in the way I pressed into her. I needed her to feel exactly what she just did to me without me havin’ to explain it.

“Renza—” she cried as she started pushin’ at me.

I ain’t stop….

Her hands was still on me, and she was fightin’ for real, pushin’ at my face and grabbin’ at my jaw like she was tryna force me off her. Her fingers slid into my beard, tuggin’ hard enough to sting while she twisted her head away from me, doin’ whatever she could to create space between us, but I wasn’t lettin’ her go.

Every time she pushed, I came right back into her, and the more she fought me, the more it pulled that shit out of me instead of coolin’ it down.

“You don’t even want that nigga,” I said low against her ear, draggin’ my mouth down her neck again.

“Stop, Renza! Stop!” She begged, but it ain’t come out the way it did at first.

“Stop what?” I grunted in her ear, pullin’ back just enough to look at her.

She ain’t answer me, and her chest was risin’ and fallin’ hard against mine while her hands stayed on me, still pushin’, and tryna get me off her even as I kept pressin’ into her.

“Renza, stop,” she kept beggin’, but I ain’t slow down, and I ain’t pull back. I kept my mouth on her, draggin’ it along her neck while she turned her face away and tried to push at me again.

Hot tears was already runnin’ down her face, slidin’ past my hand and down her neck while she was still fightin’ me and sayin’ my name like she wanted me to hear her and stop at the same time. But I was already too far in it to pull back.

I grabbed her waist and pushed her dress up without givin’ her space to think, and when her hands came back to my arm, it wasn’t the same push she had a second ago. She was still holdin’ on, tryna slow me down, but her grip ain’t have that same force behind it.

“You gon’ do all that in there,” I said low against her ear, “then act like you don’t feel me now?”

She shook her head, and turned her face away from me while her tears kept runnin’.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her back into me before she could get any real space, and when she tried to twist away again, my hand slid down her thigh and I lifted it up, hookin’ it around my hip so she couldn’t step away from me even if she wanted to.

“Renza—” she cried, her voice breakin’ while her hands pushed at my shoulders, but I wasn’t listenin’. I was already gone, already movin’ and I kept one hand locked on her while the other dropped to my belt, unbucklin’ that shit fast and rough.

She was still grabbin’ at me, still sayin’ my name, and tryna push me off, but she wasn’t goin’ nowhere, and the more she fought me, the more I pressed into her instead of lettin’ up.

I shifted her just enough to get where I needed to be, slidin’ my hand under her dress while I pushed her panties to the side. When I pushed my dick inside her, she sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed me harder instead of pullin’ away.

“Yeah,” I said low in her ear, my grip tightenin’ on her thigh while I held her up against me, “I already know.”

She tried to hold it together, but her body was givin’ her away, and every time I rolled my hips and pushed all my dick deep in her, she reacted whether she wanted to or not. Her fingers dug into me, her leg stayin’ locked around my waist while her head tipped back against the wall, and I felt that shit all through her like she couldn’t even hide it no more.

“You got that nigga out there thinkin’ he got you,” I said in her ear, my voice low and rough while I kept drivin’ into her. “He don’t even know who the fuck he dealin’ with.”