Page 19 of Certified To Handle You 2

He watched me for a second like he heard me but didn’t take that shit in, and then he leaned a lil’ closer with his eyes locked on mine in a way that made my stomach twist

I shook my head like I wasn’t hearin’ him, like I could block that shit out if I tried hard enough, but he stayed right here. His arm was stretched across the back of the section with his body angled toward me like he already knew I wasn’t goin’ nowhere.

“I’m not gon’ keep beggin’ you like this,” he said, and this time, his tone shifted just enough to make me look at him again.

“And if I gotta start killin’ niggas to make you understand me, then that’s what I’m gon’ do.”

That should’ve pissed me off, and made me get up and walk away. But instead, it made me feel weak, and I hated that shit so bad.

The night kept goin’, and I kept drinkin’, and somewhere in between laughin’ with Toni and passin’ the hookah back and forth, I stopped fightin’ Renza as hard as I was at first.

He stayed next to me. He was sittin’ back like he ain’t have a care in the world with one leg kicked out in front of him. He was quiet now, not sayin’ much, but just drinkin’ and watchin’ me like he already knew how this night was gon’ end.

At some point, Kay’Lo passed him a new blunt. I watched him light it, and take a few slow pulls before he held it out to me. I hesitated for a second, but I still reached for it and took it from him ‘cause I wanted it, and that alone told me I was already slippin’.

Time kept movin’, and before I even realized it, I had leaned back just enough for Renza to close that space between us completely. His arm was still behind me, his body warm against mine, and when his mouth found my neck again, I ain’t even stop him this time.

Yeah, I should’ve. I really should’ve, but y’all know how some niggas just got that pull on you that don’t even make no damn sense, and no matter how much you tell yourself you done or you not goin’ for it, your body be on some whole other shit.

A soft sound slipped out my mouth before I could catch it, and the second he heard it, his hand slid under my dress like he already knew what he was gon’ find.

When his thumb brushed over my pussy, and felt how wet I was, he paused.

I felt the way he was lookin’ at me without even turnin’ my head, and when I finally did, our eyes met, and everything inside me felt like it dropped at the same damn time.

My eyes felt heavy and glossy from everything I was feelin’, and I knew Renza saw it too.

He pulled his hand back slow, then lifted his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean like he needed to taste that shit for himself.

My lips parted without me meanin’ to, and I closed my eyes for a second ‘cause this was just too damn much.

The next thing I knew, his hand was at the back of my neck, and his mouth was on mine, his tongue pushin’ past my lips like he wasn’t askin’ me for shit. And my ass let him.

I let him kiss me deep, and the more he did it, the more everything else faded out around me until it was just him. Until it was just us.

I knew right then… I was already too far gone.

“I missed you, and I’m sorry,” Renza moaned in my ear while he stood behind me, with my titties pressed against the wall in the hotel room.

We was both standin’ up with my palms flat against the wall while he fucked me from behind, and the sounds comin’ out my mouth was loud as hell, echoin’ just enough to make me feel like somebody next door had to hear this shit.

Renza had both his hands locked on my hips, pullin’ me back into him every time he pushed forward. His mouth was all over my neck, lickin’ and suckin’ like he was tryna leave his mark all over me again. I pushed back into him harder and slammed my ass against his pelvis, and that loud, wet clappin’ sound filled the room every time I threw it back on him.

“Fuck…” he groaned.

The way that shit came out low and strained had my pussy clenchin’ around him ‘cause I could feel how he was losin’ control.

I pushed off the wall and arched my back just enough to throw this shit back on him, my ass clappin’ against him while my titties bounced heavy with every movement. He let outanother rough sound, and I felt his body react to me, his knees bucklin’ like he had to catch himself. He was hittin’ my shit, so hard, his balls was smackin’ hard against my skin.

“Baby…” he said, his voice breakin’ as he pushed his dick deeper inside me, and I met him right there, throwin’ my ass back harder.

“Yes?” I cried, my voice already gone.

“Leave that nigga…”

I dropped my head forward and let out a shaky breath, tryna stay focused, but this nigga was makin’ it impossible. The way he was fuckin’ me, the way he was talkin’ and the way he was touchin’ me… that shit was overwhelmin’ as fuck.

I ain’t answer him. I couldn’t. Of course, it wasn’t ’cause I ain’t hear him, but ‘cause I already knew I was wrong for even bein’ in this room with him, and sayin’ anything back would’ve made it worse.