Page 3 of Certified To Handle You 2

I dragged my mouth along her neck and sucked at her skin while I kept fuckin’ her against the wall, holdin’ her tight, not givin’ a fuck who walked past or who heard her.

“I fuckin’ told you,” I moaned, my voice thick while I kept hittin’ this pussy deep, not slowin’ down or lettin’ up. “I was gon’ kill any nigga you gave my pussy to. Now, I gotta kill this nigga, and punish you.”

“Renza…” she cried, her voice breakin’ while she wrapped her leg tighter around me, pullin’ me in closer every time I pushed my dick in and out of her.

“Yeah, I know that nigga ain’t hittin’ my pussy right, ‘cause this muthafucka still tight and wet just for me.”

I kept fuckin’ her right against this damn wall, keepin’ the same rhythm. Her body gave in more and more until I felt that cream start to slick up on my dick, gettin’ thinner the longer I stayed in it.

“Yeah…” I moaned, pressin’ deeper and pickin’ up my pace while I felt that shit buildin’ in her.

“That nigga ain’t makin’ you cum. I can tell. Mmmhhmm… My pussy tellin’ all yo’ business.”

“Fuck!” she cried while cumin’ on my dick, her body tightenin’ around me while she shook against me, and I felt every bit of that shit while I kept movin’ through it.

The way she came had everything wetter and warmer, and that shit pushed me right there with her. I felt my shit buildin’ up fast. My grip tightened on her thigh while I thought about nuttin’ in her just to show her ass somethin’, but I ain’t do it.

I pulled out instead, my hand movin’ down to my dick while I stroked it rough and quick, watchin’ her while I came hard as fuck, my chest tight and my head still not right from everything that just happened.

The second I was done, her hand came up and cracked across my face again. The slap was hard enough to sting, but I ain’t flinch or step back. I just stood here and took that shit, my eyes locked on her while that feelin’ sat on my skin.

“If I walk back in there, and I see that nigga, I’m killin’ him.”

Her eyes filled, but she ain’t say nothin’. She just turned and went back inside.

I watched her go for a second, then followed behind her like nothin’ even happened, grabbin’ a napkin off the table and wipin’ my hands.

I looked around the pavilion and ain’t see that nigga nowhere in sight. Then I walked back over to Pressure and ‘Lo like I never left, and they both looked at me in a way that told me they already knew what time it was without me sayin’ shit. Neither one of ‘em asked me shit and neither one of ‘em needed to, ‘cause whatever was on my face or in my energy said enough for all of us.

I stood here with ‘em, my hands clean and my expression straight, but everything in me was still sittin’ high from what just happened. Even though I blended right back into the party like I was supposed to be here, my attention stayed locked on Sha’Nelle as she moved through the crowd.

I watched her walk past Toni with that same fast pace, and I saw Toni turn and follow behind her, confused as hell, tryna figure out what just happened.

I ain’t say nothin about it, and I ain’t move toward her again, but that ain’t mean I was lettin’ this shit go.

In my head, I was already on her ass, ‘cause whatever space she thought she just created between us wasn’t real, and I already knew I wasn’t done with her.

Trill-Land

When I say a bitch’s nerves was tore the fuck up, I mean they was really tore the fuck up!

I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that Renza had just did that shit to me like we wasn’t at a whole children’s birthday party and like I ain’t walk in there with a whole nigga on my arm.

My feet was movin’ fast as hell as I pushed through the doors, and the second I stepped outside, the air hit my face and made me realize I was cryin’ harder than I thought.

My chest felt tight and my heart was beatin’ too fast, like my body was tryna catch up to everything that just happened.

“‘Nelle!” Toni called from behind me, her voice confused and a lil’ irritated as she hurried after me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I ain’t even slow down at first, ‘cause I ain’t know what to say and I damn sure ain’t know how to explain none of this shit without soundin’ crazy.

All I knew was I needed to get away from that buildin’ and get my thoughts together before Couture came back, ‘cause if he saw me like this, it was over with.

The fucked up part about all this, was, I knew better. I knew how the fuck Renza was.

That nigga had already showed me what he was capable of. He had already told me what it was weeks ago when we was laid up in that Airbnb, lookin’ me dead in my face like he meant every word when he said if I gave his pussy away, he was gon’ kill the nigga I gave it to. So when I saw him comin’ toward me and Couture just now, I knew I had to stop his ass from doin’ the most.

That’s why I leaned into Couture and lied like that, tellin’ him I left one of My’Love’s gifts at the hotel and askin’ him if he could go grab it for me. I needed him gone before Renza got close enough to say or do some shit that would fuck up my lil’ cousin’s party.