Page 63 of Certified To Handle You 2

She stayed quiet for a second like she ain’t really know what to say, but I ain’t need her mouth to tell me shit. I saw it all in her eyes.

At the same time, I wanted to hear that shit.

“Tell me you love me if you do,” I whispered, slidin’ my fingers slow through her hair, scratchin’ light against her scalp while I held her face.

She swallowed hard and took in a deep breath. “I love you too.”

I ain’t say shit after that. I just went right back to her neck, pressin’ slow kisses against her skin before my mouth opened up on it. Then I started suckin’ that shit hard. I already knew she ain’t like when I left marks on her, but it was what it was. I was the type of nigga that marked what was mine, and if anybody had a problem with that shit they could come see about me.

I stayed on her neck until her skin was warm, soft and sensitive under my lips. Red marks bloomed across her neck and started trailin’ down toward her chest, and she was so gone that she ain’t complain once.

Her legs stayed locked around my waist while her fingers rubbed through my waves, makin’ the back of my neck tingle every time her nails grazed my scalp. I could feel her heart beatin’ hard against my chest, and every shaky breath that left her mouth brushed across my skin.

“Renza…” she whispered again, and this time she damn near sounded like she was beggin’.

I sighed against her ear and let my lips drag across it before I spoke.

“I know, baby,” I whispered, my voice low and rough. “You missed all this shit.”

Before she could say somethin’ about it, I circled back and went right back to them big ass pretty titties, kissin’ slow but mean, lettin’ my lips drag and press on ‘em.

I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked deep, feelin’ the way it tightened in my mouth. After a while, I let it slip out my mouth before she could catch her breath, movin’ down ‘cause I was starvin’ for every inch of her.

By the time I reached her stomach, my hand was already grippin’ it, my fingers diggin’ in, holdin’ her still while my tongue moved reckless.

I kissed it, licked it and sucked on her soft skin until I felt her body tighten under me. Every time she shifted, I tightened my grip, lettin’ her know I wasn’t goin’ nowhere, and she was stuck right here with me.

I slid lower and pushed her thighs apart, just enough for me to get in. I kissed between ‘em real slow, watchin’ how she reacted to every lil’ move I made. Then I licked the inside of ’em, draggin’ my tongue up, tastin’ her before I even got to the main part.

I sucked hard enough to leave marks that was gon’ stay. I took my time with that shit too, switchin’ sides, pressin’ mymouth into her until her skin started showin’ big red hickies sittin’ pretty on both thighs like I stamped her.

When I finally got where I wanted, I paused for a second, just lookin’ at her. Her pussy was already wet as hell, glistenin’ under me. Her lips was full and thick, and spread just enough to let me know she was ready. I couldn’t even see her clit at first, cause her lips was hidin’ what I came for. I spread her open with my thumbs, slow, watchin’ it reveal itself to me like it was waitin’ on my mouth.

I bit my lip and let out a low hiss, my head tiltin’ a lil’ as I stared at it, ’cause that shit looked too good. I leaned in slow, lettin’ my breath hit her first, and lettin’ her feel me right there before I gave her what she wanted.

I pressed my thumb against her clit and started rubbin’ it slow, feelin’ how slick she already was under my hand. I rubbed her in tight circles, pressin’ into that spot every time I came back around, keepin’ the pressure right there where she needed it.

“Fuck…” Sha’Nelle moaned, spreadin’ her legs wider for me.

“Yeah… open this shit up,” I said low, watchin’ her pussy throb while I kept my thumb movin’. “Let me see what I’m workin’ with.”

Sha’Nelle pussy was already wet as hell. Them thick, soft lips parted under my fingers while I rubbed slow circles over her clit, and every pass of my thumb pulled another twitch out of her. The wetter she got, the easier she moved under my hand until all I could hear was that messy, gushy sound between her thighs.

“Phat Mama,” I said to her pussy, my voice low while I kept starin’ at Sha’Nelle’s face. “Talk to Daddy. Who I need to fuck up for not treatin’ you right?”

Every soft squish made me bite my lip ‘cause that shit sounded like she was answerin’ me before Sha’Nelle ever could.

I leaned down and kissed her once… then again… and again… lettin’ my lips stay there for a second before I brushed another kiss across her. My thumb never stopped movin’.

“Phat Mama,” I murmured against her pussy. “Talk to me. How she been treatin’ you?”

Another soft sound from her pussy answered me.

I smiled to myself and kissed the inside of ‘Nelle’s thigh, then came right back to Phat Mama, lettin’ my tongue barely graze her before my lips found her again.

“Yeah… I hear you mama,” I whispered. “I know you ain’t forget me.”

She soaked my thumb a lil’ more.