Page 67 of Certified To Handle You 2

“Yes…” she moaned, pullin’ me closer, lockin’ both her legs around me now.

I stopped movin’ for a second and lifted my head, lookin’ down at her.

Her eyes was glossy and her lips was parted. Her chest was risin’ under me, and she was starin’ right back like she meant that shit.

“You killin’ me…” I said under my breath, tryna keep my head straight, but that shit was hard when it came to ‘Nelle. ‘Cause I knew how she was. She was hot and cold, back and forth, and even though she was sayin’ yeah right now, I needed that shit to be real. I needed to know I wasn’t just catchin’ her in a moment.

That other nigga crossed my mind, but I pushed that shit back, ‘cause ain’t no way she would be right here, under me like this, lettin’ me take her in broad daylight if that shit was really what it was between them.

I knew who this pussy belonged to…

I just needed the woman attached to it to figure her shit out and come be with me for real.

Sha’Nelle swallowed, broke eye contact for a second, then looked back at me and cupped my face. She pulled me down into a kiss, and that shit almost took me out right here.

A nigga wasn’t used to feelin’ like this.

That pressure in my chest, that tightness in my throat… that wasn’t me.

So instead of sayin’ too much, I just went back to movin’ inside her, pickin’ up my rhythm and feelin’ my nut startin’ to build low in my stomach.

“You want me to make you cum?” I asked, breathin’ heavy as hell, tryna keep control before I lost it.

“Yes…” she whispered.

“A’ight…” I breathed against her skin.

I slid my hands down her body and under her hips. I lifted her ass up so I could get under her. I spread her open with both hands and watched how she took me. Then I pushed my dick all the way in, deep.

Then I started givin’ it to her steady, keepin’ the same stroke and the same depth while I stroked her over and over.

“Fuck…” she cried out, louder this time.

“Mmm… yeah, I know that’s yo’ shit…” I muttered in her ear, fightin’ my own shit, but focused on her.

“Yeah… just like that… don’t stop…” she begged, reachin’ back to grab my ass, pullin’ me deeper inside her.

“I got you, mama…” I said low before suckin’ on her neck again, keepin’ that same pressure, and same stroke.

“Shit… nigga…” she cried, her hand slidin’ up my back.

Her legs spread wider, and her pussy opened up for me. I gripped her ass and held her open while I felt how wet she got every time my dick pushed in.

“Yeah… give me that…” I groaned into her skin, startin’ to hit her harder now.

Her hand slid down to my ass, movin’ with my strokes and matchin’ my rhythm while I got all in that pussy.

“You like when I fuck you like this?” I breathed, pickin’ it up, tryna hold on.

“Yes baby… yes… you fuckin’ my pussy so goooood. You got it all wet and shit,” she whined all in my ear, makin’ it harder for a nigga to stay strong.

“Baby… you keep talkin’ like this, you gon’ make me bust… shut the fuck up and cum…” I muttered, barely keepin’ my control.

“You ready to bust in me baby?” she whispered, grindin’ up into me from the bottom.

“Fuck…” I muttered, my whole body tensin’ up.

And just like that, my shit gave up on me.