Page 70 of Certified To Handle You 2

This time, Renza took me dancin’.

Good music filled the room, people packed the dance floor and everybody looked like they came to forget about life for a few hours. A couple drinks later, that’s exactly what I was doin’.

I stood between Renza’s legs while he sat back on the sofa with a drink in one hand, and I danced with the music like I ain’t have a care in the world. Every now and then, I looked back over my shoulder, and he was already lookin’ at me with that grin that always showed up whenever he liked what he saw.

His hand rested on my hip before slidin’ across my waist while he kept sippin’ his drink and enjoyin’ the music. He looked comfortable just sittin’ there, watchin’ me enjoy myself, and every time I moved with the beat, he rubbed and smacked my ass.

A lil’ while later, Renza reached for my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine before noddin’ toward the exit. I smiled and followed him without askin’ no questions.

He led me through the crowd, out the front doors and across the parkin’ lot while keepin’ my hand in his the whole time.

When we made it to his truck, he walked around, opened the passenger door for me like he always did and waited until I climbed in before closin’ it. Then he made his way around to the driver’s side, slid behind the wheel and looked over at me with that same smile that had been wearin’ me down all week.

He leaned over the console and grabbed the side of my face, pullin’ me toward him before his lips pressed against mine. He took his time with it, slidin’ his tongue into my mouth while his hand stayed on me, holdin’ me in place.

When he finally pulled back, he looked at me for a second, his eyes draggin’ over my body like he was still takin’ me in.

“You know what time it is when we get back to the crib, right?” he asked, his voice low while his eyes stayed locked on mine.

I looked at him and smiled, shakin’ my head ‘cause this nigga already knew.

“Mm,” I hummed, and that was all he needed.

He leaned in and kissed me again, shorter this time, like he was sealin’ that shit before he pulled back and started the car.

As he backed out the spot and pulled off, I leaned my head against the seat and looked over at him, already knowin’ exactly how the rest of the night was finna go.

“You okay, baby?” Renza asked low in my ear, his voice rough while he held me tight against him and kept pushin’ his dick inside me from behind.

“Yes baby,” I whined, pushin’ my ass back on him and rollin’ my hips slow, takin’ my time so he could feel all of me.

“Yeah… keep that shit right there,” he muttered against my ear, his breath warm on my skin while his hands slid up my body and grabbed my titties, squeezin’ ‘em firm, and holdin’ me tight while he stayed deep inside me.

Every stroke was heavy and slow with his dick draggin’ through me in a way that made my body react in a crazy way.

The candles burned around us and that soft light hit our skin while the music played low, but none of that shit really mattered ‘cause all I felt was him. I felt chest pressed to my back, his mouth right at my ear and his hips movin’ with dominance that had my body meltin’ into his.

I kept rollin’ my hips back on him slow, feelin’ how deep his dick sat in me every time I moved just right. My breath came out uneven and I couldn’t even catch it.

“Do it again,” he said, his voice low and serious while his hand slid down to my waist and gripped it tight. “Roll that pussy on me like that again, baby.”

I did just that, pushin’ back slow and grindin’ on him the way he wanted.

His hand slid lower after that, draggin’ down my thigh before he pushed it open and lifted it up, spreadin’ me wider for him. His fingers ain’t stop there. They moved right betweenmy thighs, findin’ my clit, pressin’ on it slow before he started rubbin’ it in steady circles.

My breath came out soft and my hips stuttered for a second before I found my rhythm again, pushin’ back on him while he worked my clit just how he wanted.

“Yeah, Phat Mama. I feel you squeezin’ me now,” he muttered in my ear, his voice still rough while his fingers stayed on me, keepin’ that pressure right where I needed it.

Then he pushed back into me, deeper than before with my leg lifted, his dick hittin’ that spot that had my mouth fallin’ open and my back archin’ without me even thinkin’ about it.

“Fuck…” I let out, my voice breakin’, my body givin’ him everything he was pullin’ outta me.

His mouth found my neck right after. He sucked on that one spot slow, his tongue draggin’ over my skin, wet and hot, then his teeth pressed down just enough to make me hiss... all while he kept that same slow, deep stroke inside me.

God… this nigga knew exactly what he was doin’.

My body was givin’ in to him and reactin’ to every lil’ thing he did, but my mind was still fightin’ me. It was still remindin’ me that this shit wasn’t simple, and some of it wasn’t even safe.