Page 71 of Certified To Handle You 2

You would think bein’ here with Renza would be enough to make me forget everything else, but it wasn’t. I wanted him. I couldn’t even lie about that, but there was still shit about him I knew I wasn’t ready for.

This nigga still ain’t let me go to my mama house to get nothin’, not even panties, and every time I brought it up, he shut that shit down like it wasn’t even an option. The crazy part was, I ain’t even push it. I knew I should have, but I didn’t. That bothered me a lil’, ‘cause I ain’t never been the type to just let a nigga decide shit for me.

Lovin’ Renza ain’t feel light. That shit felt heavy and deep in a way I wasn’t used to, and it had me thinkin’ about myself morethan him. It made me realize how easy it was for me to lose focus when he was around, how quick I was to let shit slide and honestly, that scared the fuck outta me. I wasn’t scared of him. I was scared of me and how much control I would lose over my mind if I gave in to him for real, for real.

I was already crossin’ lines I ain’t have no business crossin’. I was cheatin’, sneakin’, and lettin’ him fuck me and handle me in ways I ain’t never let nobody else. That wasn’t me, and I knew it. If I could go this far already, then I knew what it would look like if I let myself fall all the way into him, and that wasn’t a place I trusted myself to come back from.

That thought should’ve made me stop. It should’ve made me get up and put some distance between me and Renza, but it didn’t. I stayed right here, lettin’ him stroke me slow and hold me close, knowin’ damn well I was playin’ with somethin’ I might not be able to control once I gave in to it.

“I love you, baby,” he said in my ear, his voice low and sure while he kept my thigh lifted, pushin’ most of his dick deeper into me.

I reached back and rubbed his beard, my breath shaky. “I love you too, Renza…”

“How much?” he asked, pushin’ deeper, grindin’ into me slow like he was pullin’ it outta me.

“Too fuckin’ much,” I cried, my back archin’ without me even thinkin’.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, his tone rough and serious.

“Yours… it’s yours,” I whispered.

“It better be,” he muttered, pushin’ into me again.

I bit my lip. My hips started movin’ faster on they own as I grinded back on him. My pussy started makin’ them soft, wet sounds every time I pushed back on his dick. The slickness of it mixed with the sound of his thighs hittin’ the back of my ass.That steady clap filled the room and made it harder for me to keep any kind of control over my body.

“Yeah… I feel that,” he groaned in my ear while my body clenched around him. “I hear you, Phat Mama… keep talkin’ to me.”

That shit hit deep and had me feelin’ some type of way.

“Fuck…” I mumbled, pushin’ back harder, needin’ more.

He kept goin’, rubbin’ my clit and pushin’ all that dick in me. The pressure kept buildin’ until my thighs started shakin’ and my breath came out uneven.

“Cum on this dick,” he said low, his voice strainin’. “Let me feel it.”

“Yes… I’mma cum,” I moaned, pushin’ back faster, losin’ that slow control.

That slow pace broke and turned into both of us meetin’ each other. My hips picked up, his grip got tighter and our bodies hit harder until that pressure finally snapped.

“Ahh, fuck!” I cried out, my body jerkin’ while I came, ridin’ it out on his dick, gettin’ nastier and sloppier with it.

He leaned back just enough to spread my ass open, and when he started fuckin’ me harder and faster, I felt all that shit.

“Yeah… cum in yo’ pussy,” I moaned, grippin’ the sheets. “Fill me up…”

“Oh yeah?” he huffed, his strokes turnin’ reckless.

“Yeah…”

His hand came up and gripped my shoulder tight while he drove into me in long strokes, his body flexin’ behind me.

“I’m ‘bout to bust,” he groaned, his voice breakin’.

I threw my ass back on him, ridin’ his strokes and feelin’ him about to cum from how stiff his dick got.

“You my bitch?” he asked low, hittin’ my shit harder.

“Yes… I’m yo’ bitch,” I moaned, my voice breathless as I pushed back on him harder. “I’m yo’ hoe, yo’ slut… all that shit.I’m whatever the fuck you need me to be,” I moaned, throwin’ my ass back on him harder, ridin’ that dick while I felt his strokes start to lose rhythm behind me.