Page 72 of Certified To Handle You 2

I felt the way his body tightened up, and that shit made me go harder, grindin’ back slow and deep, makin’ sure he felt every muscle in this pussy squeezin’ him.

“Yeah… nut in this pussy,” I said, my voice thick and nasty, talkin’ straight to him while I pushed back on him again. “Stop holdin’ that shit… let me feel that dick when it bust. I want that cum in me.”

“Fuck…” he groaned, his fingers diggin’ into my hip while he started fuckin’ me harder, his strokes gettin’ sloppy.

“Yeah… give me that shit,” I kept goin’, my voice breakin’ while I rode him. “Put that nut in me. Let me feel it… fill this pussy up.”

His whole body locked up behind me and that deep, raw moan ripped out of him while he kept slammin’ into me, nuttin’ deep in my pussy just how I told him to.

“Yeah… take it,” he muttered, his voice thick, still thrustin’ slow while he emptied out in me.

I kept throwin’ my ass back on him, ridin’ it out, feelin’ every bit of it while my pussy kept reactin’, squeezin’ him and milkin’ that shit outta him ‘til his grip finally eased up and his breathin’ got heavy behind me.

When he was done, he let my thigh go and wrapped his arms around my stomach, pullin’ me back into him, holdin’ me tight.

“Shit…” he mumbled low.

I rested against him shoulder feelin’ his chest rise and fall behind me. I felt the emotion in him while he held me after, and that was the part that got me the most.

While we laid in bed, Renza never once loosened his hold on me. His arm stayed wrapped around my waist while I rested against him, listenin’ to his heartbeat finally start slowin’ down.

The candles was still burnin’ around us and that same slow music played low through the room, but now it all felt different. The intensity was gone, and what was left was the part of him I ain’t think too many people ever got to see. He was quiet, calm and all the way gentle with me.

His lips found the side of my neck again. He kissed me there real slow before lettin’ his mouth rest against my skin. His beard brushed my shoulder while his fingers traced lazy circles across my stomach, and I caught myself relaxin’ into him all over again.

“I leave in two days,” he said low after a long silence.

I stayed quiet, waitin’ on him to finish.

“That mean you comin’ too.”

My eyes shifted toward him, and I turned my head just enough for our eyes to meet.

He looked serious as hell too.

I opened my mouth like I was about to say somethin’, but the words never came. I looked back toward the ceilin’ instead and let the silence just sit between us ‘cause I ain’t wanna ruin what we had right now.

This was the first time in a long time that everything felt… easy between me and Renza. There wasn’t no arguin’, no tension, and no walls between us. It was just me and him and for a few minutes, I wanted to hold on to that.

The problem was… I couldn’t go.

As much as I loved bein’ in Renza’s arms, I couldn’t just leave my whole life behind ‘cause he decided it was time. I still had responsibilities, people that depended on me and questions I needed answered before I made a decision that big.

The hardest part wasn’t knowin’ I had to tell him not right now… The hardest part was knowin’ how possessive Renza was.

When this nigga wanted somethin’, he expected it to happen right then and there, and I honestly ain’t know how he was gon’react when he realized this was one thing I couldn’t give him, but for right now.

So instead of sayin’ any of that, I just laid here in his arms while my mind started racin’, tryna figure out how I was gon’ tell the nigga I loved no… without turnin’ us into somethin’ we might not be able to come back from.

When I woke up the next mornin’, I was still in Renza’s arms with my back pressed against his chest and one of his heavy ass arms wrapped around my stomach.

Last night kept replayin’ in my head, but it wasn’t only the sex I was thinkin’ about. It was what Renza said afterward when he told me he was leavin’ my city in two days, and that meant I was leavin’ with him. He said it like the shit had already been decided, like all I had to do was get on the plane and let him take care of everything else.

As bad as I wanted to be with him, my life wasn’t somethin’ I could fold up, put in a suitcase and carry on a damn plane. My mama had her own life, and I still helped with my grandma whenever I was needed. I had people here who depended on me, and even if they could manage without me, I couldn’t just disappear without talkin’ to nobody or makin’ sure everything was straight first.

Then there was the question of where the hell I was supposed to live once I got to Trill-Land. I loved Toni. Everybody and they mama knew that was my bitch, but I wasn’t about to move back in her house with her, and Kay’Lo like I ain’t have no pride. Renza still had his place with Pressure, and I wasn’t movin’ inthere either. That damn mansion was already full, and even if nobody made me feel unwanted, I would feel like I was in the way.

Renza had money, and I knew he could buy another house without thinkin’ twice about it. He probably could’ve had somebody find one before we even landed, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he kept decidin’ what my life was gon’ look like without ever stoppin’ to ask me if I was ready to make a bunch of impulsive moves.