Page 110 of Certified to Handle You
My ass was naked as hell, out here in the middle of all this open land like I had lost my mind, but I couldn’t even bringmyself to care. Not when I was sittin’ on top of this sexy ass, black ass man, feelin’ his hands all over me, touchin’ me like he couldn’t get enough. If this was crazy, then shit… I was cool with bein’ crazy.
My thighs was spread over him, soft and thick with my stomach sittin’ heavy and natural over his. My titties fell full against his chest every time I leaned forward, with all of me on him with no space in between.
I knew what I looked like sittin’ up here with all this body on top of him. My ass was full in his hands and every time he gripped it and my wide hips, he let out another moan.
Knowin’ what I was doin’ to him only made me sit on him heavier.
I leaned down and kissed him again as my body pressed into his while his hands moved over me. When his palms came up under my titties, tryna hold both of them up at the same time, I smiled into his mouth ’cause I could feel how that shit turned him on.
“Yeah…” I murmured against his lips, sittin’ up just enough to let how big and full they really was.
His eyes dragged over my body, takin’ his time, and instead of rushin’ me, his hands came up slow, spreadin’ over my chest while he took a minute with me. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, rubbin’ over them soft at first, then firmer once he felt ’em start to harden under his touch.
I let out a low breath, as I slid my nails into his hair and watched him.
“Yeah…” I murmured, barely above a whisper.
He leaned up off the ground with one arm comin’ around my back to hold me steady while he brought his mouth to my titty. His lips dragged slow over it before he wrapped them around my nipple. His tongue moved around it in circles, slow.
My head tipped back, my hand pressin’ deeper into his hair while my body softened into him, lettin’ him have this moment.
“Mmm,” I let out, my voice low as I rolled my hips against him.
He stayed there for a second, takin’ his time with me, suckin’ and lickin’ my nipples until I felt it all the way down in my stomach, then he pulled back just enough to look up at me again, his hand still holdin’ my body in place.
“You are… beautiful as fuck, Sha’Nelle,” he said low.
I smirked, tiltin’ my head. “Rolls and all?”
His hand slid over my stomach, down my waist, then back up, touchin’ every inch on purpose.
“Rolls and all, bae,” he said, softer this time.
When he leaned back, I leaned forward and kissed him again, deeper now, my tongue slidin’ against his while my hands moved over his chest, feelin’ him under me. One of his hands dropped to my ass, grippin’ it tight, and holdin’ it open while the other guided his dick toward my pussy.
And listen… I wasn’t even finna play with this nigga.
It had been a minute since I had any type of dick, and I wasn’t about to waste time actin’ shy or holdin’ back. I needed to feel him, and the only thing on my mind was hopin’ he could handle me the way I was ready to handle him.
He brushed the tip of his dick against my clit, slow, and the second he felt how wet I was, his head tilted back.
“Damn…” he breathed.
“Yeah… you feel this pussy, baby?” I asked low, rollin’ my hips on him. “This what you about to slide into.”
He smacked my ass, bit his bottom lip and whispered, “I can’t wait baby.”
My pussy was throbbin’ so bad it made my hips move on their own, and I ain’t even hesitate about a damn thing.
I sank down on his dick in one motion, takin’ all of him, my mouth fallin’ open as that first stretch hit me.
“Fuck…” I whispered, my head droppin’ forward for a second.
“Woah…” he muttered, his hands comin’ up quick to my hips, tryna slow me down like he needed a second to process how good this pussy felt.
I looked down at him with my brows pulled together. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, jaw tight, eyes locked on me. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong… you just feel too damn good.”
