Page 25 of Certified to Handle You
I pushed my dick back inside her in one motion, droppin’ into that pussy deep, and my whole body tensed off that first stroke.
“Ahh… fuck…” I groaned, pressin’ into her while my hips started movin’.
She was wetter, and fuller. This pussy gripped me every time I pushed in, and my shit was throbbin’ hard as hell, like it ain’t even know how to calm down.
“Keep fuckin’ me like this, Renza,” she cried, reachin’ back, her fingers runnin’ through my waves, scratchin’ light.
“A’ight…” I breathed, pickin’ up my pace, pushin’ deeper and harder, lettin’ that rhythm take over.
Then, I heard my name.
It was faint at first, then louder.
“Renza! You cheatin’ muthafucka!”
Before I could even react, Sha’Nelle tightened her pussy around my dick and pulled me deeper inside her.
“Fuck that bitch… keep fuckin’ me,” she said, her voice low and reckless.
“Wha… what?” I muttered, tryna pull back, but her pussy held me here, tight and wet, not lettin’ a nigga go.
“Renza! I know you hear me!” Reni’s voice got louder.
“Renza… fuck her,” Sha’Nelle whispered, wrappin’ her legs tighter around my waist, lockin’ me in.
And then the shit got worse…
Her pussy got even wetter, and even tighter with that slick sound buildin’ every time I moved, and that feelin’ hit me hard as hell.
I couldn’t pull out. I ain’t even gon’ lie.
“I’m ’bout to cum!” I groaned, my voice deep and strained, my whole body tight while I chased that shit.
Reni was still yellin’, cussin’ me the fuck out.
But this pussy had me.
I was growlin’, thrustin’ and chasin’ that nut like a nigga ain’t have no sense left, and right when it hit?—
Everything went black…
I opened my eyes, my breath heavy while I stared at the ceilin’. I was in my bed, alone and confused as hell.
The room was quiet, but my body was still tight, and buzzin’ from that shit like it really just happened. I blinked a few times, tryna catch up and figure out what the fuck just went on.
My body was still tight while I lay there tryna come back down, but my dick ain’t get the memo. My shit was hard as hell, standin’ up heavy against my gray briefs and throbbin’ like it was still buried in some pussy. The front of my damn drawers was soaked through, and dark, and sticky with the fabric damn near glued to me from how much I just let off.
I dragged a hand down my face, lettin’ out a low breath while I stared down at the shit, shakin’ my head.
“Aww, hell naw…” I muttered under my breath.
A nigga really just nutted in his sleep…
After that crazy ass dream I had of Sha’Nelle, I shook that shit off and got my day started.
I wasn’t about to sit around thinkin’ about it when I already knew how slippery that road could get if I let my mind wander too far.
I had been up for a minute already, handlin’ what needed to be handled. I took a long shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushed my waves down real neat, and got dressed.
