Page 70 of Certified to Handle You
“I am serious about you!” he snapped, his voice risin’ higher now. “But you not finna sit here and act like I gotta prove that shit every five minutes and then turn around and throw another nigga in my face like I ain’t supposed to react.”
I folded my arms, lookin’ up at him with attitude all over my face. “I ain’t throw nobody in your face. I was mindin’ my business.”
“Man, stop playin’ with me,” he said, shakin’ his head. “You know exactly what you was doin’ in there.”
“Oh, so now I can’t go out? I can’t have fun?” I’m supposed to sit around and wait on you to figure out if I’m worth it or not?”
He stepped in even closer, his voice droppin’ low. “Don’t twist shit up like that. You know damn well that ain’t what I’m doin’.”
“Then what are you doin’, Renza?” I shot back. “’Because from where I’m standin’, it feel like I’m wastin’ my time.”
That hit, and I saw it in his face for a split second before that hardness came right back.
“Reni… You not finna disrespect me and act like you can replace me just to make a point. A nigga ain’t stupid. You wanted this type of reaction outta me.”
I rolled my eyes hard, my emotions all over the place. “Fuck you, Renza!”
“It’s fuck me, huh?” Renza moaned in my ear, his voice rough while he pushed his dick deeper inside me, his tongue draggin’ all over my neck like he was tryna mark me up.
I was pinned against the love sofa, with one leg hangin’ over the arm while the other was hooked tight around his waist. I was strugglin’ to take all his dick the way he was givin’ it to me. My body kept tryin’ to adjust, but he wasn’t lettin’ up long enough for me to catch my rhythm.
After fightin’ in that damn club parkin’ lot, I still ended up in his car, arguin’ and callin’ him all kinda names while he drove.
That shit didn’t stop when we got to my condo either. It followed us straight through the door, built up even worse, and before I could even think straight, his hands was strong around my throat. It was rough and impatient like all his anger had to go somewhere.
“I’m burnin’ this shit. You might as well forget you even wore this hoe shit,” he said low while he yanked my shorts down my legs and ripped my shirt clean off me like it didn’t cost shit.
Next thing I knew, I was pinned against the sofa with his dick buried deep in my pussy, and this wasn’t the way he usually fucked me. This shit felt like punishment, like he was takin’ every bit of his anger out on my body instead of sayin’ it.
“Renza… fuck!” I moaned, my voice breakin’ while I dug my nails into his forearm, tryna hold on while he held my thighs open and spread me wider.
His thumbs pressed deep into my skin while he fucked me rough, his hips slammin’ into me over and over until I couldn’t even think straight. All I heard was my pussy squishin’ around his dick every time he pushed in and pulled out. The sound was loud enough to mix in with every moan that kept fallin’ out my mouth.
We was both still mad as hell… but neither of us was stoppin’.
“Nah…” he breathed against my ear, pushin’ deeper and stretchin’ my pussy out like he needed me to feel all of him. “I thought it was fuck me… so I’mma show you what a fuck is.”
My legs started shakin’, my muscles tightenin’ from how he had me bent. When I tried to say his name again, his hand slid up and wrapped around my throat.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Then his mouth crashed into mine, his tongue pushin’ past my lips while he kept fuckin’ me like he wasn’t about to slow down for nothin’. The kiss was deep, messy, and hungry. His lips was movin’ all over mine while he sucked and licked into my mouth.
A shiver ran through my whole body, my eyes rollin’ back while my fingers curled into the sofa. I hated how good this shit felt with how mad I still was at him.
Renza was deep in my pussy, beatin’ it up in a way that had my body givin’ in whether I wanted it to or not, and truth be told… I didn’t want it any other way.
His mouth moved from my lips down to my jaw, then all over my neck while his hips kept slammin’ into me, harder and faster, like he wasn’t done until he got it all out.
“I’mma teach you ’bout playin’ with me,” he muttered in my ear. “You wanna put other niggas in my face? A’ight… I’m finna put this dick on you… all night.”
The way he said it made my stomach tighten, and I felt that shit buildin’ low in my body, tryna act like a part of me wasn’t scared of what he was about to do to me.
From the couch to the floor, back to the couch, then all the way into the bedroom, Renza didn’t give me a damn break.
Every time I thought he was about to slow down or let me catch myself, he was already movin’ me again, flippin’ me over, bendin’ me a different way, or pullin’ me up just to put me right back down how he wanted me.
At one point, he had me laid across the edge of the sofa with my back arched and my legs pushed up as he stood between them, holdin’ me in place while he pushed his dick deep in my pussy. My hands was grabbin’ at anything I could reach as my body tried to adjust while he kept that same pressure, not lettin’ up.
