Page 79 of Certified to Handle You
The deeper I pushed into her, the wetter she got, and I could feel that nut buildin’ up. Every time she slid down on me, I felt it more. I felt her givin’ it up without even tryna hold it back, and that shit had me sittin’ here enjoyin’ it instead of rushin’ to finish.
I finally tapped the blunt out in the ashtray and picked my glass back up, takin’ a slow sip while I looked at her. She was starin’ at me with her lip caught between her teeth and her brows pulled in tight. I could tell she was tryna hold it together but already losin’ that fight, and I liked that.
I set the glass down and slid my hand over her ass, palmin’ it slow before I started movin’ her myself, draggin’ her back and forth on my dick, controlin’ the pace while she followed it.
She started runnin’ her hands along my neck and up into my waves, her fingers pressin’ in like she needed somethin’ to hold on to. Her body was startin’ to give in, and I could feel it in the way she moved, and the way her rhythm started slippin’.
“Baby…” she breathed out, still movin’ slow but not as steady.
I smacked her ass, rubbed over it, then spread it open, keepin’ her right where I wanted her. My grip tightened some more, lettin’ her know I was just as deep in.
“I know, baby,” I said low in her ear. “Keep ridin’ it slow like this…. I want you to feel all ya nut.”
I kept rollin’ her pussy on me, feelin’ how tight she was gettin’ and how her body kept reactin’ every time I pushed into her justa lil’ deeper. I stayed right here with her, not lettin’ her speed up too fast. I wanted to keep her in that slow, heavy motion that had her body givin’ out piece by piece.
Her pussy was wet as hell, damn near slickin’ my thighs up, and that shit had my dick throbbin’ harder the longer she stayed on me. I could feel it in my chest, in my stomach, and in the way my grip tightened on her ass every time she moved.
She tried to keep that same rhythm, but it started breakin’ on her, her hips switchin’ up, goin’ from slow rolls to short, desperate strokes while her moans got louder and more strained. Her hands gripped me tighter with her nails pressin’ in like she ain’t even realize she was doin’ it.
Then she came…
Her whole body tightened up on my dick, her pussy clenchin’ down hard, grippin’ the fuck out my shit. She started shakin’ and breathin’ hard while she kept grindin’ through it, ridin’ it out like she ain’t have no control over it no more. I felt every bit of that shit and it had me lettin’ out a low breath while I held her tight.
I slid my hand up her back and gripped the back of her neck, pullin’ her down into me while she came. I held her close with her face pressed into my neck while her body shivered through it, my hand movin’ slowly up and down her back while she rode that shit out.
“You came hard, baby. My dick felt that shit,” I said low and right in her ear while I kept her close.
I knew she was in her feelins so I kissed, loved, and held her through it, lettin’ her settle back down on my dick. I stayed right here with my hand still on her.
Even after she came, I kept her movin’ and rollin’ her hips on my dick ’cause I had no plans of stoppin’.
I was finna fuck on her all night.
Days later…
I was ridin’ in the passenger seat, lookin’ out the window while Renza drove with his hand rested on my thigh. His palm was warm and grounded, and every now and then his thumb moved slowly across my skin. I didn’t interrupt it. I let it sit there and let myself feel it.
I felt good in a way that settled me because, for once, I wasn’t overthinkin’ him. I wasn’t tryin’ to figure out what he meant or where I stood. Renza had been showin’ me where I stood, and I could feel it in the way he kept me close without sayin’ too much.
I leaned my head back and let my eyes follow the view as we drove. The city shifted behind us, and the closer we got to the water, the more everything opened up. The docks stretched out along the shoreline, lined with boats and yachts that lookedexpensive from a distance. The whole area felt quiet and clean, and everything out here just looked like money.
After a while, Renza lifted his hand off my thigh and reached for his blunt. He lit it back up with one hand while keepin’ the other on the wheel, pullin’ from it slow. I turned my head and looked at him, really takin’ him in.
My nigga looked too damn good. His skin was that deep, rich chocolate that didn’t need light to stand out. It carried its own glow. His waves were brushed down clean with a sharp taper on the sides, and everything about him looked put together without him tryin’ too hard. He had on some simple but fresh shit, fitted just right, and whatever cologne he had on sat in the car with us and stayed.
I let my eyes linger before I shifted in my seat and smoothed my hand over my dress. The cream-colored fabric hugged my body in a way that felt soft but still showed what it needed to. My sandals were a warm caramel tone, clean and simple, and my Birkin matched perfectly. It was the same caramel shade with smooth leather, and it felt like money in my hand every time I picked it up.
Finally, we pulled into a private marina not too long after, and it didn’t look like anything I was used to. Security stood at the front, and the gates didn’t open until they checked Renza’s car. Once we got through, the road led straight toward the docks. It was chilled as hell, with nothing but high-end boats lined up on both sides.
Renza pulled into a reserved section close to the dock and cut the engine, his hand already moving before I could even think about mine. I stayed seated, watchin’ him step out and come around the front of the car, and a second later, he was right there on my side.
He opened my door and held his hand out to me. I placed my hand in his and stepped out, my sandals hittin’ the pavementwhile he kept hold of me just long enough to make sure I was good before lettin’ go. Right after that, he reached back into the car and grabbed both our luggage with one in each hand.
“Come on, baby,” he said, noddin’ toward the dock.
I fell in step beside him while he carried everything, and when I lifted my eyes toward the water, a huge beautiful yacht was sittin’ out there waiting on us.
The yacht sat out on the water and was hard to ignore.
