Page 151 of Certified to Handle You
I dragged my ass harder and then started bouncin’ harder. “Talk to me, baby. You know I hate when you ignore me while I’m on this dick.”
“Got damn… yeah baby… I do… fuck,” He finally said, his voice weak and broken like I had him exactly where I wanted him.
Now, I was in my zone, ridin’ Renza just to show him what it was gon’ always be when we got in this bedroom.
He was still tryna grip my ass but his hands kept slidin’, his control slippin’ while I rode him faster and nastier. Both of us was sweatin’ and breathin’ heavy.
“Baby, I’m ‘bout to cum,” he moaned and that made me ride him even harder, slappin’ all this wet pussy on his dick and smearin’ it all over his thighs.
“Tell me you love me,” I cried as I felt my own damn nut buildin’.
“I love you, baby.” He moaned, and the way he said it made my whole body react like he meant every word.
I chased my nut hard, rollin’ my hips, bouncin’ and draggin’ my pussy until I squeezed my eyes shut and came, squirtin’ just a lil’ on him.
“Fuckkkkk!” I cried, ridin’ him harder while I rode out the rest of my nut.
“Roll over baby,” he said out of breath.
When I got off him, his dick slipped out and fell against his thigh hard. I looked down at the cream and cum on it and bit my bottom lip.
Before I could even think, Renza had me on all fours while he got behind me, grippin’ my waist and smackin’ my ass. I sighed and dropped my head when he slid his big ass dick back in me and started fuckin’ me hard.
It was gettin’ too rough so I reached behind me to slow him down but he grabbed my arm and locked it behind my back.
He leaned forward and whispered deep in my ear, “If you reach back here again, I’mma tie you up and fuck you. Don’t touch shit.”
All I could do was nod, grip the sheets, and bury my face in the pillow while he fucked me. I moaned, I cried, I screamed, I begged for mercy but he ain’t let up.
Renza knew how to handle my ass whether he was bringin’ the pain or the pleasure. He knew exactly how to make me tap out and still come back for more.
“You bet not give this pussy away. This shit mine now. I bet not even see you talkin’ to no nigga, or I’m killin’ him,” He said as he pounded me harder.
“You hear me?” He asked, pushin’ deeper and makin’ me cry out.
“Yes, I hear you!”
After a while, I felt Renza’s grip tighten on my hips and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and came all over my ass, gruntin’ loud while he did it.
I looked over my shoulder at him and felt a chill run through me while I watched him grip his dick. I still couldn’t believe I was takin’ all that.
“You know I’m forreal right?” He asked me.
“About what?” I asked, damn near out of breath.
“You talkin’ to another nigga.”
Renza’s face was serious and I knew he wasn’t playin’.
“Don’t no other nigga need to be hittin’ this pussy but me. I’ll really kill a nigga behind this pussy.”
I laughed it off but I knew he wasn’t playin’. My mind drifted to Couture and how I had been with him before he left.
I wasn’t in the business of gettin’ nobody crossed up and at the end of the day, Renza wasn’t no different than the other Mensah men in his family. I knew his ass was crazy so just to keep everybody safe, I knew I was gon’ have to really leave Couture the fuck alone.
After havin’ sex all damn day, me and Renza was laid up on the couch like we ain’t have a care in the world. I was stretched out on top of him with my head on his chest, wrapped up in a blanket like a big ass baby while some scary movie played on the TV that I wasn’t even payin’ attention to no more.
My body was sore in places I ain’t even know could get sore, and the way he had been flippin’ me around all day had me feelin’ like I done ran a whole marathon, but I wasn’t complainin’ about none of it.
