Page 35 of Certified To Handle You 2

When I finally pulled back, her face was wet, and I ain’t even wanna look at it too long, so I turned and walked out before that shit could sit on me heavier than it already was.

By the time I got back to my whip, I sat for a minute without startin’ it.

I leaned back in the seat and ran my hand over my head, lettin’ everything hit me all at the same time while my thoughts kept jumpin’ from one thing to the next without slowin’ down.

Reni cryin’ in my face was sittin’ on me, and at the same time, I could still hear Sha’Nelle in my ear from that night. I could still see the way she was movin’ under me and the way she was sayin’ whatever I needed to hear while I was deep in her. That shit kept runnin’ back to back in my head like it ain’t know where it was supposed to land, and the more I tried not to think about it, the louder it got.

One minute I was thinkin’ about Reni tellin’ me she miss me and lookin’ like she ain’t know how to function without me, and the next minute I was thinkin’ about Sha’Nelle sayin’ she was mine while she was givin’ me everything I wanted, and that pull between both of ‘em had my mind fucked up in a way I couldn’t even ignore.

One minute I was thinkin’ about what I had with Reni for two years, and the history we had. Then the next minute, I was seein’ Sha’Nelle, hearin’ her voice, and the way we could just kick it and chop it up. I kept thinkin’ about how her body reacted to me like she ain’t never had nobody else touch her like that.

That shit sat heavier on me in a way I ain’t like. I exhaled slow while my hand tightened around the wheel as I stared straight ahead, tryna make sense of everything that was runnin’ through my head.

As much as I hated seein’ Reni like that, knowin’ she was hurtin’ and feelin’ like she lost me forreal this time, I still couldn’t lie to myself about where I was at with her.

My mind kept driftin’ right back to Sha’Nelle, and it made it real clear to me that whatever I had goin’ on with her wasn’t done, no matter how messy it got or who got caught in the middle of it.

That pull I had toward her wasn’t goin’ nowhere, and I already knew it wasn’t about to.

It was late as hell, and I couldn’t sleep for shit.

Truth was, I wanted some pussy… but not just any pussy. I wanted Sha’Nelle so bad the shit had me in a chokehold, and I couldn’t shake it no matter how hard I tried.

The TV was on, playin’ some random shit low, but I wasn’t hearin’ none of it. My mind was somewhere else, and my body was right there with it.

My dick was hard as hell, standin’ up like it had a mind of its own, and I already knew I wasn’t about to fall asleep like this. I don’t even know what got into me like that, but it felt like ‘Nelle had a grip on me that I couldn’t break if I wanted to.

You would think the thought of her layin’ up with another nigga would’ve killed that shit, but it ain’t do nothin’ but make it worse. All it did was have me thinkin’ about how he wasn’t touchin’ her the way I was. I knew he wasn’t deep in that pussy the way I got, though. I knew he wasn’t pullin’ them sounds outta her the way I did, and that shit had my jaw tight while my body reacted the complete opposite.

It ain’t matter what I did throughout the day; soon as I got back in this bed and closed my eyes, ‘Nelle was there, chillin’ in the back of my damn eyelids.

Even though I loved her, I always saw her body first. I saw that ass movin’ on me, felt the way she dropped down on my dick and rolled it slow, knowin’ what that shit did to a nigga like me. I heard her voice in my ear, talkin’ that shit she be talkin’, and moanin’ my name all crazy. That shit alone had my hand movin’ before I even realized it.

I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked it slow at first, lettin’ that image build instead of rushin’ through it. My head leaned back in the pillow while my eyes stayed closed, and all I could see was her ridin’ me, her body takin’ me in and givin’ it right back.

“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, feelin’ that tension start to build up in me.

The more I stroked, the clearer that shit got. Now I could see her mouth on me, and the way she took her time with it. I could see the way her lips wrapped around my dick while her tongue worked over my shit. That memory hit harder than I expected, and my grip tightened on my dick without me even thinkin’ about it.

That wasn’t enough though, and that’s what fucked me up. It ain’t matter how much I stroked, it still felt like somethin’ was missin’, like my body knew this wasn’t Sha’Nelle and refused to settle for it.

I sat up, breathin’ heavier now, and ran my hand down my face before gettin’ up and headin’ to the bathroom. I grabbed the lotion quick and ain’t even think twice about it before slickin’ my hand up and walkin’ right back to the bed.

Soon as I laid back down, my hand went right back to my dick, movin’ over it smoother now. It was slower but heavier, like I was tryna make that shit feel as close to her as I could.

My thumb brushed over the tip, and when I saw that shine on my dick, my mind went straight to the way ‘Nelle used to cream on me. That shit sent somethin’ through me.

My chest started risin’ faster, and my strokes picked up without me even tellin’ myself to go harder. I was deep in it now, lost in that memory, imaginin’ ‘Nelle under me again with her legs wide open. I imagined her body takin’ all this dick I was givin’ her while I talked in her ear.

My head fell back, and I bit down on my lip while my hand worked my dick harder and faster, chasin’ that same feelin’ ‘Nelle gave me in real life.

“Fuck…” I groaned, my voice deeper now, and strained as that pressure built up quick.

I imagined I was inside her again, pushin’ into her slow, then harder, hearin’ her lose control while I told her exactly what the fuck I was gon’ do to her all night.

“I’m ‘bout to nut in that pussy…” I muttered without even realizin’ it, my hand movin’ in sync with that thought like it was real. And that was all it took.

My body tightened up, and I came hard as fuck, my hand still movin’ on my dick while that shit hit me in waves that I couldn’t even control. My hips pushed up into my own hand, chasin’ that last bit of it. My jaw clenched and my eyes squeezed shut while I rode that shit all the way through instead of cuttin’ it short. My chest was liftin’ heavy, my breath comin’ out rough while that release kept comin’, slowin’ down until my body finally started easin’ off.