Page 40 of Certified To Handle You 2

“Thank you, baby. That mean a lot comin’ from you.”

“You’re welcome,” I told him, rubbin’ the back of his neck before sittin’ back in my seat.

Couture started the car, then reached over and grabbed my hand before pullin’ away from the curb.

I looked out the window while my fingers stayed locked with his, and for once, I ain’t feel like makin’ excuses for myself or tryna figure out which man made me feel what.

All I knew was that Couture had just opened up another part of his life to me, and I ain’t take that shit lightly.

Whenever I got back home, I needed to buckle down and figure out what the fuck I was really doin’, ‘cause Couture wasn’t playin’ with me. He was showin’ me that in every way that mattered, and if I was gon’ keep holdin’ this man’s hand while he made room for me in his life, then I needed to make damn sure I wasn’t bringin’ no mess into it that he ain’t deserve.

“Fuck, baby,” Couture moaned while I rode his dick slow.

While he laid on his back on the bed, I had my palms pressed into his chest, draggin’ my hips back and forth on him while I watched his face. Every time I rolled my hips forward, I could feel him push his dick deeper inside me, and the way his hands stayed gripped around my ass let me know he was enjoyin’ every second of it.

“It feel good, baby?” I asked before lettin’ out a moan when I rocked forward again.

“Hell yeah, baby, it feel good,” he moaned back while rubbin’ my ass in slow circles and bitin’ down on his bottom lip.

I bit mine too and kept rollin’ my hips before I started bouncin’ up and down on his dick. I could tell this pussy was really gettin’ to him ‘cause his brows pulled together and that small vein started poppin’ up in the middle of his forehead while he watched me ride him.

“Yeah, baby,” Couture moaned while his hands moved with me, grippin’ my ass every time I dropped back down on him.

The longer I rode his dick, the wetter I got, and now my pussy was makin’ all kinda slick sounds every time I moved. Betweenthat, Couture moanin’ underneath me and the way his dick kept hittin’ inside me, I could feel myself about to cum all over him.

“Baby…” Couture moaned as his hands tightened around my hips and he pushed his dick deeper inside me.

“Yes, baby?” I moaned back, draggin’ my ass harder against him before liftin’ myself and droppin’ back down until my ass bounced against his balls.

This shit was startin’ to feel too damn good, and once I felt that familiar pressure buildin’ between my legs, I stopped thinkin’ about everything except catchin’ my nut. I started bouncin’ harder, tryna keep the same angle ‘cause I knew if I stayed right here long enough, I was gon’ cum all over his dick.

“I’m ‘bout to cum,” Couture moaned as he pushed deeper inside me.

“Wait, baby… let me cum on this dick first,” I moaned as I rode him faster and harder, tryna catch my damn nut before he got his.

I could feel my orgasm startin’ to build, and that was the only thing I could think about in the moment. My thighs was burnin’ from ridin’ him, my pussy was soaked, and every time I came down on him, I felt myself gettin’ closer.

“Fuck!” I cried while I kept movin’, tryna get there, but it seemed like the harder I chased the damn shit, the further away it got.

I ain’t know if it was ‘cause I knew Couture was about to cum or what, but once he said it, part of my mind started focusin’ on him instead of what my own body was doin’. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed sex with Couture, but if this nigga said he was cumin’, he meant that shit. There wasn’t no hold on, give me another minute or let me get you there first. And dependin’ on how hard he came, that shit could turn into a one and done situation real quick.

I bounced harder anyway, determined to beat his ass to it, and right when I felt myself finally gettin’ close again, Couture grabbed my waist and lifted me off him. Before I could even process what the hell was happenin’, he wrapped his hand around his dick, stroked it a few times and came hard.

“Shit!” he growled as he kept strokin’ through it.

“I was almost thereeee!” I cried, lookin’ down at him like I couldn’t believe this nigga had really beat me to my own damn orgasm.

Couture was breathin’ heavy while he tried to catch his breath, but he looked at my face and already knew I wasn’t playin’.

“Okay, baby. Give me a second,” he told me while still tryna pull himself together. “I’m ‘bout to put it back in.”

I ain’t say nothin’ or make a big deal about it ‘cause honestly, it just was what the fuck it was. I wasn’t mad at Couture, and I damn sure wasn’t about to turn sex into some awkward ass conversation while we was both still naked in the bed.

Yeah, I could’ve let Couture stick his dick back in me and fuck me until I came, but it felt like the moment had already passed. My body had been right there, and once I lost it, that same feeling wasn’t comin’ back as easy.

I guess he could tell by the expression on my face that I wasn’t completely satisfied ‘cause after givin’ himself a minute, he put his dick back inside me anyway. His hands gripped my waist as he started draggin’ me back and forth on him, tryna finish what we started.

I bit my lip and tried to get back into it. I really did. My heart was in it ‘cause I wanted to enjoy my man, and I wanted my body to pick back up where it left off, but my pussy just wasn’t followin’ along with the plan no more.