Page 88 of Certified To Handle You 2

It was that same look she had every time her feelin’s started beatin’ out all that tough shit she tried to put on. She knew I saw it too ‘cause that hard look came right back across her face like she was tryna snatch control before I called her out on it.

“Sit yo’ ass down, nigga,” she said, shovin’ me back into one of the leather chairs with straps hangin’ off every side.

She reached up and took the collar from around my neck before strappin’ me down as tight as she could. I tested the leather against my wrists with a lil’ pull and smirked to myself. She was serious about this shit.

When she finished, she eased down between my legs and started unbucklin’ my pants.

“You better hope these straps can hold me,” I said, lookin’ dead into her eyes.

For a split second, I caught her swallow. It was almost like she got nervous after hearin’ me say that, but Toni wasn’t about to let me see her fold. She kept that same hard look on her face while she unbuckled my pants and pulled my dick out. All I could do was watch her, wonderin’ how much longer she thought she was gon’ stay in control.

The second she put my dick in her mouth and started goin’ up and down on my shit, my brows pulled together and my head rested against the chair. I looked back down at her while she stayed locked in, suckin’ and slurpin’, soakin’ my shit like she was determined to make me forget every damn thing I had planned for her.

Her eyes stayed on mine while she worked, and that shit alone had my chest risin’ heavier. My jaw tightened, and I had to remind myself to stay still ‘cause every instinct in me was tellin’ me to take over. Every move she made tested my patience, and I could feel that switch inside me gettin’ closer and closer to flippin’. She thought she was wearin’ a nigga down, but all shewas really doin’ was buildin’ me up for the moment I got out these straps.

Toni always sucked my dick good, and I ain’t gon’ lie… that was part of the reason I married her. Yeah, it was deeper than that, but I wasn’t finna sit here and act like the way she fucked me and sucked a nigga dry ain’t have nothin’ to do with it. My wife knew my body just as good as I knew hers, and every damn time she got on my dick, she showed me why I would never stick it in another woman.

Over the years, her mouth had only got better, and she was suckin’ my dick like she created this muthafucka. Every gag, every spit, every hawkin’ sound that came from her throat had my hips movin’ before I could even stop ‘em. She was takin’ her time, makin’ a nigga feel every second of that shit, and when I felt my dick hittin’ the back of her throat, I damn near lost my mind. I was already testin’ the straps without even thinkin’ about it, pullin’ against ’em off pure instinct ‘cause every part of me wanted to grab her, hold her and take over.

Then she started usin’ both hands to twist and jerk my dick while she kept suckin’ it sloppy, and all types of moans broke loose from my mouth before I could catch ‘em. I was bitin’ my lip, throwin’ my head back and callin’ out to my wife like I needed her more than I needed air. Every thing she did had me ridin’ that line between keepin’ my composure and snappin’ clean out.

By the time I looked back down at her, both her hands was covered in spit. Most niggas probably thought that shit was nasty, but it just turned me on even more. It was somethin’ about knowin’ every bit of that came from me that had a nigga ready to lose his damn mind. When she finally stood up and put her hands in my face, I ain’t hesitate. I licked all that shit off like it was honey, keepin’ my eyes locked on hers the whole time just so she knew I wasn’t wastin’ a damn drop.

My pants was still on with my dick hangin’ out, and I couldn’t really fuck like this. I was one of those niggas that needed to be butt ass naked to get a good nut. I wanted to be so deep in the pussy that my balls hurt. I wanted all my skin against hers with nothin’ in the way, and every second I sat here with my pants still around my legs had me pullin’ harder at the straps, wonderin’ how much longer she planned on playin’ with me.

But I was in Toni’s world, so I had to do shit her way… for now.

When she finally sat down on my dick, we both let out a moan at the same time.

“Shit,” I moaned, feelin’ chills run through me while she rode my dick slow.

Every movement she made had me fightin’ the urge to buck up into her, but all I could do was grip the arms of that chair and take what she was givin’ me. She knew exactly how to drag that shit out, and I swear she was enjoyin’ watchin’ me struggle.

Then she grabbed the front of my neck and squeezed as hard as she could. I wanted to smack her ass so bad but I couldn’t, and that’s what had a nigga gettin’ anxious. Every part of me was screamin’ to grab her, hold her and take control, but all I could do was sit here and let her keep thinkin’ she had me exactly where she wanted me.

Toni licked and sucked my neck like she was determined to mark my shit up bad. Every bite and pull of her lips had chills crawlin’ across my skin, and while she did it, she started bouncin’ up and down my dick hard makin’ her ass clap against my balls. She was ridin’ me so damn good, and I couldn’t even put my hands on her the way I wanted to. That alone was enough to have a nigga on edge.

I could feel her gettin’ weaker as she bounced, and her cries told me she wasn’t gon’ be able to hold on much longer. I knew my wife too well not to recognize when she was startin’ to losethat fight. Every shake in her body and every broken moan that slipped out let me know.

“Baby… take these fuckin’ straps off me and let me show you how this shit really go,” I whispered in her ear.

“Nooo,” she moaned, almost beggin’ a nigga to let her stay in control, but that shit ain’t hold no weight. She could say no all she wanted, but I heard it in her voice. She ain’t sound confident no more. She sounded desperate.

Now I was in rare form and already pushin’ my dick deeper in her from the bottom. Every time she came back down on me, I met her halfway, makin’ her body jump before another moan spilled out her mouth.

“You know when I get free, you in trouble… right?” I asked, starin’ dead in her eyes.

She ain’t wanna hear that shit, so she turned her face away from mine while her moans got deeper.

I wiggled my wrist, tryna come up out the straps while I kept fuckin’ into her deep. “Yep… this pussy in trouble.”

“Kay’Lo, please…”

“Please what?” I asked against her neck before kissin’ it slow. “I thought you told me to shut the fuck up. I thought you was runnin’ shit. What happened, mama? Don’t tell me all that boss shit done disappeared the second I started fuckin’ back.”

I could feel and hear her pussy queefin’, and I could feel it gettin’ wetter the harder I kept twistin’ my wrists against the straps.

Toni grabbed my hand to try to stop me, but it was already too late. The second my right hand; my good hand, broke free, that was it. Before she could even open her mouth to say somethin’, I brought my hand up and smacked it down hard against her ass until a scream ripped outta her. I rubbed over the spot right after, cuppin’ it in my palm and massagin’ it slow like I was apologizin’ for it, even though I wasn’t sorry for shit.