Page 55 of Certified Pressure


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“You not goin’ nowhere tonight.”

And she didn’t argue. She nodded once and looked up at me, and I already knew… She was stayin’.

Before all this arranged marriage shit came into play, I never saw myself lettin’ another woman back in my bed, but here I was, layin’ on top of Kashmere, strokin’ her slow to some Jodeci like she was already my gal.

Her legs were wrapped tight around my waist like she didn’t want no part of me slippin’ away, and my silk sheets had slid down the curve of my back, bunchin’ at my hips while I moved deep inside her.

The bass from the speakers was low, just enough to fill the space, and every now and then her moans fell right in rhythm with the beat.

My hand was slid up behind her thigh, holdin’ it right at the crease where her ass met her body while I rolled my hips into her slow. I wasn’t rushin’ nothin’ or poundin’ like I had somethin’ to prove. I was grindin’ into her steady, like her pussy was mine and always had been.

Her nails was diggin’ into my back, but I ain’t care. The sting only pushed me deeper. She felt too damn good, and I wasn’t tryin’ to hold back or play it cool.

“Nigga…” she moaned out, her voice all breathy and soft, like she couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Mmm… you so big, baby… you fuckin’ me so good.”

I looked down at her, watchin’ how her mouth stayed open like she was stuck between cussin’ and cryin’. Her eyes had glassed over, and I swore I saw a tear roll down the side of her face, catchin’ the moonlight from the window.

That shit had me in a chokehold.

“You cryin’, Kash?” I asked low while my strokes slowed up even more, draggin’ my dick out of her like I wanted her to feelevery single inchon the way out, then slidin’ it right back in deep. “This dick that good, huh?”

She nodded fast, her hands slippin’ up to my shoulders, tryna pull me down closer like she needed me to hear her heart beatin’ through her chest.

“Yes… yes… oh my God, yes.”

I dropped my head and sucked her bottom lip slow, then kissed her again with all tongue—wet, deep, and nasty like we ain’t have no dam manners. My hand slid up to her titty, grippin’ it tight before I sucked her nipple into my mouth and circled it with my tongue while my hips kept rollin’.

Her back arched under me and she damn near whined, reachin’ up to grab the headboard like she needed somethin’ to hold on to.

“That’s it, mama,” I whispered against her chest, kissin’ her between every word. “Take this dick.”

She kept moanin’ my name, draggin’ it out like she wanted to write it on the fuckin’ walls, and all I could do was keep feedin’ her stroke after stroke. Her pussy was squeezin’ around my dick, like it had missed me even before we met.

I slid one hand up the back of her neck and grabbed a handful of her curls to let her know I was still in control. Then I kissed her again, slow and messy, our tongues tanglin’ like we was tryna fuck through the kiss alone.

Her leg slid higher around my waist, and she pushed her hips up to meet every stroke, her body so damn responsive I almost forgot I was supposed to be takin’ my time.

But I wasn’t finna nut yet…

I slowed it down again, holdin’ her deeper, grindin’ into her with my full weight so she could feel all this dick pressin’ up in her stomach.

“Mmm—baby…” she cried out again, her voice shakin’. “Pressure, oh my God… I can’t take no more…”

“Yes you can,” I growled in her ear, kissin’ the side of her neck while my hips never stopped movin’. “You takin’ all this dick like daddy’s good girl. Ain’t this what you want?”

“Yes,” she gasped, “I need it. I needyou.”

That right there…That’s when it hit me.

It wasn’t just the way her pussy gripped my dick or the way her moans sounded sweeter than the song playin’ in the background. It was how she looked at me.

She sawme.The nigga under all this money and muscle.

That realization settled deep in my chest, right where I’d been tryin’ not to feel nothin’.

I buried my face in her neck and sucked her skin there, leavin’ a mark on purpose.

Her hands slid up to my head, diggin’ her nails in my waves, and I kept movin’ in her slow, pushin’ her to the edge while lettin’ her drown in every stroke.