Then he dragged me off the couch and down to the floor, my knees pressin’ into the carpet while he kneeled behind me, pullin’ my hips back into him every time he thrust forward. His grip was tight like he wasn’t about to let me move unless he moved me. I tried to shift and tried to straighten up, but he kept me right here, bent over and takin’ all his dick while my legs started shakin’ from holdin’ myself up.
By the time we made it to the bedroom, my body was already givin’ out, but he still wasn’t done with me. He pushed me on the bed, turned me over, and had me on my stomach with my ass up and my legs hangin’ halfway off while he stood behind me and slid right back into my pussy like he never left it.
Every stroke felt deeper than the last, my body jerkin’ forward with it while I tried to hold myself up on my elbows, but I couldn’t even keep that for long. My arms gave out, and my face pressed into the mattress just as Renza slid right on top of me, his chest heavy against my back while he stayed buried deep in my pussy.
He didn’t lift up off me either. He stayed right there with his weight pressin’ me down into the bed while his hips rolled into me from behind, grindin’ and pushin’ deeper at the same time until I felt like I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
One of his arms slid under me, his hand comin’ up to my chest while the other stayed locked on my hip, holdin’ me in place while he kept fuckin’ me like that.
The way he had me pinned made everything feel heavier, every stroke hittin’ deeper while my body stayed trapped under his, takin’ all of him with no space to adjust or breathe through it. All I could do was grip the sheets and take it, my legs shakin’ under me while he kept that same pressure, not lettin’ up and givin’ me nothin but him.
By then, my thighs was burnin’, my legs was shakin’, and my pussy felt like it wasn’t gettin’ a break at all.
“You gon’ stop fuckin’ playin’ with me?” he grunted, fuckin’ into me hard enough to make the bed shift.
“Yes!” I moaned, my voice shaky while I dug my nails into the sheets and scrunched them up in my fists. “Yes, Renza!”
At that point, I was done. My whole body was sore, my legs were weak, and my pussy felt like it had been worked over in every way possible. I didn’t even care how it sounded… I was tappin’ the fuck out!
“Good,” he said low. “’Cause I been holdin’ this nut all night.”
His pace picked up again, his hips slammin’ into me faster and harder as his breath got rougher. He finally let go with a deep moan that had me bitin’ my lip ’cause of how raw and vulnerable it sounded.
He pulled his dick out my pussy, and I let out a shaky breath while he stroked himself a few times before comin’ all over my ass.
“Ahh, shit…” he groaned with one hand squeezin’ my ass while the other worked his dick.
I looked back over my shoulder, watchin’ him grip the tip tight while the last bit of his nut dripped down on me.
After a minute, he got up, disappeared into the bathroom, and came back with a towel, wipin’ my ass clean before leanin’ down and pressin’ his lips to it, kissin’ it slow before smackin’ it.
I didn’t even move because I was too damn tired to do nothin’ but lay there and breathe.
He went back to the bathroom again, and when he came out, I was still on my stomach, still tryin’ to catch myself. He grabbed me and dragged me up toward the headboard before layin’ down beside me and pullin’ me into his chest like that shit between us didn’t just happen.
I rested my head against him, my body heavy, my pussy beat the fuck up but satisfied in a way I couldn’t even explain.
“My mama birthday in a couple weeks,” he said after a minute, his hand slidin’ over my hip. “Me and the fam takin’ a trip… I want you to come spend a few days with us.”
I could’ve said somethin’ slick. I could’ve brought up everything we just argued about. But I was too worn out to even go there.
“Yeah… I’ll go,” I said.
He smacked my ass again, then rubbed over it like he always did.
“Mmm,” he groaned.
After that, we both got quiet… and passed the hell out.
Greystone City
It was Friday night, and me and my bitch, Yunique, was chillin’ at this lil’ hole in the wall spot that only real muthafuckas knew about. It wasn’t nothin’ fancy or nothin’ you’d take pictures of and post like you was somewhere important, but that’s exactly why I loved it.
The music was loud in that way that made your chest feel it, them old-school soulful records mixed with that bounce that had everybody two-steppin’ without even thinkin’ about it. The floor was a lil’ sticky, the lights was low, and the air smelled like liquor, sweat, and good food, and somehow, all that shit together just worked.
Outside, right off to the side of the buildin’, they had a food truck posted up with a line wrapped around it, sellin’ hot links,fries, loaded nachos, and everything else you knew was gon’ sit heavy on your stomach but still have you goin’ back for more.
Every time the door opened, I could smell it driftin’ in, mixin’ with everything else inside, and it just made the whole place feel alive.
