Page 19 of Certified to Handle You 3

I knew she was close ‘cause her whole body started actin’ confused. Her hips was pushin’ up, her thighs was shakin’ and her pussy was gettin’ wetter by the second. I sucked her clit again, slower this time, draggin’ the orgasm out of her on purpose ‘cause I wanted to feel her lose it all over my face.

“Renza!” she screamed, and that first splash hit my mouth before I could even brace for it. “Fuck!”

I groaned into her and kept suckin’ while she came, holdin’ her down ‘cause she was buckin’ like she wanted to get away from her own nut. She was cryin’, cussin’, and callin’ my name all at the same time, and Phat Mama was makin’ a mess all over my face and beard. I ain’t move until her body stopped fightin’ me. Even then, I gave her clit one last slow suck just to make her jerk and smack my shoulder.

“Renza, fuck,” she whined, pushin’ weakly at my head. “Move.”

I laughed low and kissed my way up her stomach, lettin’ my beard drag wet across her skin while she laid there breathin’ hard and lookin’ like I had took the whole day out of her.

By the time I got to her neck, she had her arms around me and her legs locked behind my back like she ain’t just told me to move. I kissed her jaw, then her cheek, then her mouth and she kissed me back like she needed to taste what she had done to me.

“I love you, Sha’Nelle Mensah,” I told her, grabbin’ her hand and kissin’ all over that blue ring I had spent a stupid amount of money on. “You hear me?”

Her eyes filled again, and she nodded while touchin’ the side of my face. “I love you too, baby. I love you so much.”

I kissed her again, lettin’ my tongue slide against hers while her hands rubbed the back of my neck. She was still shaky under me, still soft and still wrapped around me like she ain’t want no space between us. My dick was so hard it was startin’ to piss me off, and after all that cryin’ and squirtin’ she had just did, I needed to be inside my wife before I lost what lil’ sense I had left.

I reached between us to grab my dick, but my hand ain’t land on nothin’.

I frowned against her mouth and felt around again. “The fuck?”

Sha’Nelle pulled back, still breathin’ hard. “What?”

I moved my hand lower ‘cause maybe I was too gone and grabbed the wrong spot or some shit, but my palm slid over skin and not my dick. It wasn’t no shaft, no tip, no nothin’.

My whole brain stopped workin’ for a second ‘cause a nigga could misplace keys. A nigga could misplace his phone. A nigga could misplace a blunt if he was high enough, but I know damn well I ain’t never been so pussy drunk I lost my dick.

“Nah,” I muttered, pushin’ up on my hand and lookin’ down between us. “Hell nah.”

Sha’Nelle blinked up at me. “Renza, what is wrong with you?”

I jumped off her so fast she sat up with the sheet against her chest. I looked down at myself, then grabbed around again ‘cause maybe my shit had tucked somewhere. Maybe the angle was weird. Maybe God was playin’ with me and forgot I ain’t one of them niggas you test like that.

But it was nothin’ there…

It wasn’t no print, no swing or no heavy ass problem hangin’ between my legs like it was supposed to be. It was smooth skin where my shit had no business bein’ smooth.

“Where the fuck my dick at?” I shouted, starin’ down at myself like I was waitin’ on it to come out from hidin’. “Nah, for real. Where the fuck my dick?”

Sha’Nelle sat up straighter, her eyes big as hell. “What you mean where yo’ dick?”

“I mean exactly what the fuck I said, ‘Nelle. My dick gone.”

I stepped back from the bed, but the floor ain’t feel right under my feet. The room tilted just enough for me to notice it, and when I looked back at Sha’Nelle, her face started blurrin’ around the edges. She was still laughin’, and sittin’ there pretty as hell with that blue ring on her finger, but her voice started soundin’ far away like she was in another room callin’ me from behind a closed door.

I blinked and tried to focus, but everything around me moved wrong. The bed, the walls, the windows, all that shit started blendin’ together like somebody had smeared the whole room with they hand. I looked down one more time, and before I could even curse again, my chest got heavy and the floor came up too fast.

Then everything went black…

Then I woke up, my eyes openin’ to sunlight stretchin’ across the ceilin’.

For a second, I ain’t move. I just laid here with my chest risin’ hard, my body hot and my mind still stuck somewhere between Sha’Nelle’s thighs and that fucked up ass dream. My mouth was dry, my beard was damp from sweat, and my dick was pressed thick against my briefs like it had been fightin’ for its life while I slept.

I looked down quick.

“Thank God,” I muttered, my voice rough as hell.

I lifted the band of my briefs and looked inside just to make sure my shit was really there. Then I gripped myself, feelin’ the weight of it in my hand, and a low breath pushed out of me.