Page 28 of Certified to Handle You 3

I nodded while he kept his fingers right there. “I know.”

Pressure moved my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my pussy, slow enough to make me lose my breath. He rubbed me open, feeling how wet I was, then wrapped his hand around his dick and lined himself up under me. I held on to his shoulders and looked down at him.

When he pushed his dick in me, both of us moaned at the same time.

I sank down slow, inch by inch, my pussy stretching around him while my nails dug into his shoulders.

Pressure held my hips and let me take him, and his eyes was locked on mine like he wanted to see the exact second my body gave in. I felt all of him, from the thickness, the heat, the way his dick filled me up until my hips were spread completely out.

“Pressure,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his.

“I’m right here, baby,” he said, his voice low.

I started rolling my hips slow.

The music moved under us, and I let my body follow it. My legs were spread around him, my titties pressed against his chest and my pussy moved over his dick in slow circles that made both of us breathe harder. I didn’t bounce or rush. I stayed low on him, chest to chest with my mouth close to his, loving him with every roll of my hips.

Pressure’s hands moved over me like he couldn’t decide where he wanted them to stay. He palmed my ass, squeezed my waist, rubbed up my back, then slid down again to help me move. Every time I lifted a little and came back down, his dick pushed deeper, and the stretch sent chills through my body.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned into my neck.

I kissed the side of his face and kept moving. “You feel good?”

“Hell yeah,” he groaned, gripping my ass while his hips lifted into me. “You ridin’ yo’ dick so good. Don’t stop.”

My pussy clenched around him, and his hand smacked my ass again, hard enough to make my body jump and take him deeper. I moaned against his mouth, and he kissed me through it, slow and hungry, his tongue moving with mine while our bodies slid together.

I wanted Pressure to feel all of me, and not just the wetness between my thighs or the way my pussy held him. I wanted him to feel my heart in it too. I wanted him to feel that I was here, present, loving him, choosing him, giving him something soft and honest because he had stayed with me through a season where I didn’t always know how to be soft back.

I wrapped my arms around his head and held him close while I rode him deeper. His face pressed into me, and I felt his mouth open against the side of my breast before he kissed over the lace. His tongue touched my nipple through the fabric, and the wetness of it made my hips jerk.

“Baby,” I moaned.

Pressure pulled the cup of my bra down enough to free one of my titties, then took my nipple into his mouth while I kept rolling on his dick. The feel of his tongue on me and his dick inside me at the same time made my stomach tighten. I arched into his body, and he sucked me slow, his hand holding my titty while the other kept guiding my hips.

I looked down at him, and my heart felt so full I almost didn’t know what to do with it.

I held his face and lifted it from my titties so I could kiss him.

“You want me to stay like this?” I asked against his mouth, my voice shaking because his dick was hitting deeper every time I moved. “I’m doing whatever you want me to do tonight.”

Pressure looked at me with his eyes low and full. “Stay right here, baby.”

So I stayed…

I stayed in his lap with my pussy wrapped around his dick, my arms around his neck and my mouth on his. I rode him slow enough to make the moment last but deep enough to make both of us lose our breath. The candles burned around us, the music kept playing and the room filled with the wet sound of my body taking him and the low moans we kept breathing into each other’s mouths.

“I love you, Pressure,” I whispered against his lips.

His hands slowed on my hips.

“I appreciate you,” I said, still moving on him. “I appreciate everything you do for me, for our babies, for this house and for us.”

Pressure looked at me like every word was landing somewhere deep in him.

“Nobody could ever love me the way you do,” I told him. “Nobody.”

He swallowed, and his arms tightened around my waist. “Pluto.”