Page 27 of Certified Pressure 2
He followed my jaw with his lips and nipped me soft, then he pressed his forehead to mine and looked at me like he was making a vow. “Come home with me, Pluto,” he said, moving his dick in and out of me in a way that pulled a cry from my throat. “I want you to be my wife.”
I swallowed, tears pushing up without permission, because Pressure was everything I wanted and everything I was scared of at the same time. He shifted his weight just enough to kiss the wet at the corner of my eye and then dragged his mouth back to mine before I could answer.
“Will you marry me, baby?”
The room went quiet while our bodies were loud. Tears slid and I didn’t bother wiping them because Pressure claimed them with his lips, constantly kissing them away. His words were so soft and raw that I felt myself breaking open in his hands, and I moaned out the only truth I could manage.
“Why you doing this to me?”
As bad as I wanted to say yes, I didn’t know if I could fully trust him.
He looked straight into me, his face close enough for me to feel his breath against my lips. Every push of his dick was slow and deep.
“Because you make me feel alive in a way I can’t shake,” he said, his tone rough but tender. “You calm me when I’m losin’ my shut. You give me peace. You soft where I’m hard, and you everything I didn’t know I needed but everything I been searchin’ for at the same time. You so damn beautiful it scaresme, but I want that fear, I need it, because it’s more than want with you. It’s more than lust. It’s more than a night. It’s you, Pluto. You the only one who got me this gone.”
With every word, he drove his dick deeper into me, like his body was sealing the vow his mouth was speaking. His eyes never left mine, pouring into me unfiltered, and the mix of his voice, his rhythm, and his love broke me the fuck down!
More tears slipped free as he kissed them away, his lips gentle while his body was anything but. “You feel so good cryin’ on my dick, baby,” he murmured, the filth and love blending in a way that made me explode around him. My climax ripped through me hard, my nails sinking into his back, my legs shaking so bad I could barely hold them around his waist.
He kept talking me through it, his voice rough and reckless in my ear, every word dropping into me.
“Yeah, take all this dick baby…it’s yours. Every inch, all of it, it’s you, baby girl.”
Each stroke hit deeper, dragging me higher until my body couldn’t take the pressure building inside. His lips found my neck, licking, sucking, biting just enough to make me moan louder. Heat spread everywhere his tongue touched, my head falling back as his hand locked around my waist and pulled me down on his dick like he refused to let me escape a single thrust. His chest pressed heavy against mine, sweat slicking our skin, his breath rough against my face.
“Yeah, that’s it… I feel that pussy clenching on my dick. Keep cumin’ on it baby. Show me this pussy mine.”
My scream ripped out of me raw, nothing soft about it, more howl than word as the release slammed through me. My body shook under him, my legs weak, and my nails raking his back because there was nothing else I could do but hold on. I couldn’t stop calling his name, couldn’t stop telling him through broken sobs how much I loved him.
“I love you, Pressure, I love you, I swear I love you,” I sobbed against his mouth.
He kissed every word out of me, swallowing my voice into his, then broke away to drag his lips back down my throat, sucking deep until I knew I’d carry him on my skin tomorrow. His moans cracked into grunts, rough and guttural, every sound driving me further over the edge as he drove deeper, his body jerking against mine.
“Say it again,” he demanded, thrusting harder, his lips brushing my ear. “Say that shit like you really mean it.”
“I LOVE YOUUU!” I screamed as my pussy squirted all over him.
I didn’t even know my body could do that shit until now.
“I love you too, girl. I fuckin’ love you, do you hear me?”
The sound of him losing it, the feel of his dick throbbing inside me, had me spiraling into another wave, my body still trembling as he buried himself deep and came inside me, growlin’ low in my ear. His kiss never left my neck and his words never stopped pushing me higher, until we were both shaking, tangled in each other, gasping like we’d just lost ourselves and found it all back in the same breath.
For a long while neither of us said a word. He stayed close, his weight pinning me to the bed, and I liked being kept like that. When he rolled us to the side he brought me with him so I ended up tucked into his chest, one leg thrown over his, his palm splayed at the small of my back like a lock. He kissed my hairline and my cheek and then my mouth again like he needed to confirm I was still here.
“Come back with me,” he said. “Let me take care of you. Let me take care of her too.”
Zurie flashed through my mind, and I nodded before I could talk. “I gotta make sure she good,” I whispered, my voice thick. “I can’t just pack up with Zurie and leave. She’s not my daughter.”
“I ain’t ask you to,” he said, rubbing small circles into my lower back that made my eyes close. “I told you I got both of y’all. I’m not lettin’ you go, so you gon’ have to figure somethin’ out, just like I’m gon’ have to figure some shit out.”
His words genuinely felt like a promise, and I believed him—I really did. Pressure’s voice had that weight that made you feel like every syllable was carved in stone. Still, believing him didn’t quiet the fear twisting inside me. Loving him was one thing, but going back to that mansion meant more than just being with him—it meant bringing Zurie into his world too. She wasn’t my daughter, but she was my responsibility, my heart, and I couldn’t gamble her life on a love I didn’t know would last. What if something went wrong between us? What if his world swallowed me whole and she got lost in it too? The thought scared me more than I wanted to admit, and that was why I couldn’t just pack her up and follow him back, no matter how good his words sounded pressed against my skin.
The room hummed with the AC and the faraway city noise, and my body finally started to settle. I knew I should have been getting dressed and calling home to make sure everything was straight, but I couldn’t make myself move. Pressure had blown every thought out of my head and replaced it with the heat of his skin and the sound of his voice and the promise he had put in my ear. I curled deeper into him, and he tightened his hold, and nothing in the world felt more right than staying right here.
“Five minutes,” I told myself, my eyes already closing. “Just five.”
He chuckled low and kissed my forehead. “Sleep,” he said, like he could give me permission to do the one thing I rarely let myself do. “I got you.”
