Page 23 of Certified Pressure 4
“Kay’Lo…” I whispered, barely gettin’ his name out before I lost it.
He held me tighter, still talkin’ to me, tellin’ me that he had me.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he said, his breath rough. “Come on, baby, cum on it.”
The words hit me just as deep as his dick did. My whole body started to lock up, tremblin’ against him while the orgasm took over. I tried to say his name again, but all that came out was a broken moan. He kept talkin’ to me.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned as his lips brushed against my ear. “You feel too damn good. I love you. You hear me? I love you.”
I couldn’t stop it. My body kept rollin’ with his, every pulse hittin’ harder until I felt myself give in completely. He kissed me through it, still whisperin’ in my ear, tellin’ me how much he loved me, and how I was all he wanted, his voice full of everything he felt.
“Yeah,” he murmured, still movin’ slow. “That’s what I need. Just you. Always you.”
When I caught my breath, I looked at him and said, “I know you ain’t gon’ pull out.”
He looked at me, his eyes dark under all the steam and his mouth curlin’ into a half smile. “I’m not,” he said, his voice low as hell. “I wanna have a baby with you. You know that.”
The way he said it made my heart fold. He kissed me again, slow and deep, while his hands roamed up my back, keepin’ meright here with him. The water kept pourin’ over us, warm and loud, and I could feel his heartbeat hittin’ mine.
When he finally slid out, I realized he ain’t cum, so I asked him about it.
“Because I’m not done with you.”
Before I could blink, he turned off the water, still holdin’ me up by my ass as he stepped out of the shower. My arms stayed around his neck, my body still shakin’ while he carried me straight into the bedroom. Steam followed us, trailin’ across the floor, and foggin’ up the air.
He laid me down on the bed, our bodies still wet. His hands glided over my skin before his lips found my neck again. He kissed me slow, movin’ from my neck to my collarbone, then to my titties. His tongue circled each nipple, suckin’ soft, lettin’ his breath hit the wet spots he left behind.
My hands went straight to his head, my nails diggin’ through his scalp, but he just kept goin’, takin’ his time. He kissed lower, down my stomach, draggin’ his mouth across my navel before lookin’ up at me. Then he went lower, partin’ my thighs between kisses as he laid flat on his stomach between them.
I could see the way his body stretched out, the muscles in his back movin’ with every breath. His ass was even toned and muscular from the way he took care of himself. Every part of my nigga looked strong. Tattoos covered his skin, with ink runnin’ down his arms, his shoulders and his back. He was just a fine-ass man, molded perfect, and built for exactly what he was doin’.
The minute I felt his tongue lay flat against my clit, I rolled my eyes and tilted my head back. This wasn’t no weak ass tongue either. Kay’Lo knew what the fuck he was doin’. Every lick had a bitch shakin’.
I couldn’t keep still. My hips kept movin’. He was talkin’ to me without sayin’ nothin’, just lettin’ his mouth do all the work.The sound of it, and the way he was eatin’ me like he ain’t had nothin’ to eat all week, had me losin’ my damn mind.
I kept moanin’ his name, beggin’, “Kay’Lo, baby, don’t stop,” over and over ‘cause this shit felt too damn good. The way he licked me was personal. Every time I tried to breathe, he’d go right back at it, and I couldn’t do nothin’ but take it.
It wasn’t just sex, it was love mixed in it. And all I could think was this nigga had me hooked.
I felt my whole body start to shake, and I couldn’t hold it no more. “Kay’Lo, baby, don’t stop.” The pleasure hit so hard it felt like my soul left my body. He didn’t stop until every bit of that release poured out of me. When it was over, I was breathin’ heavy, my legs still tremblin’.
Kay’Lo slid up my body, his skin hot and slick against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and caressed the back of his head while he kissed me. His tongue moved slow, and I kissed him right back, still catching my breath, and feelin’ him everywhere.
Before I could think, he shifted me, turnin’ me over on my stomach with a strength that made my heart race. The next thing I felt was his hand on my hips, pullin’ me back hard as he pushed his dick deep inside me. The sound that left my mouth was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, my body tryna keep up with how deep he was goin’. His grip was strong as hell, his control total, and every time he hit that spot I swore I felt my soul tremble.
“Arch that back, baby,” he told me, his voice rough as his palm guided me up until my ass was pressed against the lower part of his abs.
He started strokin’ slow but deep, each thrust draggin’ a sound outta me that was wild and messy. My pussy was makin’ all kinda wild, fart and squishy sounds, and this nigga didn’t give a damn. He loved it.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Mmm, that’s how I know she love me. Listen to how she talkin’.”
I felt every word vibrate through me. He was locked in, grippin’ me tighter. My legs was shakin’, the sheets twistin’ up in my fists, and I couldn’t hold nothin’ back. His strokes got meaner, and faster, his growls hittin’ my ear, as his pace turned savage.
I could feel it buildin’ like a wave that had been waitin’ to crash. When it hit, it tore through me, and I let out a cry I didn’t even recognize. He held me through it, talkin’ me through every shake and breath while he kept movin’ inside me.
“That’s it, baby. Take all this shit. Don’t run from it.”
I was barely breathin’ when his thrusts turned short and deep, and then I felt him nut, his whole body tense as he came. Both of us was tremblin’ like we’d been pulled through a storm.
