Page 28 of Certified Pressure 4
“Pressure…” I whispered against his mouth, trying to breathe through the heat rushing over me. “It’s only been five weeks. I’m not supposed to yet.”
He looked at me, his eyes low and full of hunger. “You still bleeding?”
I shook my head.
“Then you straight,” he said. “I ain’t waitin’ one more week to feel my pussy, baby.”
Before I could answer, he eased my legs apart and came down over me, his weight pressing into mine in a way that felt too good to fight. The kiss deepened. Every slow drag of histongue made my body tremble harder, and when he removed his briefs and pushed inside me, the breath left my chest.
I couldn’t describe it, but Pressure had a juicy dick that just made me squirm whenever he entered my body. It always gave my body a rush and a strong urge to arch my back. The feeling wasn’t just pleasure; it was a deep craving. Every time he pushed deeper, it felt like my body was feeding on him, like I had been waiting for that exact sensation all along. It wasn’t just the stretch or the heat; it was the way he filled something in me that nothing else ever reached.
It was an overwhelming yearning, a slow ache that turned sweet, like my body didn’t want relief, but only more of him. The rhythm of it made my thoughts blur and every motion fed that craving instead of easing it. I could feel the pull in my stomach, the tension in my thighs, and the helpless way my hips tried to meet him again and again. It was satisfaction that bordered on hunger, too good, too heavy, too much, and still I wanted it to last forever. It was a helpless kind of pleasure that stripped me of control, where all I could do was take it and want more. No one else could make me feel this way. It was his rhythm, his weight, his heat, his body type, the size of his dick; it was everything. It was Pressure, and only Pressure, who could pull this kind of surrender out of me.
Each stroke was heavy, his body grinding deep like he needed to feel every pulse of me. The bed shifted under us, his breath mixing with mine, and his skin damp with heat. His hand stayed on my neck while his thumb brushed my jaw as if to remind me he was right there. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, and that look he gave me, had my body giving up to him completely.
I tried to keep quiet, but a soft moan slipped out when he hit that spot deep inside me. My nails dug into his back. The pressure built until I couldn’t hold it anymore. My legs lockedaround his waist, but he pulled them apart and brought them higher until the heels of my feet were resting on his shoulders. My legs were pushed so far back, my knees were damn near pressed against the pillow my head was resting on. The way he was handling me, I never would’ve thought he was still healing from the gunshots. He was relentless but careful, like he knew exactly what my body needed and wouldn’t stop until I got it.
I could feel the burn of my legs from being pushed all the way back, but I didn’t care.
“Babbbyyy,” I cried as I rubbed the back of his head, running my nails through his waves.
Pressure pressed his lips to my ear, and whispered, “Yes baby? Talk to Daddy.”
“You feel so fucking good,” I whispered as tears filled my eyes from the pleasure.
“You feel better baby.” Then he sucked my neck until it felt raw. His breath was heavy against my ear, the sound of it alone enough to make my pussy walls pulse around him.
I couldn’t handle it. I was tapping out. “Pressure… I’m about to cum.”
He pressed his lips against my chin, sucked it and then bit down on it. “Cum on it, baby.”
I closed my eyes as a deep rush rolled through me, starting low and spreading until every part of me was trembling. The throbbing was so strong it almost felt unreal, like my body couldn’t handle the pleasure it was being given. I couldn’t believe a man could pull this kind of feeling out of me. It was wild, consuming, and maddening in the best way.
I wrapped my hand around Pressure’s throat and squeezed so hard, my fingertips burned. I closed my eyes and came so hard, I screamed. My toes locked up, and chills invaded my body.
Pressure made me cum so hard, I was gushing everywhere. I could hear our son making light sounds in his sleep, but I was too far gone to get up like I normally would.
Pressure wasn’t done with me. He sat up, releasing my legs, and the soreness rushed in, but I didn’t care. My body was still trembling, sensitive and open, exposing my clit.
I felt weak at the sight of Pressure’s gaze as he stroked my pussy and rubbed my clit. His fingertips glided through the slickness he’d caused, moving in lazy circles that had my hips jerking up to meet him.
“Damn, it’s swollen baby,” he said, rubbing my clit as tears streamed down the side of my face.
I was already overwhelmed from cuming vaginally and now I was on the verge of cuming from my clitoris being stimulated. Every slow rub felt like lightning. My breath came out in shaky gasps, and I could feel the pulse between my legs matching the rhythm of his strokes.
Pressure’s dick was still inside of me. The way he thrust his hips into me, had my titties bouncing up and down with each motion, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. His name left my lips over and over like a cry tangled together.
“I’m about to cum again, Pressure,” I cried, my face now covered in more tears.
He didn’t say anything. He just gave me a hazy look that told me he felt just as good as I did. The way his mouth parted, and his eyebrows furrowed turned me on because he looked like he was on the verge of crying too. His strokes slowed, then deepened, every one dragging through me like he wanted to stay inside me forever.
Finally, I closed my eyes and came again, biting through the skin on my bottom lip.
Pressure threw his head back and let out a moan that sounded more like a whimper. He sounded vulnerable and it weakened me.
After a few hard thrusts, he came inside me, and I didn’t care about anything else. I was too far gone, and too lost in him to even think about pulling away. All I felt was the warmth from his semen spreading through me and the deep, dizzy peace that came with it. In this moment, I didn’t care what it meant or what would come after. I just wanted to keep feeling all of Pressure.
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