Page 56 of Certified Pressure 4
When we walked out the door, the night air felt good. I could feel the alcohol still warm in my chest as we made it to the car. Pressure opened my door and helped me in before walking around to his side. As soon as he started the car, I reached over and rubbed the back of his neck.
He glanced at me and smirked. “You touchin’ me like that, you gon’ make me pull over.”
I laughed and leaned closer. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
Pressure looked over at me, his eyes darker now. “You sure you ready for what you askin’ for?”
I nodded, my fingers tracing the tattoos on his arm. “I been ready.”
He smiled and kept driving.
The whole ride home, I couldn’t stop touching him. My hand stayed on his thigh or his neck, and every time he shifted in his seat, I caught him looking at me. The energy between us felt different. We had always been close, but this was deeper. There was a peace mixed with all the heat. He wasn’t just my man anymore. He was my future.
When we drove through the gates and pulled into the long driveway, Pressure cut the car off and looked over at me. “You know I love you, right?”
“I know,” I replied, my heart thumping. “I love you too.”
He leaned over and kissed me. It started slow, just his lips brushing mine, but it deepened fast. By the time he pulled back, I was breathing hard, and my body was on fire.
“Let’s go in the house,” he said.
We walked to the door together, our fingers intertwined. The second the door shut behind us, Pressure turned and grabbed me. His mouth was on mine before I could even say anything. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, losing myself in it.
He lifted me, his hands gripping my waist, and I could feel how hard his dick was. I didn’t care about anything else. My nails were digging in his waves, and his lips moved against mine like he had been waiting all night for this moment.
Pressure pulled back just long enough to look at me. His voice came out deep and slow. “You been teasin’ me all night.”
“And what if I was?” I whispered.
“Then I’m about to handle that.”
I didn’t even get the chance to respond before he started kissing me again, harder this time. My back hit the wall, and I moaned against his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders. Clothes were coming off faster than I could think, and the only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t want him to stop.
We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Right there by the front door, he had me, his body pressed against mine, his breath warm against my neck as he kissed me.
The mansion was quiet, but my heart was pounding so loud I could almost hear it. His hands moved up my thighs, rough yet gentle at the same time, and every part of me reacted to his touch. I didn’t care that we hadn’t even made it to the bedroom. I didn’t care that our clothes were still half on and half off. All I wanted was him.
The way he kissed me felt like he was trying to take the breath out my body. He grabbed my face and pulled me straight into his mouth, kissing me deep and nasty, licking inside my mouth like he was tryna taste everything I had. His tongue slid against mine slow, then he switched it up and kissed me harder, letting those low sounds slip out his throat like he was already turned on beyond saving.
My legs were wrapped around his waist and he held me up effortlessly. One hand was under me and the other on the back of my neck, keeping my mouth right where he wanted it. He kissed me so deep it felt like his tongue was pulling me into him. His lips were wet, warm and messy.
He moved straight to my neck and bit me. His teeth pressed into my skin and a moan came out of him like he could not help it. The bite hit so deep and so hot that a sound slipped out of me before I could stop it. It was a needy howl that filled the space between us. My nails dug straight into his back, dragging across his skin while my whole body tightened on him. He licked thesame spot he bit, then sucked on it with his mouth open, licking up the side of my throat like he loved the taste of me.
“Keep your legs right there,” he murmured against my neck, his voice low and drunk. “I like how you holdin’ on me like you scared to let me go, baby.”
He bit me again, this time on my shoulder, gripping my hip tighter as he sucked on my skin. His breath was warm and ragged, and every bite sent a rush straight through me. He lifted me higher on his waist and kissed me again, deep and sloppy, his tongue all in my mouth while he talked against my lips.
“You feel good all over me,” he whispered in that thick hood tone that always made me weak. “You drunk and all on me, look at you.”
He kissed me again, slow and filthy, then dragged his tongue across my neck and whispered in my ear.
“I’m not lettin’ you off me tonight. You hear me.”
He bit my ear and held me tighter, kissing me like he was addicted, and talking to me like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I could feel everything between us building. I could feel everything we’d been through, all the love, the drama, the fights and the make-ups. It all came rushing back in the way he held me.
Finally, I slid down his body and got on my knees, taking his dick into my hand. The moment my lips wrapped around him, Pressure let out this deep breath that sent chills down my spine. His hand came down on the back of my head, guiding me exactly how he wanted it. I opened my mouth wider and took him deeper, letting my tongue slide up and down his dick while he pressed my head closer. I stroked him at the same time, my hand twisting slow and tight while my mouth stayed full of him. My spit kept sliding down my fingers, making every stroke wetter and nastier, and I could feel him reacting to every move I made.
