Page 58 of Certified Pressure 4
“Pressure… I’m about to cum, baby,” I whispered, my voice shaking. My eyes were burning and my head kept falling forward because the pleasure was hitting too strong, too fast and too damn deep. I could barely keep my body up, my legs trembling around his waist.
He kissed up my neck. “Good, baby… good… I’m right there too,” he breathed, his thrusts getting harder, and faster. “I’m about to cum, baby. I need you to come with me. Hurry up and cum for me.”
The urgency in his voice made my stomach twist. His hands gripped my thighs tighter and he pressed me harder into the door while he stroked me in a rhythm that had my body shaking. He leaned in close to my ear, his mouth warm and wet on my skin.
“Come on, Pluto… come for me,” he whispered, his voice breaking as his hips drove into me again. “I’m about to bust hard in this pussy. Come with me. Right now.”
His words hit me just as hard as his body. I moaned loud, my legs giving out as the orgasm started to take over me. My whole body tightened and then went soft, like everything in me wasmelting into him. “Pressure… oh my God… I’m cuminnngggg… I’m fucking cuminnngggg,” I cried out, barely able to breathe.
He grabbed my face and kissed me, his tongue deep in my mouth, breathing me in like he needed the taste of me while he lost control. His thrusts got uneven, desperate, and he let out a deep groan that vibrated through my whole body.
“Fuck… I’m cumin’ in this good ass pussy… It’s so juicy,” he growled into my mouth, his voice shaking. He pushed all the way inside me and held me tight, holding me against the door while his hips jerked and he released inside me.
Our moans tangled together, the kiss messy and wet, both of us falling apart at the same time. My body went limp in his arms and his knees buckled, his grip slipping for a second like he almost dropped me from how hard he came.
He caught himself on the door, still holding me tight, both of us breathing hard against each other’s mouths. His forehead rested against mine and we kept kissing slow, weak and breathless, both shaking from how intense it hit.
He stayed inside me, his dick still pulsing. My legs were trembling, his arms were shaking, and the door was the only thing keeping us from collapsing right here.
After what felt like forever, we finally made it to the elevator. We were both out of breath, still holding on to each other. His arm stayed wrapped around my waist, keeping me close as the doors closed. My body was pressed to his chest, and I could smell his skin, clean and masculine with that mix of cologne that only belonged to him.
By the time we reached the bedroom, we were still touching like we couldn’t help it. He kissed me again before leading me into the shower. The water came down warm, running over us while he reached for the soap. He took his time washing me, his hands slow and thoughtful, tracing every line of my body like he was learning me all over again. I leaned into him, feeling thestrength in his chest against my back as the water poured down over us.
When he rinsed the soap from my body, he tilted my chin up so I’d look at him. His eyes were calm but deep, and full of something that made my heart twist. “You finally about to be Mrs. Mensah.”
I smiled, even though my chest felt tight. “That sound crazy,” I whispered.
He smiled too, but there was something serious in his expression. “Crazy in the best way. I’m not lettin’ up on you no more.”
He kissed me again, like he was sealing every word he said. His fingers traced my jaw, and then he pulled me closer, his forehead resting against mine. “I wanna start plannin’ this weddin’ asap,” he said. “I want you to have everything you want, baby. The dress, the flowers, the day you always dreamed of.”
He pulled me closer and made me look deeper into his eyes. “I want the whole thing for you. The music, the pictures, the food, the people you love watchin’ you walk to me. I want you smilin’ the entire day ‘cause you finally gettin’ everything you deserve.”
His thumb brushed my cheek and he kissed my forehead slow.
“The ring, the ceremony, the honeymoon. All of it. I want you to feel special the entire time, ‘cause you mine and I’m givin’ you the life you always should’ve had.”
He kissed my lips, and whispered in my ear, “I’m gon’ to give you the weddin’ you can brag about for the rest of your life, Pluto. I want you to feel like a queen the whole day.”
My eyes watered before I could stop them. I nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
He held me tighter. “I’m serious, baby, and I’m adoptin’ Zurie.”
I froze for a second, looking up at him. “You what?”
He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m adoptin’ her. She mine, too. I don’t care about signin’ no paperwork or none of that. I’m makin’ it official. She already my daughter in my heart.”
My throat felt tight, but I didn’t want to cry. I just wrapped my arms around him and held on. “You really mean that?” I asked softly.
He kissed the side of my head. “I do. I mean every word.”
For a while, we just stood there under the water, holding on to each other. The heat from the shower mixed with the warmth between us, and it felt like everything around us disappeared. All I could think about was how far we’d come and how much he had changed. He wasn’t just the man who drove me crazy anymore. He was my home.
When we finally got out, he wrapped a towel around me and helped me dry off, his hands moving slow as he kissed my shoulders and my neck. Every time his lips touched my skin, I felt another piece of me fall deeper in love with him. I didn’t say much, but he could tell from the way I looked at him that he had me completely.
That night, everything felt new again. It wasn’t just about the proposal or the ring or the promise of forever. It was about knowing that this man, the same one who once scared me with how much he wanted me, was now the one I trusted most in the world. This time, I wasn’t afraid of what came next.
Eboni Keep in Nzuri Hall
