Page 50 of Certified Pressure 4
Her answer came in the way she moaned my name, long and soft. I felt her pussy start to squeeze around my dick, and my own breath came in short from how good the shit felt. Her back arched higher, and I pulled her closer, buryin’ my face in her neck as I stroked her faster.
Every push felt like I was tryna apologize through my body, tryna prove I missed her, and make her remember how deep this love ran between us.
“Pressure,” she gasped, her voice shakin’.
“I’m here, baby,” I whispered back. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
I slid my arms under her and lifted her up, pullin’ her against me while my dick stayed buried deep inside her. I laid back and brought her with me, lettin’ her end up on top. Her body was still tremblin’, her breath unsteady, and those tears in her eyes made her look even more beautiful when she looked down at me.
She ain’t take her time this time. She went crazy. Both her feet was planted on the bed, right by my head, and her hands was flat beside her as she started ridin’ my dick. Her body moved in wild waves, makin’ me grip the sheets just to keep from losin’ it too soon. I couldn’t stop starin’ at her titties as they bounced up and down, and every time she rolled her hips, I felt her get wetter.
“Damn, baby,” I groaned, lookin’ up at her.
She kept movin’ that ass back and forth, her head tilted back and her mouth open like she was feelin’ every inch of me. I reached up and grabbed her waist, lettin’ her ride me how she wanted while my eyes stayed locked on her. She looked like art, like a woman who knew exactly how much power she had over me, and I couldn’t do nothin’ but let her take it.
“Damn, baby,” I breathed out, my voice low. “You feel too good.”
Her lips parted, and she started moanin’ again, soft at first, then louder as she picked up her rhythm. Her eyes was half closed, and her hair kept fallin’ over her face, but she looked so damn beautiful I couldn’t look away.
I ran my hands up her back, then pulled her down so her chest was pressed against mine again. She started moving slower, rollin’ her hips in circles while I kissed her neck. Every sound that came out of her mouth made me fall deeper into her.
“I love you,” I whispered against her skin. “I know I be fuckin’ up sometimes, but I love you.”
She kissed me then, deep and messy, and I felt her start to shake. Her body tightened around me, and I knew she was about to cum. I held her tighter and whispered, “Go on, baby. Let that shit go.”
Her moan broke into a cry when she came, and that was it for me. I held her hips and started movin’ faster, poundin’ my dick hard into her shit, until I felt that rush hit me hard. I pulled her close and let go inside her, my chest risin’ against hers while the both of us tried to catch our breath.
When it was over, she collapsed on top of me, her face buried in my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head, still breathin’ heavy.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said again, softer this time.
She ain’t say nothin’, but she nodded against my chest. I could feel her fingers tracin’ over my arm, slow and gentle like she was already forgivin’ me.
I grabbed the blanket off the floor, pulled it over us and held her tighter. Her body was still warm, and I ain’t wanna move. I just wanted her to know that even when I fuck up, I was still gon’ be her peace.
Her voice came out low after a minute. “You could’ve at least called me back, Pressure. I was worried.”
“I know, baby. I know,” I said, kissin’ her forehead. “I won’t do that shit again.”
She sighed and laid her head back on my chest. “You always say that.”
“And I mean it every time,” I said, smilin’ a lil’ ‘cause I knew she was right. “But this time I’m serious.”
She ain’t answer, but I felt her hand slide up my chest, and that was all I needed to know. We laid there like that, bodies tangled, hearts still racin’, and for the first time in a day or two, everything felt right again.
Halo Key
Two months later…
Ihad been in Halo Key for months now, and every day felt like a blur that somehow still managed to play out slow. The city had a certain calm to it, and a quiet that let my thoughts sit too long, and that’s when guilt usually crept in. I told myself I was just surviving, doing what I had to do, but deep down I knew I had crossed lines that couldn’t be uncrossed. Nooré had opened her home to me when I had nowhere to go, no plan, and no real sense of direction. She was kind, sweet and the type of woman that believed in people too much. That’s how she ended up with me in her space, sleeping in her guest room, eating herfood, and then sneaking around with her man. Even though I didn’t want to think about it like that, it was the painful truth.
It started small, with a few glances that lasted too long when she wasn’t looking. Then it went further.
Lyrick had this presence about him, a confidence that didn’t feel forced. He made me feel seen without even trying. At first, it was harmless, or at least that’s what I told myself. Nooré worked long hours, and some nights she wouldn’t get home until after midnight. That’s small conversation in the kitchen with a glass of wine we shouldn’t have shared, turned into something much deeper.
From the very first moment we had sex on the kitchen counter after I fed him, I knew I was done for. There wasn’t any going back. The way he touched me, the way his lips felt against my neck… it wasn’t just lust. It was something else that made my body turn on my conscience. The first time we slept together, I swore it would be the last, but it wasn’t. One night turned into another, and before long it became routine. He’d slide into my bedroom when Nooré was gone, and I’d let him in like it was normal.
Weeks turned into months, and somehow we built something real in the shadows. He’d tell me about the pressure he was under, and about the life he didn’t really want but felt stuck in. I’d listen, nodding while pretending it didn’t break my heart. I knew I wasn’t supposed to care that much, but I did. I started to crave his voice, and the way he looked at me like I was more than a mistake.
