Page 57 of Certified Pressure 4
I came up for a second just to spit on the tip, letting it drip down the length of him before taking him back into my mouth. The sound of it mixed with his breathing made heat run through my body, and I kept jerking him while sucking him slow and deep. I could feel his hand tighten in my hair, guiding me right back down like he needed more of my mouth.
He taught me all of this. He took my virginity and every time he touched me after that he opened something in me I never knew was there. Loving Pressure turned me out in a way I could never explain. Being with him taught me exactly how to please him, how to make him breathe hard, how to make his thighs tense and how to make him lose control.
The more he pushed, the more my throat tightened around him. I gagged, but it only made him groan harder. I could feel him throb against my tongue while I worked him slow and wet. He kept his hand on my head, pressing me down again. I could feel that one thick vein on the underside of his dick pulsing against my tongue. It felt like I could feel the blood moving under my tongue, that hard jump he did whenever I hit the right spot making me wetter just from tasting him.
His fingers tightened on my head and his voice dropped low over me.
“Yeah… just like that. You feel too fuckin’ good.” His hips pushed up a little and he let out a breath. “Every time you do this shit, you get better.”
He stroked that vein against my tongue on purpose, guiding my mouth how he liked.
“Open wider for me, baby. You suckin’ it good.”
He let out a slow groan and his thumb brushed the back of my head like he couldn’t believe how far I had come for him.
“I turned you out for real. Look how you on me now.”
The vein kept jumping in my mouth, thick and stubborn, and the more I felt it throb, the deeper he pushed me, his voice getting rougher every time I swallowed around him.
My spit was running down my chin and I kept going, loving the way he sounded every time my throat squeezed around him. Pressure leaned his head back and let out another deep sound, his fingers curling in my hair while he held me there.
I wanted to make him feel every bit of it, and the way he gripped my head told me he felt exactly what I was giving him.
His hand suddenly tightened around my head, and he pulled me up fast, breathing hard, his eyes dark like he couldn’t hold anything in anymore.
“Nah, fuck that,” he muttered. “I want some pussy now.”
He didn’t even let me catch my breath before he grabbed my waist and lifted me straight off the floor, my legs wrapping around him without him even asking. My back hit the front door and my butt pressed against it, the cold wood making my skin jump while his body covered the rest of me.
He slid inside me slow at first, just enough to feel that first stretch, then he pushed deeper until he had all of me. My fingers grabbed his shoulders, and he hooked his hands under my thighs, holding me up and stroking into me with long, deep movements that made the door shake behind me.
His next thrust pushed me higher against the door, and my vision almost went white around the edges from how perfect it hit. “Pressure… oh my God,” I whispered without even meaning to, my voice shaky and soft because that stroke had me losing my mind.
He kissed me messy. “Ain’t this what you been wantin’?” he murmured, sliding deeper inside of me and making my back press harder into the door. “You been flirtin’ with me all night… all on me... touchin’ me... all in my face like you was ready for me to take you home and handle you.”
He pushed in me deep enough to make my legs shake around his waist.
“You been beggin’ for this dick all night,” he whispered against my neck. “Now you got it. Just how you wanted it.”
His mouth brushed my ear, his breath hot and thick with hunger.
“Tell me you feel it. Tell me this what you been thinkin’ about every time you kept lookin’ at me tonight.”
“Yes… Pressure… yes,” I moaned, the sound breaking out of me before I could control it. My head fell back against the door and my legs tightened around him because every stroke pushed deeper, heavier, and it was taking my breath away.
He slid one hand from my thigh to my wrist and grabbed the hand with the ring on it. He lifted it to his mouth and kissed my fingers, then kissed the diamonds while he stayed inside me.
“You mine now,” he murmured against my hand, his lips soft but his voice deep and certain. “You hear me? You my wife.” He pulled his hips back and pushed in again, even deeper this time, making heat shoot up my spine. “I’m gon’ fuck you like this every night. I’m gon’ touch you every way I want. I’m gon’ have you moanin’ just like this, even when after we married.”
My eyes rolled and my body almost went limp against the door because the way he said it… it was too much. “Pressure… oh my God,” I breathed out, barely able to hold my head up. My fingers curled against his shoulder, and I tried to breathe through it, but my whole body felt like it was melting in his hands.
He kissed my ring again, then kissed the inside of my wrist, then the palm of my hand while his hips kept moving, each stroke hitting that same spot that made my thighs shake around him. “You feel that? That’s how I’m gon’ always love you,” he whispered. “You my wife. Say it for me.”
“I’m your wife,” I moaned, my voice soft and breathless because everything he was doing to me was too strong. My body felt weak and I could barely keep my legs from slipping. “I’m your wife… Pressure… I can’t… it feels too good.”
He pushed me tighter against the door, holding me up by my hips, stroking into me slow and perfect like he wanted every second to burn into my skin. “That’s right,” he whispered, kissing my hand again. “You my wife, and I’m not lettin’ you forget it.”
Every thrust pressed my back tighter against the door, his hips hitting me steady. My legs curled tighter around him and he groaned in my ear.
