Page 9 of Certified Pressure 3
He took another hit, let the smoke drift out slow, and his eyes locked on mine. The look sent chills down my spine.
“You wouldn’t be sittin’ on my lap if I didn’t love you,” he said simply.
Relief rushed through me, and I sighed as if that was all I needed to hear. I kissed him again, softer this time, before pulling back to look at him. “So… are you ready to start planning the wedding? Have you told your parents yet?”
Something flickered in his eyes, hesitation so small most people wouldn’t notice it, but I knew him too well. He leaned back, tapped the ash from his blunt, and said, “I’mma go to the crib soon, and talk to ‘em.”
I nodded, even though the little twist in my gut told me not to push. I wasn’t about to ruin the moment, especially after the way shit went down earlier.
I even wanted to ask about this damn baby Pluto claimed to be carrying, but decided to give it a rest for now.
We spent the rest of the night drinking together, passing the blunt back and forth, and laying tangled up in his bed. I watched him through half-closed eyes as he stared straight ahead as if he was in deep thought. He was mine. No matter what Pluto had said, no matter what she was carrying, I was the one wearing his ring. I was the one in his bed, and no matter what, I would be the one walking down that aisle.
The following morning…
The sun wasn’t even out, and my mind was still going, but instead of letting myself spiral over everything like I usually did,I just laid there staring at Pressure. He was knocked out on his back, his chest rising slow with one hand resting heavy over his stomach like he didn’t have a care in the world. The blackout curtains were drawn, and the room was still dark. It was that early morning darkness where the world feels quiet, and all I could think about was how different my life had become. I wasn’t down the hall anymore. I wasn’t sharing space with other women, waiting for him to pick who he wanted to lay beside. I was here, in his bed… wearing his ring.
The reality that it was just me and him felt surreal, like I had slipped into somebody else’s life.
I pulled the cover up higher around me, then let it fall when my eyes traced down his body. It had been weeks since we had sex. Weeks since I felt him stretch me open or make me lose my mind under him. The whole time, I had been trying to be patient, reminding myself that shit was different now that I was his fiancé. But laying next to him, his briefs sitting low, and that dick print pushing against the fabric, my patience ran out.
I slid closer until my hand touched his thigh. He didn’t move, but just breathed deep, still in his sleep. My palm pressed flat against the bulge and then I wrapped my fingers around him. Even soft, his dick was thick in my hand, and the weight of him made my mouth water. I stroked slow, dragging my nails lightly, watching to see if he would react. When I felt him twitch and rise against my palm, I licked my lips and dipped under the covers.
I tugged his briefs down just enough to free his dick, and the second it dropped heavy against my hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base and rubbed my thumb across the head. The skin was warm and soft, and I leaned down, kissing the tip before licking around it. He was still semi-soft, but the more I licked and sucked, the more he filled my mouth, thick and heavy on my tongue.
Pressure shifted slightly, groaning low like he was climbing out of his sleep. His hand suddenly found my head, his fingers sliding through my hair as I bobbed slow, sucking him deeper while his body reacted. I made his dick wetter, letting my spit roll down his shaft so it coated him and dripped on my hand. I cupped his balls with my other hand, massaging them gently while I took him further into my mouth. The sloppy sounds echoed under the covers, slurps and gags mixing with his low moans, and every noise made my pussy throb harder.
Drool was slipping from the corners of my mouth, dripping down to my chest as I worked him. I slid my mouth off him just enough to let my tongue trace a long line from his balls all the way back up to the tip of his head, swirling around it before sucking him hard again. His stomach tightened under my palm, his abs flexing while his hand pushed me down farther, like he couldn’t get enough of the way my mouth felt on him. I sucked his dick harder, bobbing faster now, my tongue gliding under the vein while my spit made everything slick. The mess, the sound, the way he moaned for me—all of it had my pussy soaking through my gown.
Before he could cum, I pulled off and slid from under the covers. My nightgown was riding high, and I hiked it the rest of the way up, straddling him while his dick stood tall and wet against his stomach. Without thinking twice, I lined myself up and sank down on him. My eyes crossed as I took him in, the stretch making my nails dig into his chest.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, rocking forward until my clit brushed against him.
It felt so good that I started creaming right away, my pussy clenching around his dick. All the cream and wetness had me sliding so easy on his dick, and I bounced slow, leaning forward until my lips brushed his
Pressure’s eyes were open now, those sharp, heavy eyes staring straight into me. That look made me ride him harder, because every time he locked in on me like that, I lost control.
“Damn, baby,” he groaned, gripping my hips, helping me grind deeper.
I was dripping down his dick, the sheets wet under us and every grind had me losing myself a little more. His hand slid up my gown, his rough fingers squeezing my titties until my nipples hardened under his touch. I leaned down and kissed him, slow at first, then deeper, our tongues tangling while his other hand gripped my ass, pushing me down harder on him.
His moans vibrated against my mouth, and the way he kissed me made me forget about everything else. I bounced faster, the sound of my wet pussy smacking against him filling the room while his thumb rolled over my nipple. I gasped into his mouth, then kissed him harder, riding him like I needed every inch of him inside me.
My body shook as the pressure built higher, my clit grinding against him each time I came down. His tongue slid deep into my mouth, and the way he sucked my bottom lip before biting it lightly had me clenching tighter around him.
By the time his hand slid back down to grab my hips and guide me, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed his face with both hands, kissing him rough while I rode out the orgasm that ripped through me. My moans filled his mouth, my body trembling as I came hard all over his dick.
Pressure wasn’t finished. He gripped me tight, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my gown over my head. My titties pressed into the sheets as he pushed my legs apart and slid his dick back into me from behind. His strokes were rough, pounding me into the mattress while his palm spread across my back, pinning me down.
He grabbed my ass, spread my cheeks, and spit right in the middle of my asshole before pushing deeper. The nasty shit he did to me always made me wetter, and when his hand came down across my ass, I cried out, clenching tight around him.
“Take this dick,” he growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
I screamed into the pillow, clutching the sheets while he pounded me, his balls smacking against me, my pussy soaking his thighs. He spread me open again, spit sliding down, and I could feel my body giving out under the force of him.
He kept fucking me until I was shaking, and until all I could do was moan his name. Then, with one last deep stroke, he pulled out and stroked his dick over my ass until warm cum spilled across my skin. He stayed there for a second, rubbing it in with his palm before finally pulling away.
The room was quiet except for our breathing. Pressure left the bed, grabbed a towel, and came back to wipe me down. His touch was rough but careful, and when he finished, he tossed the towel aside and grabbed his phone, heading into the bathroom.
