Page 18 of Certified Pressure 2

I tried to speak but it was like my lungs were collapsing and my chest was caving in, every sound breaking apart under the weight of his mouth on me. When I finally managed to whisper, my words shook.

“Pressure,” I whispered, because I needed one thing settled even as I was losing myself. “Have you been with Kashmere, or Ka’mari, or anybody else?”

The second the question left my lips, I hated myself for it.

I already knew it was late to be asking, after he had already been fucking me raw, but I had to ask, because Ka’mari was back in the picture and I hadn’t been at the mansion, and the thought of him giving away pieces of what he gave me burned too hard to swallow.

Pressure lifted his head, his eyes locking on mine, and it felt like the whole room tilted.

He didn’t rush to answer, but just stared, biting down on his bottom lip like he was fighting the hunger running through him.

The weight of that look had my chest trembling, because the way he studied me was focused, like he was already inside my soul.

His gaze alone made my heart flutter so hard it almost hurt, and in that silence I knew whatever came out of his mouth next would stay with me forever.

“I ain’t stuck my dick in nobody else but you,” he said, each word heavy with truth.

“Girl, you got my mind so fuckin’ gone I can’t even look at another woman without seein’ your face.

I can’t even think about pussy without thinkin’ about yours.

You all I want. You all I been wantin’ for a minute now.

You the one got me losin’ sleep, ridin’ on jets at night, and pullin’ up at ya door like I’m crazy. ”

The words hit me harder than his mouth did.

Heat rolled through me and something inside unclenched, and I gave in without even trying to hold it together anymore.

My hands slid up beneath his shirt and met the hardness of his stomach.

His skin was hot and smooth, stretched tight over muscle, and I traced the ridges of his abs with my fingertips, feeling every line and cut like they’d been carved just for me to touch.

My palm moved higher, gliding over the firmness of his chest, the rise and fall of it strong against my hand, and it made my mouth water just thinking about how perfect he felt under me.

Pressure looked down at me while I explored him, his eyes dark, biting his bottom lip slow like he was holding back a groan. The sight of him watching me touch him, that hungry look painted across his face, only made me want him more.

He had me out of my shirt fast after that, handling me with a mix of roughness and reverence that felt like worship.

He moved me to the bed with a kiss pressed to my forehead, then my cheek, then my mouth, talking soft between each one like he couldn’t help it.

His lips found my collarbone and drifted lower, and I felt every place he loved with the kind of focus that made me light-headed.

His lips moved down my neck, then my breasts, sucking and biting until all I could do was moan.

When he climbed on top of me, his kiss was rough, demanding, and then I felt him push his dick inside me, slow and deep, stretching me until a gasp ripped out of my chest. My mouth fell wide open and his moan rumbled against me, thick and raw, sending another rush of heat straight between my thighs.

“I fuckin’ missed you,” he murmured against my mouth, the words brushing my lips like another kiss.

The sound of his voice while he fucked me was enough to drive me crazy.

He was telling me I felt good throbbing on his dick, that I was warm and wet and welcoming, that I was coating him like I’d been waiting on him and only him.

Every word settled in my chest and ran lower, and I couldn’t hold back the sounds coming out of me even if I wanted to.

He followed my jaw with his lips and nipped me soft, then he pressed his forehead to mine and looked at me like he was making a vow. “Come home with me, Pluto,” he said, moving his dick in and out of me in a way that pulled a cry from my throat. “I want you to be my wife.”

I swallowed, tears pushing up without permission, because Pressure was everything I wanted and everything I was scared of at the same time. He shifted his weight just enough to kiss the wet at the corner of my eye and then dragged his mouth back to mine before I could answer.

“Will you marry me, baby?”

The room went quiet while our bodies were loud. Tears slid and I didn’t bother wiping them because Pressure claimed them with his lips, constantly kissing them away. His words were so soft and raw that I felt myself breaking open in his hands, and I moaned out the only truth I could manage.

“Why you doing this to me?”

As bad as I wanted to say yes, I didn’t know if I could fully trust him.

He looked straight into me, his face close enough for me to feel his breath against my lips. Every push of his dick was slow and deep.

“Because you make me feel alive in a way I can’t shake,” he said, his tone rough but tender.

“You calm me when I’m losin’ my shut. You give me peace.

You soft where I’m hard, and you everything I didn’t know I needed but everything I been searchin’ for at the same time.

You so damn beautiful it scares me, but I want that fear, I need it, because it’s more than want with you.

It’s more than lust. It’s more than a night.

It’s you, Pluto. You the only one who got me this gone. ”

With every word, he drove his dick deeper into me, like his body was sealing the vow his mouth was speaking. His eyes never left mine, pouring into me unfiltered, and the mix of his voice, his rhythm, and his love broke me the fuck down!

More tears slipped free as he kissed them away, his lips gentle while his body was anything but.

“You feel so good cryin’ on my dick, baby,” he murmured, the filth and love blending in a way that made me explode around him.

My climax ripped through me hard, my nails sinking into his back, my legs shaking so bad I could barely hold them around his waist.

He kept talking me through it, his voice rough and reckless in my ear, every word dropping into me.

“Yeah, take all this dick baby…it’s yours. Every inch, all of it, it’s you, baby girl.”

Each stroke hit deeper, dragging me higher until my body couldn’t take the pressure building inside.

His lips found my neck, licking, sucking, biting just enough to make me moan louder.

Heat spread everywhere his tongue touched, my head falling back as his hand locked around my waist and pulled me down on his dick like he refused to let me escape a single thrust. His chest pressed heavy against mine, sweat slicking our skin, his breath rough against my face.

“Yeah, that’s it… I feel that pussy clenching on my dick. Keep cumin’ on it baby. Show me this pussy mine.”

My scream ripped out of me raw, nothing soft about it, more howl than word as the release slammed through me.

My body shook under him, my legs weak, and my nails raking his back because there was nothing else I could do but hold on.

I couldn’t stop calling his name, couldn’t stop telling him through broken sobs how much I loved him.

“I love you, Pressure, I love you, I swear I love you,” I sobbed against his mouth.

He kissed every word out of me, swallowing my voice into his, then broke away to drag his lips back down my throat, sucking deep until I knew I’d carry him on my skin tomorrow.

His moans cracked into grunts, rough and guttural, every sound driving me further over the edge as he drove deeper, his body jerking against mine.

“Say it again,” he demanded, thrusting harder, his lips brushing my ear. “Say that shit like you really mean it.”

“I LOVE YOUUU!” I screamed as my pussy squirted all over him.

I didn’t even know my body could do that shit until now.

“I love you too, girl. I fuckin’ love you, do you hear me?”

The sound of him losing it, the feel of his dick throbbing inside me, had me spiraling into another wave, my body still trembling as he buried himself deep and came inside me, growlin’ low in my ear.

His kiss never left my neck and his words never stopped pushing me higher, until we were both shaking, tangled in each other, gasping like we’d just lost ourselves and found it all back in the same breath.

For a long while neither of us said a word.

He stayed close, his weight pinning me to the bed, and I liked being kept like that.

When he rolled us to the side he brought me with him so I ended up tucked into his chest, one leg thrown over his, his palm splayed at the small of my back like a lock.

He kissed my hairline and my cheek and then my mouth again like he needed to confirm I was still here.

“Come back with me,” he said. “Let me take care of you. Let me take care of her too.”

Zurie flashed through my mind, and I nodded before I could talk. “I gotta make sure she good,” I whispered, my voice thick. “I can’t just pack up with Zurie and leave. She’s not my daughter.”

“I ain’t ask you to,” he said, rubbing small circles into my lower back that made my eyes close. “I told you I got both of y’all. I’m not lettin’ you go, so you gon’ have to figure somethin’ out, just like I’m gon’ have to figure some shit out.”

His words genuinely felt like a promise, and I believed him—I really did.

Pressure’s voice had that weight that made you feel like every syllable was carved in stone.

Still, believing him didn’t quiet the fear twisting inside me.

Loving him was one thing, but going back to that mansion meant more than just being with him—it meant bringing Zurie into his world too.

She wasn’t my daughter, but she was my responsibility, my heart, and I couldn’t gamble her life on a love I didn’t know would last. What if something went wrong between us?

What if his world swallowed me whole and she got lost in it too?

The thought scared me more than I wanted to admit, and that was why I couldn’t just pack her up and follow him back, no matter how good his words sounded pressed against my skin.

The room hummed with the AC and the faraway city noise, and my body finally started to settle.

I knew I should have been getting dressed and calling home to make sure everything was straight, but I couldn’t make myself move.

Pressure had blown every thought out of my head and replaced it with the heat of his skin and the sound of his voice and the promise he had put in my ear.

I curled deeper into him, and he tightened his hold, and nothing in the world felt more right than staying right here.

“Five minutes,” I told myself, my eyes already closing. “Just five.”

He chuckled low and kissed my forehead. “Sleep,” he said, like he could give me permission to do the one thing I rarely let myself do. “I got you.”

I believed him. I set my phone on the nightstand like I was laying down a worry that had been chewing on me all week.

He tugged the sheet over us and tucked it around my shoulders, and I kissed his chest because I couldn’t help it.

The taste of skin and the faint trace of his cologne sat sweet on my tongue, and for once I let the luxury swallow me without guilt.

Sleep slid in slow and soft, and I went with it. I didn’t fight the peace. I didn’t fight the love. I just let myself stay.