Page 9 of Certified Pressure 2

I couldn’t wait no longer. I got up, stood at the end of the bed, pushed my pants and briefs down, and my dick bounced free, hard and thick, veins runnin’ along the sides. I stroked it slow, watchin’ her eyes lock onto it, her face nervous but wantin’ me.

“You ready for me again?” I asked, my voice rough.

She nodded, shy but sure, and that innocence mixed with her need had me burnin’ up inside.

I climbed back on the bed, slid between her legs, and pressed the head of my dick against her pussy. I pushed in slow, lettin’ her tightness wrap around me, feelin’ her walls stretch as she moaned into my neck. She was wet as fuck, squeezin’ me so good I damn near lost it right there.

I stroked her slow, grindin’ deep, watchin’ her eyes roll back as I kissed her. Her legs slid up onto my shoulders and I lifted her hips, fuckin’ her deeper, starin’ into her eyes like I needed her to see every ounce of what I felt.

“I love you,” I told her, my voice raw, no frontin’. I couldn’t believe I said the shit.

Her tears slid out the corner of her eyes as she grabbed the back of my neck, whisperin’, “I love you too.”

That was it. That was all I needed. I kissed her again, stroked her slow and deep, and made love to her like I never did to nobody else. Her pussy gripped me tight, her moans filled the room, and we moved together till the world outside this room ain’t exist.

We spent the whole night wrapped up in each other, switchin’ positions, me eatin’ her pussy again till she came on my tongue, suckin’ her titties while I stroked her from behind, holdin’ her close while I slid back inside her slow just to feel her.

I gave her everything, every part of me, and she gave it right back.

I stroked her slow, then faster, kissin’ her face, her neck, her titties, while her pussy clutched me tighter with every move.

I flipped her onto her stomach, slid back inside from behind, grippin’ her waist while I fucked her deep.

Her ass bounced back against me, her moans muffled in the pillow, and I leaned down, suckin’ her ear while I whispered, “This my pussy, you hear me?”

“Yes, Pressure,” she moaned, her voice breakin’.

I reached around, rubbed her clit while I stroked, and she shook under me, her whole body tremblin’ as she came again.

I didn’t stop, just kept poundin’ her through it until her legs gave out.

I pulled her back onto my lap, sittin’ her on my dick, bouncin’ her up and down while I sucked her titties again.

Her head dropped on my shoulder, her nails diggin’ in my back, her pussy wetter than ever as she rode me. “I can’t take no more,” she gasped.

“Yes you can,” I growled, fuckin’ up into her, makin’ her scream my name.

By the time the sun even thought about risin’, Pluto was sleepin’ against my chest, her body still warm, her hand clutchin’ my neck like she didn’t wanna let go. And I knew right then, I wasn’t ever lettin’ her go either.

Crownview Suites Hotel

When I opened my eyes, the sun was already peekin’ through the curtains.

I could hear Pluto in the bathroom talkin’, her voice low, but I knew right away it was about Zurie.

My body was sore as hell, my dick still achin’ from how hard we went last night, but it was the best kind of sore.

She had drained me, loved me and pulled shit out of me I ain’t even know I had left to give.

For a minute I just laid there, butt ass naked, listenin’ to her voice, lettin’ it sink in that this woman had me twisted in ways I ain’t see comin’.

I finally sat up, stretched my arms, and grabbed my black bag off the nightstand.

I rolled me up a blunt, sparked it, and let the smoke fill my chest. I leaned back against the headboard, my eyes halfway closed, waitin’ for her to come out.

Part of me didn’t even wanna know what the fuck she was talkin’ about, ‘cause I had a feelin it wasn’t gon’ be good.

The bathroom door cracked open, steam slid out, and there she was—hair damp, her gown hangin’ loose on her body, her eyes lookin’ tired and red. I passed the blunt out toward her without even thinkin’.

She shook her head, her voice soft but firm. “No, I can’t. I need to get to the hospital. They’re discharging Zurie today.”

I nodded slow, pullin’ the blunt back to my lips. I ain’t really wanna ask nothin’ else, but the shit I was thinkin’ wouldn’t leave me alone. I blew out the smoke, glanced at her, and finally said, “So what that mean for you? You comin’ back with me or what?”

Her lips parted, her eyes glossy again, and I felt my chest tighten just watchin’ her. She shook her head, tears gatherin’. “I can’t, Pressure. As much as I want to… my sister need me. I can’t leave her.”

I put the blunt out in the tray, my hand heavy like the shit weighed ten pounds.

I dropped my head, rubbed my face, and sighed.

I respected it, I understood it, but that didn’t mean it didn’t fuckin’ hurt.

I thought Ka’mari had already ripped every piece of my heart out, but here Pluto was, tearin’ the rest to shreds without even tryin’.

I swallowed hard, forced it all down, and said the only thing I could without losin’ myself. “Bet.”

The way she looked at me when I said it, her tears slippin’ down, almost made me break.

She turned her face, wiped her eyes, and I sat there pretendin’ I ain’t feel like my whole chest was cavin’ in.

I wanted to reach for her, to tell her fuck all that shit, come with me, I’d drop everybody and everything for her.

But I couldn’t. My pride wouldn’t let me, and deeper than that, it would’ve been selfish.

Her loyalty to Zurie was stronger than anything I could offer, and I couldn’t be the nigga to pull her away from that.

She cried, her shoulders shakin’, and I sat there with my fists tight in the sheets. As bad as I wanted to console her, my heart couldn’t take it. If I touched her right then, I might’ve fell apart, and I wasn’t lettin’ nobody see me like that. Not even her.

We got dressed without sayin’ much else.

I threw on my jeans and tee, grabbed my chains and watch, while she folded her things back into her bag with her head down.

We packed up, left the room, and walked through the hotel lobby like two strangers who had just shared the most intimate night of their lives.

The ride was silent. I had my hand on the wheel, my eyes on the road, smokin’ another blunt just to keep myself calm.

She stared out the window the whole time, tears slidin’ down every few minutes.

I wanted to ask her not to cry, but I didn’t deserve to.

I wanted to tell her I would stay as long as she needed, but I knew if I said that, I would never leave, and that wasn’t fair to neither one of us.

Halfway there, I finally said, “You want me to stay with you till she get discharged?”

She shook her head, her voice low. “No.”

That shit hit me harder than I thought it would. I clenched the wheel tighter, irritation runnin’ through me, but I ain’t press her. If she ain’t want me there, I wasn’t gonna force myself in it.

When we finally pulled up to the hospital, I parked and sat back in my seat.

I looked over at her and saw her whole face wet with tears, her eyes swollen, her lips trembling.

She was hurtin’, and I was too. The pain was heavy, and some shit I couldn’t even describe, like I was losin’ somethin’ I never even knew I could have.

I wanted to reach for her, kiss her, hold her, beg her to stay, but my pride froze me in place. I couldn’t bring myself to say what was screamin’ in my chest—that I loved her enough to want her home with me, that I

would let every other woman go just for her, that she was the one I needed. Instead, I sat there like stone, silent, smokin’ the last of my blunt.

She opened the door, grabbed her luggage from the back, and stood there for a second, lookin’ at me with eyes that begged me to say somethin’. I didn’t. She bit her lip, nodded like she was tellin’ herself to move, and walked inside.

I sat there, watchin’ her back disappear through those slidin’ doors, and the burn hit the back of my eyes. I blinked hard, gripped the wheel, and forced myself to pull off. I refused to let the tears fall, but inside, I was drownin’, and I couldn’t help myself.

I told myself I wasn’t gon’ feel this way for no woman again. But it was too late. Pluto had me, and lettin’ her go was killin’ me slow.