Page 9 of Certified Pressure 3 (Certified Pressure #3)

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.

I laid there catching my breath, still feeling his strokes in my body. His deep tone carried even through the closed door, and I froze when I realized who he was talking to.

It was Pluto…

He was asking her where she was, telling her to be ready so they could make her doctor’s appointment and see what was going on with the baby.

My stomach twisted so hard I almost felt sick.

We had just fucked like he couldn’t get enough of me, and the first thing on his mind afterwards was her.

He could’ve at least laid here with me, cuddled up, whispered something in my ear, but no.

He was calling Pluto like she was the one he had been dreaming about.

By the time he came out the bathroom, I was sitting up with the towel wrapped around me, staring at him with an attitude I couldn’t hide.

He glanced at me, blowing smoke from his blunt, then said flatly, “Get in the shower with me.”

I folded my arms. “You sure you don’t want Pluto to come instead?”

The second the words left my mouth, I knew I had fucked up. Pressure’s nostrils flared, and that look came over his face, the one that said he was two seconds from snapping.

He stepped closer, towering over me, blunt in one hand, and his voice dropped low, filled with that edge that always reminded me who I was dealing with.

“Don’t start that shit,” he warned. “I told you before, if you here, you here. I don’t wanna always hear you speakin’ negative. What’s the point of us even getting married if you gon’ keep doin’ that shit?”

The authority in his voice shut me up quick, because he wasn’t playing. He never did.

“Now,” he said, staring down at me, “get in the shower with me. We gon’ wash up, get dressed, and go eat breakfast. You gon’ be right by my side, actin’ like you supposed to or we just ain’t gon’ make it.”

I swallowed hard, holding his gaze, and nodded.

“Alright,” I murmured, even though the attitude was still sitting with me.

I had to remind myself that I signed up for this shit, and no matter how I felt, no matter what Pluto had over him, I was the one with him now, and if being his fiancé meant swallowing my pride sometimes, then I would.

I stood up, let the towel fall, and followed him into the bathroom.