Chapter 20 #3
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.
“Pressure… I’m about to cum, baby,” I whispered, my voice shaking. My eyes were burning and my head kept falling forward because the pleasure was hitting too strong, too fast and too damn deep. I could barely keep my body up, my legs trembling around his waist.
He kissed up my neck. “Good, baby… good… I’m right there too,” he breathed, his thrusts getting harder, and faster. “I’m about to cum, baby. I need you to come with me. Hurry up and cum for me.”
The urgency in his voice made my stomach twist. His hands gripped my thighs tighter and he pressed me harder into the door while he stroked me in a rhythm that had my body shaking. He leaned in close to my ear, his mouth warm and wet on my skin.
“Come on, Pluto… come for me,” he whispered, his voice breaking as his hips drove into me again. “I’m about to bust hard in this pussy. Come with me. Right now.”
His words hit me just as hard as his body.
I moaned loud, my legs giving out as the orgasm started to take over me.
My whole body tightened and then went soft, like everything in me was melting into him.
“Pressure… oh my God… I’m cuminnngggg… I’m fucking cuminnngggg,” I cried out, barely able to breathe.
He grabbed my face and kissed me, his tongue deep in my mouth, breathing me in like he needed the taste of me while he lost control. His thrusts got uneven, desperate, and he let out a deep groan that vibrated through my whole body.
“Fuck… I’m cumin’ in this good ass pussy… It’s so juicy,” he growled into my mouth, his voice shaking. He pushed all the way inside me and held me tight, holding me against the door while his hips jerked and he released inside me.
Our moans tangled together, the kiss messy and wet, both of us falling apart at the same time. My body went limp in his arms and his knees buckled, his grip slipping for a second like he almost dropped me from how hard he came.
He caught himself on the door, still holding me tight, both of us breathing hard against each other’s mouths. His forehead rested against mine and we kept kissing slow, weak and breathless, both shaking from how intense it hit.
He stayed inside me, his dick still pulsing. My legs were trembling, his arms were shaking, and the door was the only thing keeping us from collapsing right here.
After what felt like forever, we finally made it to the elevator.
We were both out of breath, still holding on to each other.
His arm stayed wrapped around my waist, keeping me close as the doors closed.
My body was pressed to his chest, and I could smell his skin, clean and masculine with that mix of cologne that only belonged to him.
By the time we reached the bedroom, we were still touching like we couldn’t help it.
He kissed me again before leading me into the shower.
The water came down warm, running over us while he reached for the soap.
He took his time washing me, his hands slow and thoughtful, tracing every line of my body like he was learning me all over again.
I leaned into him, feeling the strength in his chest against my back as the water poured down over us.
When he rinsed the soap from my body, he tilted my chin up so I’d look at him. His eyes were calm but deep, and full of something that made my heart twist. “You finally about to be Mrs. Mensah.”
I smiled, even though my chest felt tight. “That sound crazy,” I whispered.
He smiled too, but there was something serious in his expression. “Crazy in the best way. I’m not lettin’ up on you no more.”
He kissed me again, like he was sealing every word he said.
His fingers traced my jaw, and then he pulled me closer, his forehead resting against mine.
“I wanna start plannin’ this weddin’ asap,” he said.
“I want you to have everything you want, baby. The dress, the flowers, the day you always dreamed of.”
He pulled me closer and made me look deeper into his eyes. “I want the whole thing for you. The music, the pictures, the food, the people you love watchin’ you walk to me. I want you smilin’ the entire day ‘cause you finally gettin’ everything you deserve.”
His thumb brushed my cheek and he kissed my forehead slow.
“The ring, the ceremony, the honeymoon. All of it. I want you to feel special the entire time, ‘cause you mine and I’m givin’ you the life you always should’ve had.”
He kissed my lips, and whispered in my ear, “I’m gon’ to give you the weddin’ you can brag about for the rest of your life, Pluto. I want you to feel like a queen the whole day.”
My eyes watered before I could stop them. I nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
He held me tighter. “I’m serious, baby, and I’m adoptin’ Zurie.”
I froze for a second, looking up at him. “You what?”
He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m adoptin’ her. She mine, too. I don’t care about signin’ no paperwork or none of that. I’m makin’ it official. She already my daughter in my heart.”
My throat felt tight, but I didn’t want to cry. I just wrapped my arms around him and held on. “You really mean that?” I asked softly.
He kissed the side of my head. “I do. I mean every word.”
For a while, we just stood there under the water, holding on to each other.
The heat from the shower mixed with the warmth between us, and it felt like everything around us disappeared.
All I could think about was how far we’d come and how much he had changed.
He wasn’t just the man who drove me crazy anymore. He was my home.
When we finally got out, he wrapped a towel around me and helped me dry off, his hands moving slow as he kissed my shoulders and my neck.
Every time his lips touched my skin, I felt another piece of me fall deeper in love with him.
I didn’t say much, but he could tell from the way I looked at him that he had me completely.
That night, everything felt new again. It wasn’t just about the proposal or the ring or the promise of forever. It was about knowing that this man, the same one who once scared me with how much he wanted me, was now the one I trusted most in the world. This time, I wasn’t afraid of what came next.