6. Sha’nelle Harper #2
I could tell he ain’t like that I ignored him, ‘cause his grip tightened on my hips and the next time he pushed into me, it was so deep it knocked a scream out my chest.
“FUCK!” I cried.
“You don’t hear me talkin’ to you, baby?” he asked, his voice rough and uneven.
My body was reactin’ to him whether I wanted it to or not, my ass jigglin’ with every thrust, my titties bouncin’, and the sounds between us was loud and wet and messy as hell.
“Renza, please…” I begged, tryna throw it back harder just to take some control back, but even that felt like it belonged to him.
He pulled out of me all of a sudden, then grabbed me and turned me around, pushin’ my back up against the wall before I could even catch my breath.
My arms came up around his neck on instinct, and I felt the way his chest pressed into mine like he wasn’t givin’ me no space to think.
His body was so warm, and strong I felt myself meltin’ into him.
His hands planted on both sides of my head, holdin’ me, and the way he looked at me had my chest tightenin’ for a whole different reason than before. It wasn’t just about what we was doin’ no more. It was everything sittin’ behind it.
Then he kissed me, and it caught me off guard ‘cause it wasn’t like before and it damn sure ain’t feel like any other time we ever touched. His mouth moved against mine with purpose, and the more he kissed me, the more I felt that shit sink in deeper than I was ready for.
By the time I realized what was happenin’, my eyes was already fillin’ with tears, and it ain’t have nothin’ to do with weakness. This shit just felt like too much all at once, like everything I had been tryin’ not to feel came rushin’ up on me and ain’t give me no chance to push it back down.
I had heard bitches talk about cryin’ durin’ sex before, and I used to think that shit was dramatic, but now I got it. I understood it ‘cause I couldn’t even explain why my tears was fallin’, I just knew I felt everything too strong.
I couldn’t explain what it was about Renza that had me like this. I just knew I had real feelings for Couture, and that should’ve been enough for me to stop. But it wasn’t…
Next thing I knew, we was on the bed, and Renza was between my legs, spreadin’ me open while he looked down at me like he was still tryna figure me out.
I looked at him, and I ain’t even have to ask shit ‘cause I could see it all over his face. He was still hurt, still mad, and still confused, and the way he was starin’ at me made my stomach tight, like all this shit was sittin’ right between us with nowhere to go
“I love you…” he said, his voice lower now, but it hit harder.
“And you know I love you. You know this shit tearin’ me up. A nigga sorry… fuck that nigga, and come home.”
I bit my lip and blinked fast, tryin’ not to let my emotions take over, ‘cause if I let myself go there, I wasn’t comin’ back from it.
Before I could even respond, he leaned down and kissed me again, then pushed his dick back inside me, real slow this time, and the stretch alone had me closin’ my eyes and lettin’ out a soft sound I couldn’t even control.
He moved different now. He was more focused and locked in with every stroke.
It wasn’t just about fuckin’ me no more.
I felt that change in the way his body stayed pressed against mine and in the way he kept goin’ without pullin’ away.
He was tryna put somethin’ on me that I wasn’t gon’ be able to ignore when this was over.
His tongue rolled against mine while his hips rolled into me, and then he reached behind me, spread my ass and pushed his dick even deeper.
“Renza… fuck, baby…” I cried, my hands rollin’ over the top and back of his head while I held on to him tight.
“Leave that nigga where he at,” he said, his voice low while he picked his pace up again.
“Ren—”
“I’on wanna hear that shit,” he cut me off, leanin’ into my ear. “Leave that nigga, and I’m not gon’ tell you no more.”
Then he went back to my neck, suckin’ and lickin’ like he was tryna erase everything that wasn’t him, and the deeper he pushed, the more my body gave in.
My toes curled, my back arched, and my pussy got wetter with every stroke.
“Baby, I’m in love, and it’s yo’ fault,” he said, breathin’ heavy. “You put this good ass pussy on me. You make a nigga feel good… you my match, my soul mate… and I be damned if I see you with somebody else. Get rid of that nigga before I do it.”
The more he talked, the deeper he fucked me, and the louder I got, grippin’ the sheets and pushin’ my pussy into him. I was just as gone as this nigga was.
When I looked up and saw his eyes roll back, while hittin’ my pussy too damn good, sent me over the edge.
The way he kept pushin’ into me had his body tensed up, and his balls was slappin’ against my ass with every thrust. The sound mixed with everything else, and pushed me closer to losin’ it.
We was both out of control, groanin’, cryin’ and sayin’ each other names like we couldn’t get enough.
“Renza…” I cried.
“I told you I’on wanna hear shit until you tell me what I wanna hear,” he grunted, movin’ me so one leg was stretched out and the other was on his shoulder, hittin’ me at an angle that had my whole body shakin’.
“When the last time you got fucked like this?” he asked, pullin’ out just enough before slammin’ back in.