6. Sha’nelle Harper #3
His body worked over mine, his muscles flexin’ and sweat buildin’.
The harder he went, the more I lost whatever control I thought I had.
His hips kept drivin’ into me, his lower back workin’ with every thrust, and I could see that tension on the sides of his ass every time he pushed forward.
His hand came up around my throat, holdin’ me tight while he kept goin’, not lettin’ up, just fuckin’ me harder, and demandin’ me to leave my nigga until I tapped out.
“YES! I’LL LEAVE HIM!” I cried finally, my voice breakin’ as he slammed into me again.
The second I said it, Renza leaned forward, his mouth draggin’ back over my neck while he grunted low in my ear. His hips ain’t slow down, but just kept drivin’ into me, harder now, like that was the only answer he wanted to hear.
“You promise?” he muttered against my skin, his tongue slidin’ over the same spots he just marked. “You leavin’ that nigga right now? You comin’ home with me?”
I couldn’t even think straight. My head was gone. My body kept shakin’ under him while he kept pushin’ into me, not lettin’ me catch my breath.
“Yes…” I cried, my voice weak, my nails diggin’ into him while I held on.
“You leavin’ all that shit behind?” he pressed, his hand tightenin’ on me while his thrusts got rougher. “You comin’ to be with me? Be my woman? Be my baby? You gon’ let me love on you? Say fuck everybody and everything… build with you?”
“Renza… yes!” I cried out, my body givin’ in completely while he kept goin’.
“Say it again,” he grunted in my ear, his voice strained, his body workin’ harder. “Tell me you mine.”
“I’m yours!” I cried, my voice breakin’ all over again while he drove into me like he was tryna lock that shit in.
The more he talked, the harder he went, and by that point I wasn’t even fightin’ it no more. I was gone, sayin’ whatever he needed to hear while he fucked it out of me
“Fuck… I’m ‘bout to cum!” I cried.
“Me too, baby… and it ain’t just this pussy. It’s ‘cause I love you,” he said before pressin’ the softest kisses on my neck and jaw.
We both hit that edge at the same time, and the way it came over us had us both losin’ it completely. My body tightened, my legs locked around him, and I cried out loud as I came hard as hell, my body shakin’ under him.
“Fuck… I’m about to cum in this pussy,” Renza grunted, his voice low and strained while he kept drivin’ into me, not slowin’ down or pullin’ out.
“Renza, I called out, tryna stop him but was too damn weak.
“If it’s mine, I can cum in it... and that’s what I’m ’bout to do.”
I couldn’t even answer him right. My mouth opened but nothin’ came out but broken sounds. My head was thrown back while my pussy was reactin’ to him, and still tight around his dick while he kept pushin’ through it.
“I’m cumin’ in my pussy okay’,” he pressed, leanin’ down into my ear, his breath hot while his hips kept movin’. “I’m about to nut in this shit.”
I ain’t stop him. I ain’t even think to. I was too far gone and cumin’, and squirtin’. That shit was splashin’ all over him and all over me, runnin’ down my body and gettin’ in my hair, and that was all the answer he needed.
“Fucccckkk…” I cried, my body shakin’ while it kept comin’ out of me, and Renza stayed right here, rubbin’ my clit through it, his fingers movin’ fast and firm while he watched me fall apart under him.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice low while he kept goin’, not lettin’ up, keepin’ me right here in it while that wet shit kept splashin’ between us.
He followed right behind me, groanin’ deep while he kept movin’, ridin’ that shit out until it hit him hard, his body tensin’ up as he came deep inside me.
His hips kept drivin’ into me through it, not stoppin’ or pullin’ out.
A broken sound left his mouth while he finished, and then he finally collapsed against me, still pressed into me like he ain’t wanna come out.
For a second, everything slowed down. My body felt heavy, sore and overstimulated, and when he started pressin’ soft kisses against my neck, it almost felt like a different nigga from the one that just fucked me like that.
Then his phone started ringin’…
I turned my head and looked over at the dresser, and when I saw Reni’s name on his phone, I couldn’t even help but laugh under my breath.
That shit was crazy…
I pushed him off me and grabbed his phone before he could even react, and when I looked back at him, I could tell he already knew he was full of shit.
“I’m ‘bout to answer it,” I said.
He ain’t like that, but I ain’t care. I answered it and put it on speaker, watchin’ him the whole time.
“Hello?” Reni said.
I kept my eyes on him, waitin’ on him to say somethin’. He was constantly tellin’ me he was gon’ kill Couture, but Reni was still callin’ his phone.
“Aye,” he answered, still lookin’ at me.
“Where you at? You said you was comin’ over earlier.”
“Yeah. I’mma hit you back.”
I hung up before she could say somethin’ else and tossed the phone at him, then got up out the bed, my body sore as hell.
“See…” I laughed under my breath.
“‘Nelle… I’m not fuckin’ Reni. I swear on my mama.”
“It’s cool,” I said, grabbin’ my dress. “You ain’t gotta explain shit to me. We not together.”
“What? Girl, you not goin’ nowhere,” he said, walkin’ toward me.
I ignored him and got dressed, even though my feelin’s was all over the place.
At the end of the day… I was wrong too.
And we both knew it.