14. Sha’nelle Harper #2
“Yeah, Phat Mama. I feel you squeezin’ me now,” he muttered in my ear, his voice still rough while his fingers stayed on me, keepin’ that pressure right where I needed it.
Then he pushed back into me, deeper than before with my leg lifted, his dick hittin’ that spot that had my mouth fallin’ open and my back archin’ without me even thinkin’ about it.
“Fuck…” I let out, my voice breakin’, my body givin’ him everything he was pullin’ outta me.
His mouth found my neck right after. He sucked on that one spot slow, his tongue draggin’ over my skin, wet and hot, then his teeth pressed down just enough to make me hiss... all while he kept that same slow, deep stroke inside me.
God… this nigga knew exactly what he was doin’.
My body was givin’ in to him and reactin’ to every lil’ thing he did, but my mind was still fightin’ me. It was still remindin’ me that this shit wasn’t simple, and some of it wasn’t even safe.
You would think bein’ here with Renza would be enough to make me forget everything else, but it wasn’t. I wanted him. I couldn’t even lie about that, but there was still shit about him I knew I wasn’t ready for.
This nigga still ain’t let me go to my mama house to get nothin’, not even panties, and every time I brought it up, he shut that shit down like it wasn’t even an option.
The crazy part was, I ain’t even push it.
I knew I should have, but I didn’t. That bothered me a lil’, ‘cause I ain’t never been the type to just let a nigga decide shit for me.
Lovin’ Renza ain’t feel light. That shit felt heavy and deep in a way I wasn’t used to, and it had me thinkin’ about myself more than him.
It made me realize how easy it was for me to lose focus when he was around, how quick I was to let shit slide and honestly, that scared the fuck outta me.
I wasn’t scared of him. I was scared of me and how much control I would lose over my mind if I gave in to him for real, for real.
I was already crossin’ lines I ain’t have no business crossin’.
I was cheatin’, sneakin’, and lettin’ him fuck me and handle me in ways I ain’t never let nobody else.
That wasn’t me, and I knew it. If I could go this far already, then I knew what it would look like if I let myself fall all the way into him, and that wasn’t a place I trusted myself to come back from.
That thought should’ve made me stop. It should’ve made me get up and put some distance between me and Renza, but it didn’t. I stayed right here, lettin’ him stroke me slow and hold me close, knowin’ damn well I was playin’ with somethin’ I might not be able to control once I gave in to it.
“I love you, baby,” he said in my ear, his voice low and sure while he kept my thigh lifted, pushin’ most of his dick deeper into me.
I reached back and rubbed his beard, my breath shaky. “I love you too, Renza…”
“How much?” he asked, pushin’ deeper, grindin’ into me slow like he was pullin’ it outta me.
“Too fuckin’ much,” I cried, my back archin’ without me even thinkin’.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, his tone rough and serious.
“Yours… it’s yours,” I whispered.
“It better be,” he muttered, pushin’ into me again.
I bit my lip. My hips started movin’ faster on they own as I grinded back on him.
My pussy started makin’ them soft, wet sounds every time I pushed back on his dick.
The slickness of it mixed with the sound of his thighs hittin’ the back of my ass.
That steady clap filled the room and made it harder for me to keep any kind of control over my body.
“Yeah… I feel that,” he groaned in my ear while my body clenched around him. “I hear you, Phat Mama… keep talkin’ to me.”
That shit hit deep and had me feelin’ some type of way.
“Fuck…” I mumbled, pushin’ back harder, needin’ more.
He kept goin’, rubbin’ my clit and pushin’ all that dick in me. The pressure kept buildin’ until my thighs started shakin’ and my breath came out uneven.
“Cum on this dick,” he said low, his voice strainin’. “Let me feel it.”
“Yes… I’mma cum,” I moaned, pushin’ back faster, losin’ that slow control.
That slow pace broke and turned into both of us meetin’ each other. My hips picked up, his grip got tighter and our bodies hit harder until that pressure finally snapped.
“Ahh, fuck!” I cried out, my body jerkin’ while I came, ridin’ it out on his dick, gettin’ nastier and sloppier with it.
He leaned back just enough to spread my ass open, and when he started fuckin’ me harder and faster, I felt all that shit.
“Yeah… cum in yo’ pussy,” I moaned, grippin’ the sheets. “Fill me up…”
“Oh yeah?” he huffed, his strokes turnin’ reckless.
“Yeah…”
His hand came up and gripped my shoulder tight while he drove into me in long strokes, his body flexin’ behind me.
“I’m ‘bout to bust,” he groaned, his voice breakin’.
I threw my ass back on him, ridin’ his strokes and feelin’ him about to cum from how stiff his dick got.
“You my bitch?” he asked low, hittin’ my shit harder.
“Yes… I’m yo’ bitch,” I moaned, my voice breathless as I pushed back on him harder. “I’m yo’ hoe, yo’ slut… all that shit. I’m whatever the fuck you need me to be,” I moaned, throwin’ my ass back on him harder, ridin’ that dick while I felt his strokes start to lose rhythm behind me.
I felt the way his body tightened up, and that shit made me go harder, grindin’ back slow and deep, makin’ sure he felt every muscle in this pussy squeezin’ him.
“Yeah… nut in this pussy,” I said, my voice thick and nasty, talkin’ straight to him while I pushed back on him again. “Stop holdin’ that shit… let me feel that dick when it bust. I want that cum in me.”
“Fuck…” he groaned, his fingers diggin’ into my hip while he started fuckin’ me harder, his strokes gettin’ sloppy.
“Yeah… give me that shit,” I kept goin’, my voice breakin’ while I rode him. “Put that nut in me. Let me feel it… fill this pussy up.”
His whole body locked up behind me and that deep, raw moan ripped out of him while he kept slammin’ into me, nuttin’ deep in my pussy just how I told him to.
“Yeah… take it,” he muttered, his voice thick, still thrustin’ slow while he emptied out in me.
I kept throwin’ my ass back on him, ridin’ it out, feelin’ every bit of it while my pussy kept reactin’, squeezin’ him and milkin’ that shit outta him ‘til his grip finally eased up and his breathin’ got heavy behind me.
When he was done, he let my thigh go and wrapped his arms around my stomach, pullin’ me back into him, holdin’ me tight.
“Shit…” he mumbled low.
I rested against him shoulder feelin’ his chest rise and fall behind me. I felt the emotion in him while he held me after, and that was the part that got me the most.
While we laid in bed, Renza never once loosened his hold on me. His arm stayed wrapped around my waist while I rested against him, listenin’ to his heartbeat finally start slowin’ down.
The candles was still burnin’ around us and that same slow music played low through the room, but now it all felt different. The intensity was gone, and what was left was the part of him I ain’t think too many people ever got to see. He was quiet, calm and all the way gentle with me.
His lips found the side of my neck again. He kissed me there real slow before lettin’ his mouth rest against my skin. His beard brushed my shoulder while his fingers traced lazy circles across my stomach, and I caught myself relaxin’ into him all over again.
“I leave in two days,” he said low after a long silence.
I stayed quiet, waitin’ on him to finish.
“That mean you comin’ too.”
My eyes shifted toward him, and I turned my head just enough for our eyes to meet.
He looked serious as hell too.
I opened my mouth like I was about to say somethin’, but the words never came. I looked back toward the ceilin’ instead and let the silence just sit between us ‘cause I ain’t wanna ruin what we had right now.
This was the first time in a long time that everything felt… easy between me and Renza. There wasn’t no arguin’, no tension, and no walls between us. It was just me and him and for a few minutes, I wanted to hold on to that.
The problem was… I couldn’t go.
As much as I loved bein’ in Renza’s arms, I couldn’t just leave my whole life behind ‘cause he decided it was time. I still had responsibilities, people that depended on me and questions I needed answered before I made a decision that big.
The hardest part wasn’t knowin’ I had to tell him not right now… The hardest part was knowin’ how possessive Renza was.
When this nigga wanted somethin’, he expected it to happen right then and there, and I honestly ain’t know how he was gon’ react when he realized this was one thing I couldn’t give him, but for right now.
So instead of sayin’ any of that, I just laid here in his arms while my mind started racin’, tryna figure out how I was gon’ tell the nigga I loved no… without turnin’ us into somethin’ we might not be able to come back from.
When I woke up the next mornin’, I was still in Renza’s arms with my back pressed against his chest and one of his heavy ass arms wrapped around my stomach.
Last night kept replayin’ in my head, but it wasn’t only the sex I was thinkin’ about.
It was what Renza said afterward when he told me he was leavin’ my city in two days, and that meant I was leavin’ with him.
He said it like the shit had already been decided, like all I had to do was get on the plane and let him take care of everything else.
As bad as I wanted to be with him, my life wasn’t somethin’ I could fold up, put in a suitcase and carry on a damn plane.
My mama had her own life, and I still helped with my grandma whenever I was needed.
I had people here who depended on me, and even if they could manage without me, I couldn’t just disappear without talkin’ to nobody or makin’ sure everything was straight first.