Page 103 of Kentrell

“I know.” She giggled with a shrug. “It’s just a lot—but I haven’t taken any time.”

I nodded slowly, not saying a word at first. Today had happened on a whim… and I wanted more of it. More ofher.

“You still want the weekend?” I asked, bringing our agreement back to the surface.

“What?” Her chin pressed into my stomach as she looked up at me. “You pulling out on me?”

“Nah.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Hell nah. You not about to be out here like, ‘Yup… that nigga ate my pussy anddassit.’”

I mimicked her voice and she doubled over laughing, damn near falling out of her seat.

“I take it your head doesn’t go between many legs these days?” she asked, pulling back with a slow lick across her bottom lip.

“Can’t say it does.” I met her eyes, watching that smirk spread. “But I like doin’ it toyou.”

“I can tell.” She squeezed her thighs against mine, and my hand dropped right to the spot in question.

My fingers pressed into the heat through her pants. Her clit was already swelling, poking up against the fabric the way I liked it. She gasped, chest rising.

“Why?” she asked, her voice breathy as I rubbed slow circles.

My mind was split—half focused on the way she was melting under my hand, half trying to answer thewhy.Truth was, I didn’t have one clear reason.

Zoe was a puzzle.

Every time I got around her, she gave me another piece. And the more pieces I got, the more addicted I became.

Then she hit me with, “Does it… taste good?”

That shit caught me off guard.

I raised a brow and looked down at her. She was deadass—blushing, waiting, biting her lip like the answer mattered.

“You tell me.”

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I mean… Ithinkit must. I don’t think you would do it that many times if you didn’t like it.”

“There you go.”

I cupped the side of her face and neck, rubbed her cheek with my thumb while I leaned in and pulled that juicy bottom lip into my mouth.

Then my other hand slipped under the waistband of her pants.

She squirmed.

Moaned.

Wet. Just how I liked her.

“I love the way you taste, Zoe,” I muttered between kisses, fingers gliding through her folds. “I ain’t gon’ front, ma. I been thinking about different places I’d eatmypussy.”

“Yours?” she hiccuped, body trembling, and I bit her lip.

“Mine.”

“Mmm…”

“Say it.”

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