Page 104 of Kentrell

My fingers worked her clit slow and steady. Her hips jumped. Her mouth opened.

“Yours.”

“What’s mine?”

“This… this pussy.”

“Now put it together.”

I pulled back just enough to see her face twist up, see that climax coming. My grip stayed firm on her jaw, keeping her eyes on me.

“This pussy… ooh—Kentrell!”

“Say it.”

She tried to toss her head back, but I didn’t let her.

“This pussy…ahh—yes!” she cried out. “This pussy isyours!”

She came in my hand, legs shaking, body jerking in rhythm with my fingers as I finished her off.

I pulled my hand out slowly, slick with her cream, and brought my fingers to my mouth. Sucked them clean while keeping her eyes locked on mine.

She watched me.

Then, without me saying a word, I lifted my fingers tohermouth.

And she didn’t hesitate.

She licked them clean.

“Yeah, that shit taste good, huh?” I teased as she giggled and nodded.

“You gon’ have to getcho own though.”

“Shut up, Kentrell.” She laughed, nudging me. “We can share it.”

“Nah. I’on share. That’s mine,” I told her, serious now, my voice low.

“I letchu sample it, butdassit.”

“Damn, that’s mean.”

“I know.”

My phone rang just as Zoe was still catching her breath, her chest rising against mine in these slow little aftershocks.

Wani.

I sighed, pulled it out of my pocket, and hit speaker.

“Yo?”

“Nigga, why thefuckyou not gon’ be at my mama and auntie’s party tonight?” Wani jumped in, full volume, like he’d been waiting to catch me off guard.

I smirked down at Zoe, who was still tucked against me, now biting her lip to stifle a laugh.

“Bitch, I’m not finna be in no strip club withyo mama and her sister.Fuck I look like?”

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