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Her head tossed back, a deep sigh slipping from her lips.

Yeah. I felt that.

All the other times I did this were out of sheer greed. Lust. Because Iwantedto.

But this time?

This was for a purpose.

I needed her to know—reallyknow—I had ways to make her body turn against her. To get whatever I wanted.

Her juices.

Her cream.

The truth.

She jerked as soon as the pressure hit right. Thighs clamped tight around my face. She sat up like she was about to fight back, palms pushing against the headboard for leverage.

Didn’t matter.

I hooked my hands under her thighs and yanked her ass right back down.

She tried to push me off—one hand on my forehead, slipping from the sweat she’d worked up.

Didn’t matter. She was slick all over. No grip. No ground.

“Kentrell—okay!” she bucked against my mouth.

“I’m sorry!” she cried out.

Yeah.

I liked hearing that.

Gave me more fuel. More reason to stay down there and finish the job.

Her fight gave way to surrender.

The back of her head dropped near my stomach, thighs still spread wide on my face, whole body twitching.

Squirming. Clutching. Reaching.

Screaming.

I didn’t stop until I felt her go limp.

Then, two soft kisses to her swollen clit—just to watch her buck one more time—before I finally released her.

I gently slid her down my body until I could sit up.

My dick pointed straight at the ceiling, rock hard and damn near painful. It hurt not being inside her.

I was tempted.

So tempted.

Then I heard her breathless huff?—

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