Page 131 of Kentrell

“Fuck me.”

I froze.

“What?”

“Do it.” she begged, locking eyes with me. “I want it.”

Shit.

I do too.

I looked away—down at my throbbing dick.

Hedo too.

My heart banged in my chest as my gaze traveled back to her—past her flushed cheeks, down to her bouncing tits, and finally, between her legs.

That pretty, glistening mound.

Soaked. Open. Mine.

Fuck it!

I lifted to my knees, nudging her legs apart with mine, then grabbed her thighs and stretched them wide—wide enough for me to slide in between.

Gripping the base of my dick, I steadied myself.

My tip met her heat, and I pressed.

“Ahh—shit.”

It pained me to be this deliberate. This gentle.

When everything in me wanted to drive straight into the center and blow her back out.

“Unh—” she twitched, instinctively trying to close her legs. But I was holding her ankles, and I wasn’t letting go.

“Zoe,” I rasped, barely holding it together. “Tell me to stop.”

I was a quarter inside her wet heat—and I swear, I would’ve died if she took me at my word.

“Don’t stop,” she grunted, and goosebumps pricked across my skin like fire meeting ice.

She squirmed as I pushed in slow, steady. Sweat gathered at my hairline. My jaw clenched. My lip caught between my teeth as I forced myself to see it through—all the way to the hilt.

I was in.

Deep.

Tight.

Locked in like her body molded to mine on purpose.

No room to move, no space to breathe—but I wasthere.

Her walls clenched around me, and I felt every muscle in her grip and flutter. Her breathing deepened. Nostrils flared.

Same look she had when I first took her over the edge with my tongue.

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