Page 139 of Kentrell

I chuckled low. “Whatchu doing?”

“I wanna do it again,” she breathed between kisses.

“What?”

“Kentrell…” she whined, like I was the one playing games. “Please.”

She pulled back to look at me, eyes wide, begging.

I couldn’t believe it.

Couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

What I was hearing.

How thefuckdid I turn her out this fast?

I hadn’t even gone full throttle.

I held back—because I knew that was her first time. I’dprotectedher from what I could really do.

“You sure?” I asked, voice low, almost reverent.

“Yes!” she bounced in my lap, breathless, wild-eyed.

“A’ight—”

I flipped her.

Onto her back. Then again—onto her stomach.

She laughed through the whole process as I hiked her ass up and spread her thighs wide, positioning her for what was next.

This time?

She was in for a rude awakening.

I was about to fuck her the way Iwanted to.

From the back. Deep. Raw.

No more holding back.

I got behind her, stroking myself slowly as I centered my dick to her entrance. The second I pressed in?—

“Ooooh!” she cried, creaming instantly.

She reached back, trying to ease some of me out—but I wasn’t having it.

I moved her hand out the way, gripped her hips, and thrust all the way in.

“Kentrell!” she cried, her voice cracking as I bent down over her, wrapped my arm across her back, and tangled my fingers in her hair. I yanked gently, pulling her up into me, chest to back.

She whimpered, squirmed, bounced, twitched?—

And I grunted, growled, dug myself deeper with every stroke.

One arm stayed tight around her waist.

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