Page 155 of Kentrell

She was sloppy. Inexperienced. A little too slow.

But none of that mattered.

Because shewantedto do it.

Forme.

And the sight of her, half-naked and glowing in the firelight, on her knees with my dick in her mouth like she had something to prove?

That shit was deadly.

“You don’t even know what you doin’ to me,” I groaned, eyes rolling slightly as her tongue flicked over the tip again.

She moaned around me, like she liked the way I sounded. The vibration made my legs tense.

“Nah—fuck… Zoe…”

My grip tightened just a little, but she didn’t flinch. Just kept going, messy and determined, stroking what her mouth couldn’t handle with both hands like she was made for this shit.

And it hit me.

She was learningme.

Learningmybody.Mysounds.Mylimits.

And I was about to fuckin’ lose it.

I felt it rising—tight, pulsing, too fast. Toodeep.

My jaw clenched. I tried to pull back, warn her.

But she moaned again, and that was it.

“Fuck—” I growled, yanking her off with one hand, the other wrapping around her waist as I stood in one motion.

She let out a gasp, but before she could even ask what was happening, I had her in my lap, straddling me on the couch.

Her mouth was still wet, lips swollen. But I didn’t give her time to recover.

I ripped the bottom half of her lingerie in one harsh motion, tearing straight through the pink lace like it offended me.

Then I lined myself up.

Pushed in.

Deep.

We both gasped.

Zoe clutched my shoulders, nails digging in as I buried myself to the base in one slow, punishing stroke.

I grunted.

“Fuck, you feel too good…”

Her head dropped to my shoulder as I started to move—slow at first, then faster. The slick, wet heat of her pulling me back in again and again had me on the fucking edge.

“I wasn’t… tryna nut this quick,” I breathed, “but you…”

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