Page 156 of Kentrell

Another thrust.

Deeper.

“Got me all fucked up, Zoe.”

She moaned into my neck, hips grinding back against mine.

I held her tighter. Rocked into her with everything I had left.

And when I felt myself lose the last of my control—I wrapped both arms around her, let my head fall back, and released every drop of myself deep inside her with a ragged groan.

We stayed like that.

Still.

Sweaty.

Breathless.

Her heart thudding against mine.

My dick still twitching inside her.

And not a single part of me regretting a damn thing.

Her breath was still warm against my neck when she kissed me—soft, slow, lips brushing along my jaw like she was still savoring the moment.

Then she whispered, “How did I do?”

I looked down at her, her eyes wide and shining, mouth swollen from everything she just did. Her body still wrapped tight around mine.

I grinned.

“You really askin’ me that?”

“Yes,” she said, a little breathless. “Tell me.”

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “You did more than good, Zoe. That shit was crazy. I ain’t gon’ lie, I ain’t think you could even get me to nut off head like that.”

I’d had my share of eaters—some of the best in the city. Star was probably top two in the city, but Zoe, just being herself, easily knocked her down to second place.

She smiled, proud for half a second, then shook her head. “Mm-mm. I’m not satisfied with that answer.”

I raised a brow.

She sat up a little straighter on my lap, lips grazing my ear. “I’m gonna do it again. And again. ‘Til I get better every time.”

I groaned. “Shit, say less.”

We both laughed, letting the heat settle into something quieter.

She laid her head on my chest, one arm sliding around my side while I held her close.

The fire cracked quietly. The snow kept falling.

Then her voice slipped out like a thought. “What made you agree to the weekend with me?”

I looked down at her, brushing my fingers along her hip.

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