Page 157 of Kentrell

She wasn’t looking for the corny answer.

So I gave her the truth.

“I wanted you,” I said, steady and sure. “And wasn’t nothin’ in this world gon’ stop me from having you.”

She lifted her head just slightly. “What if I didn’t want you?”

I smirked. “You wanted me.”

She laughed, already shaking her head.

“From the first time we met,” I added, “you knew you was gon’ come willingly.”

She giggled, nestling back into my chest like she didn’t want to admit how right I was.

The room got quiet again.

Then she mumbled, “I’ve beencumminga lot.”

That made both of us laugh—loud, deep, warm.

“I love it,” she admitted, cheeks flushing pink.

“Yeah,” I slapped her ass. “A real nigga done split you in the middle and turnt you out.”

She gasped, laughing harder, then tried to cover her face with both hands.

I moved them gently, pinning her wrists back just enough to see her eyes.

“Tell me I’m lying,” I dared, smirking.

Her hazel eyes darkened, and I felt her get wetter around me. Still full of me. Still open. Still mine.

“No,” she said, playfully biting her lip. “I’m not telling you that.”

She tilted her head with a mischievous brow lift. “Make me.”

She bounced once on top of me.

Hissss.

I grabbed her ass with both hands, dick twitching hard again. “Do that again.”

Smack.

She did it again.

That was it.

I grabbed her waist and started guiding her—slow, then fast. Her lips parted, a moan slipping out as she gave in to the motion.

“You gon’ learn not to play with me,” I growled, flipping her onto her back, legs spread beneath me.

She laughed through a gasp—then moaned.

And I went back to finishing what I never really stopped.

We were naked.

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