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When I turned my head to look back at him, laughing and breathless, Kentrell was already naked. Already smiling that sinful, trouble-making smile.

His gaze dragged down my body… lingering at the arch of my back, my ass exactly how he liked it—up, tooted, perfect. Just like he’d taught me.

I caught him staring, that raw hunger settling deep in his expression before his eyes flicked up to meet mine.

And then…

He reached for me.

One hand sliding up the back of my neck… holding me steady… pulling me up just enough for him to press his chest to my back.

The other hand tilted my face, dragging me into a kiss so deep, so filthy and sweet all at once, it muffled the moan that tore out of my throat the second I felt him push inside me.

His stroking didn’t disrupt the kiss.

Didn’t stop the fullness blooming in my heart… or settling deep and low in my belly.

Didn’t quiet the soft, breathy noises that slipped out of me every time I caught air between kisses.

When he finally let my mouth go, he didn’t let my body go.

He kept moving inside me… slow but sure… still giving me everything, still claiming every inch.

We fell forward naturally, still joined, still in motion. My mouth opened against the comforter, gasping with every push and pull. Every breath hitched and hiccuped in time with him… every fifth, sixth stroke dragging a new moan out of me.

The weight of his chest pressing against my back… the grind of his hips sinking deeper with each thrust…

I came.

Couldn’t stop it even if I tried.

A full-body shiver ripped through me as the pleasure cracked me wide open.

But Kentrell didn’t slow down.

“Nah… that’s not gon’ getchu outta doin’ that shit,” he growled in my ear, still working into me with ruthless precision.

Before I could even catch my breath, he lifted me—both hands scooping under my hips—tilting me higher, keeping us locked together as he shifted the angle.

My ass in the air.

My face still buried in the bed.

He slapped both cheeks—one after the other—then picked up the pace.

No more nice and easy.

This was fast… and sleazy.

“Throw that shit back… Zoe!” he barked, voice rough and low, sending another hot pulse straight through me.

I arched. Rolled. Pushed my ass back with everything I had, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Oooh…” My knees trembled from the force of it, the perfect, punishing rhythm of our bodies colliding—but I knew better than to stop.

I’d made that mistake before.

And he’d locked in on me. Worked me over with deep, fast, merciless strokes until I squirted, creamed, and screamed his name into the sheets… leaving me with full-on noodle legs the entire next day.

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