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“There you go…”

Another slap to my ass.

His way of telling me I was doing exactly what he wanted.

“Mm-hmm—open that tight-ass-wet-ass pussy for me.”

“Ugh—oooh—” I felt another hiccup. “Kentrell!” I whimpered under his pressure.

“Good girl,” he murmured, dragging the words out with just enough praise and just enough promise to send another shiver racing through me.

“Uh—” I moaned, heat flooding me all over again. Hearing him praise me like that always sent me over the edge… made me wetter… made me crave more.

“Squeeze my dick.”

The growl in his voice left no room for argument.

Another slap. Another shudder from me.

And just like that… I did as I was told.

More praises fell from his lips… dark… low… filthy… and all for me.

I clenched around him, just like he told me to, feeling the immediate, visceral reaction roll through his entire body.

His next few strokes turned heavier… deeper… dragging a new, desperate kind of moan from both of us.

“Yeah… just like that… fuck…” he groaned, gripping my hips tighter, holding me in place as he drove into me with more power, more heat, more… everything.

My forehead pressed deeper into the bed as I arched harder, meeting him stroke for stroke, hips rolling, thighs burning, heart damn near beating out of my chest.

The pressure inside me coiled fast, snapping tight like a rubber band ready to break.

I couldn’t think straight.

Couldn’t breathe right.

Couldn’t hold it in.

“I… I love you,” I moaned, broken and breathless, the words spilling out before I could catch them.

The second they left my mouth… everything shifted.

Kentrell faltered mid-stroke—just for a fraction of a second—but I felt it.

The sudden pause. The sharp inhale against the back of my neck.

Then…

His grip on my hips tightened like a vise.

And the next thing I knew… he was slamming into me with a reckless, punishing rhythm—like the only answer he had to hearing me say that… was to make sure Ifeltit too.

Every thrust landed harder… deeper… like he was trying to reach something he didn’t have words for.

My cries turned into sobs of pleasure, my body shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through me—loud, raw, messy.

His name tore out of my throat like a prayer and a curse all at once.

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