Page 310 of Kentrell

Her pout deepened… just how I wanted it.

I leaned forward, catching her bottom lip and pulling it into my mouth, sucking on it slow.

That charged her up.

Instantly, her arms wrapped around my neck, her moan spilling right into my mouth as she fired up the kiss—hungry, messy, like she’d been holding it back for too damn long.

My hands slid under her blouse… under her bra… straight to her chocolate chips.

I pinched both at once.

“Uh—” Zoe flinched, biting my lip in reflex.

I did it again. A little harder this time.

She jolted—damn near jumped out my lap—but I didn’t let her go.

“Why yo nipples so sensitive?” I murmured, still toying with them. Rolling them between my fingers… tweaking… tugging… watching her squirm right on top of me.

Her hips started rocking… slow, wine-like motions against my dick… building friction she wasn’t ready for but couldn’t fight.

She tossed her head back, lips parting as her breath grew ragged.

“You missed me that much?” I asked, not letting up.

“Yes…” she gasped… the word spilling out soft and desperate.

I felt it when it hit her. Could tell by the way her knees drew together… her thighs tensed… the sudden snap in her breath as her body bucked against me.

Long and soft… she came right on me.

Her face buried in my neck as her body trembled… soaking me through both our clothes.

“Kentrell…” she hissed my name, voice shaky and wrecked, when I still didn’t stop teasing her nipples. “Lemme… wait… I need to get up…”

“Why?” I asked, low and dead serious… still playing in her shirt… still holding her in my lap like she was mine and she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Can I change?” she asked, eyes dropping to her black slacks.

I frowned at first—didn’t see anything wrong—then her scent hit me.

Warm. Sweet. Earthy.

That mix of hers I could smell from a mile away. Had me licking my lips as I pulled my hands from under her shirt and let them fall to my sides.

“Hurry up,” I rushed her, watching the smirk tug at her lips as she crawled out of my lap.

I stayed right there, posted, watching as she slid off her blazer… then her blouse.

When she turned her back to unhook her bra, I was up off the bed so fast she barely got her breath out before I was behind her—spinning her around.

“Fuck is you hiding for?” I growled low, feeling her hard nipples press into my chest.

I didn’t like that hiding shit.

Not after how many times I’d had her. Marked her. Licked and sucked and loved on every inch of her body. Seven funky-ass days apart didn’t change none of that. She knew better.

And since she wanted to play with me… I was gon’ even the score.

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