Page 311 of Kentrell

My left hand snaked down between us… sliding over her belly… peeling back the waistband of her slacks.

She pressed into me tighter like that was gonna stop me.

It didn’t.

“Kentrell…” she sighed, low and shaky, as my fingers slid past her panties… right to where she was already wet. Right between her folds.

I leaned down and kissed her—slow but deep—pulling her bottom lip between my teeth just as my middle finger slicked down her slit, making her shiver in my hands.

She let out a soft moan, trying to bite it back… like she didn’t want her friends to hear.

Too late.

I wanted them to hear.

So they’d know what this was.

That Zoe wasn’t going nowhere.

And no outside bond was stronger than the one we built.

“Zoe,” I breathed against her lips.

“Yes?” she whimpered into mine.

“Why you hiding?” I asked, sliding one finger inside her… feeling the tight pull of her body, that breathy little sigh she let out against my face.

“This not my pussy no more?” I pushed another finger in… felt her twitch… then sigh again.

My thumb found her clit… started circling… slow at first.

Her eyes squeezed shut. Refusing to look at me.

That only made me keep going.

“Kentrell—” she whispered, voice breaking, her knees buckling as she fought to keep herself upright… fought to keep her moans down.

I was sparing her… using my fingers. But if she kept testing me…

I’d say fuck all this teasing…

Bend her over this bed…

And have her creaming on my dick…

Screaming my name loud enough for the whole damn floor to hear.

“Kentrell…” she whimpered, slipping one of her hands past her waistband and into her panties—right on top of mine.

“Move that hand,” I smirked, loving the way she clawed at the back of mine… trying to move me even while her legs wobbled… her whole body leaning into me for support.

When she didn’t, I took it up a notch.

The same hand I’d been using to hold her steady slid down, grabbed the waistband of her slacks, and yanked. Hard.

The zipper popped… fabric tearing as her pants pooled at her feet. Gave me more room to work inside the thin spandexof her panties. My fingers found her again—warmer, wetter than before.

Her breath caught, her eyes flying open just as I lifted her off the floor.

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