Page 314 of Kentrell

I kissed her again. Slow this time. Sweet.

“Breathe, ma. I ain’t going nowhere.”

Her lips barely moved, but I heard her anyway… soft as hell… right in my ear.

“I love you.”

I smiled against her neck, my heart pounding just as hard as it was the first time she said it.

“I know, shorty,” I whispered back. “I love you too.”

My shirt clung to both our chests, damp and sticking, as I stood up—keeping her body locked tight against mine. My jeans and draws slid down my legs, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of them, never breaking contact with her. Then I unbuttoned my flannel, before lifting both it and my undershirt over my head, hearing her let out a shaky little laugh between weak gasps.

I already knew what she was looking at.

“Kentrell…” she bit her lip, eyes locked on my chest as I tossed the shirt aside, reaching for my chain and adjusting her name resting on it—Zoegleaming in diamonds.

“You know you hear me,” she whined, squeezing her muscles around me, making my stomach jerk.

I laughed low. “Stop that.”

I made my dick jump inside her in return—just to prove a point—making her giggle all over again.

“Show me it.”

“Show you what?” I played dumb, grinning at the way she rolled her eyes. “See… you’on like when I do that shit back to you.”

“Stop tryna be like me, Kentrell,” she teased, repeating the same line I used on her every time she mirrored me.

I nodded, smirking. “A’ight… keep playin’.”

She giggled harder, biting her bottom lip like she already knew she was pushing buttons.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she said, soft and sweet.

That made me pause for half a second, my heart twisting.

“I ain’t gon’ lie… I missed hearing that shit,” I admitted, voice low and real.

She laughed again, that soft, girly one I liked way too much.

I missed her calling mebae,honey,baby… hell, even the way she chanted my name over and over, breathless as I pounded her shit.

“It’s only been a week,” she chuckled, still smiling.

I sucked my teeth at the reminder. “A week I ain’t never gettin’ back.”

Her body tightened around me again, wetter now… her whole energy shifting as I started moving inside her… slow at first… then deeper.

Her breath hitched. Her back arched.

“We not doing that shit again, Zoe,” I gritted, pushing all the way in, making her gasp loud in my ear. “You hear me?”

“Yesss…” she hissed when my thumb found her clit.

“From now on… anything you need to know… you gon’ hear it straight from me,” I grunted, feeling her clamp down around me like her body agreed with every word. “And whatever I don’t tell?—”

I stopped mid-sentence because she was already convulsing… coming again… shaking under me like I’d pulled the floor from beneath her.

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