Page 315 of Kentrell

“Why you nutting so quick?” I teased, smirking through my own struggle to hold back. “Fuck!Zoe…”

Her answer never came—she couldn’t get the words out. Too busy shivering… legs shaking… pussy creaming and gripping me tighter with every wave that rolled through her.

This round?

Shit felt better than the last.

“Shit—” I hissed as she squeezed again, still riding her orgasm. “Slow down, Zoe…”

But she didn’t.

She bounced on me… chasing every last pulse… throwing it back like she wanted to take me with her.

Watching her thrash beneath me—body twisting, lips parted, eyes half-closed and glassy—had me stroking faster… harder… chasing my own nut now. She dug her nails into my arms, holding on, giving me every bit of her.

“Do yo shit, ma… yeah…” I grunted, meeting every roll of her hips with deep, punishing strokes that made her eyes roll back every time.

Her breathing turned quick and ragged… soft little squeaks leaving her throat every time I bottomed out.

“Cum for me, honey…” she panted, squeezing down on me with everything she had left… throwing her hips up at the perfect angle… making my whole body lock.

Her words, her voice, her body… all of it pushed me over.

“Fuck—” I growled low in my throat, hips jerking as I spilled inside her.

And just like that… she came again right with me. Loud. Breathless. Crying out my name like she meant it.

“Oooh…yessss…Kentrell!” Her chest lifted under mine, her whole body trembling with aftershocks as we rode it out together.

Neither of us moved at first.

Both breathing hard… bodies tangled… sweat sticking our skin together.

Her arms stayed wrapped around my shoulders, legs still locked around my waist like she wasn’t ready to let go.

I stayed deep inside her, still pulsing, still twitching from how hard I came… and how damn good she felt wrapped around me.

I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing the side of it slow… then her collarbone… then the corner of her mouth.

Her breathing started to even out, but her body still trembled underneath mine—little aftershocks making her thighs quiver against my hips.

“Breathe, ma,” I whispered, sliding my hand over her side, trailing soft circles along her waist. “You good?”

She nodded weakly, still catching her breath.

I kissed her forehead, holding her close… letting us both stay in this moment for a second longer.

Then… slowly… I pulled out, groaning low at the feel of it, her body still trying to hold on.

I reached for the comforter at the edge of the bed, dragging it up over both of us, tucking her in close while I laid back against the headboard.

She curled right into my chest, her cheek pressed against my skin, still wearing my chain—my name glinting between her breasts. Her fingertips ghosted across my skin… pausing just above her name inked over my heart.

Zoe LaShay

Her gaze darted up to mine.

“Now can I see it?” she whispered, voice small but shaky.

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