Page 321 of Kentrell

“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes like I already knew she was about to start.

“So… what if we have a daughter… and she’s a daddy’s girl…”

“I’m putting her name under yours,” I cut in fast, making her burst out laughing again.

“But smaller font though?—”

“Smaller font?!” she fell against me, laughing uncontrollably.

“Yeah… smaller. Just so she don’t get no ideas. Mommy still number one in Daddy’s life. She just… 1.1.”

“Kentrell… oh my God…” She laughed so hard she had to cover her face again.

“I love you.”

“Show me,” I growled, already sliding back down the bed, parting her legs again as she squealed in laughter… and I got right back to work.

Her laughter turned soft… breathy… shifting into something slower… warmer… as I kissed the inside of her thigh.

One kiss… then another… trailing higher like I was savoring every inch of her.

Her breathing hitched when my lips hovered right over her center, the heat of me making her legs twitch.

I didn’t rush.

Didn’t dive in greedy like before.

This time… I took my time. Let my breath fan against her until she squirmed, lifting her hips like she was begging without saying a word.

“Be still,” I murmured, gripping her thighs tighter, pinning her in place.

She whimpered, fingers curling in the sheets as I finally dragged my tongue across her… slow… deliberate… tasting her like she was my first meal of the day.

Her hands shot straight to my head, holding me there like she couldn’t risk me stopping.

“Nah… let me work,” I muttered against her, burying my face deeper, sliding my tongue through her folds with slow, wet strokes that had her gasping my name like a prayer.

Her body started to tremble under me… thighs shaking… chest rising faster.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, knowing exactly where her spot was now… hitting it with every stroke of my tongue against her clit.

“Kentrell… oh my God… baby… please…”

Her voice cracked around the last word and I smiled against her, doubling down until she came hard… hips bucking… legs trying to close around my head like a vice.

I held her through it… kissing and licking her through every last shake and cry.

When I finally pulled back, my mouth and chin were slick, and she looked completely undone… eyes heavy… skin flushed… hair wild against the pillow.

But I wasn’t finished.

I kissed my way up her body… slow… dragging my lips over her stomach, up to her breasts… taking a second to suck her nipple into my mouth just to feel her arch again… then up her neck… finally hovering over her face.

“You good?” I asked, teasing, but my voice came out low… thick with how bad I needed her.

She pulled me down into a kiss like that was her answer… tasting herself on my lips… moaning right into my mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, I reached down, lining myself up.

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