Page 344 of Kentrell

Hell nah.

Her eyebrows lifted like she could read every single thought running through my head.

“Okay… let’s take a shower,” she said, cupping my face like she knew she had to defuse me before I spiraled further. Her thumb brushed across my bottom lip like she was pressing a reset button on my whole mood. “And I’ll put on some real clothes.”

She pulled me down for one of those slow, soft kisses… the kind that made me forget why I was mad in the first place.

One kiss is all it takes…

That’s how quick she flipped me. Had me smirking by the time she pulled back, giving my arms a playful tap to let me know it was time to let her go.

I did.

But not without letting my eyes roam… trailing over her like she was the first woman I’d ever seen naked.

Her neck… her tits… the soft curve of her stomach… that little landing strip I loved… and them thighs—slightly parted like she wasn’t even trying to hide the mess I’d made between them.

I blinked, shaking my head with a lazy grin.

“Yo ass almost walked out there with my nut leaking down yo leg,” I pointed out, watching her eyes drop like she just realized.

Her gasp was instant. “Kentrell—what the hell?” she shrieked, grabbing my shirt and wiping at herself like I was the problem.

“Whatchu blaming me for?” I laughed, acting like I had no clue how it got there.

“Stop laughing,” she huffed, still wiping as she glanced up, catching the grin spreading across my face.

“My fault, ma… I ain’t gon’ lie… I did let off like three big ass loads,” I said proudly, making her cheeks flush pink all over again.

“That pussy just be gettin’ to me, Zoe… all wet and warm… that lil’ muhfucka already tight as hell… squeezin’ me like it owe me money.”

I kept going, loving the way she covered her face and giggled into my shirt like she didn’t want to hear it but couldn’t stop smiling.

“I be in that bitch swervin’ like…” I mock-grabbed her hips, grinding against the air behind her. “At midnight… can I… call you… to fuck on…”

I sang the words off-key, mimicking the way she’d been bent over for me not even an hour ago.

“You so stupid!” Zoe cracked up, shaking her head as she finally turned toward the bathroom. “We takin’ a quick shower. You not about to have me walking around with cum sitting in my panties all day.”

“Quick, huh?” I mumbled, already closing the space between us, catching her from behind like a thief. I wrapped my arm tight around her waist, dragging her back against me, pressing my mouth to her ear.

She shivered… then giggled… then melted just the way I wanted.

“If I want my pussy leaking… you gon’ bend that ass over and drain every last drop,” I growled low in her ear, making her moan right there in my arms.

“And since you think you running shit… that’s exactly what we finna do.”

I pulled back just as quick as I grabbed her, giving her ass a solid slap that made her squeal.

“Kentrell!”

“Let’s go,” I said, already stalking toward the bathroom like I wasn’t about to stretch this quick shower into round two.

She stomped after me, arms crossed over her chest like she was mad… but the way she kept biting her lip and blushing?

Yeah…She loved every second of this.

“Keep actin’ like you don’t want it,” I teased, turning just enough to catch her reaction. “You just makin’ shit harder on yourself.”

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