Page 345 of Kentrell

Her groan was dramatic. Her fake attitude? Even cuter.

Watching her take her time… like she wasn’t doing it on purpose.

Fiddling with something at the sink… adjusting the soap dispensers like they mattered right now… opening the linen closet like she didn’t already know where the towels were.

Then finally… she made her way over to the glass shower door, opening it slow… like I wasn’t standing here waiting.

She hit all the water buttons with extra drama, setting the jets, letting the rainfall head sprinkle to life from both the ceiling and the walls.

“I’m in,” she said, crossing her arms back over her chest and tapping her toe like her fake little attitude was still holding weight.

I smirked.A’ight, Zoe.

“Turn around. Face the wall. Palms up.” My voice dropped low… controlled.

She blinked, standing there like she hadn’t heard me.

“Turn around. Face the wall—palms up.” I repeated, slower this time, making sure there was no room for misunderstanding.

Finally moving toward the shower, stepping in behind her as the steam started to rise.

That’s when she cracked.

Giggling. Trying to back away like she could escape me now.

“Nah…fuck you going?” I caught her quick, spinning her toward the wall before she could take another step.

Grabbing her wrists, I slapped her hands—one at a time—flat against the slick tiles. Then I brought my palm down on her ass. Hard. Once. Then again. Watching both cheeks jiggle under the spray of hot water, glistening… her moan low and breathy.

“Poke it out.”

Another slap.

This time she did it without hesitation.

I pressed down on the small of her back, forcing her to deepen her arch. She widened her stance like she already knew what I wanted next.

“You gon’ make me fah?—”

Before she could finish that sentence, I smacked her ass again.

She fell silent.

“Shut up,” I growled, dragging my fingers down her spine, gripping her hips, molding them however I wanted.

Sliding in behind her, lining myself up, I leaned forward… kissing her neck… letting her feel every inch of me pressed against her.

I didn’t ease into her.

Didn’t take my time.

Not this time.

The second I felt her open for me… soft, wet, already ready… I sank in deep, bottoming out with one slow, heavy stroke that knocked the breath out of both of us.

“Fuck…” I groaned against her neck, feeling her tense… then melt… her hips pushing back like she needed every inch of me just as bad as I needed to be there.

Her hands stayed planted against the wall, just like I told her. Steam curling around both of us, making the air thick, the tiles slick, her body even softer under my grip.

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