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And just like that, I followed her lead. Again.

"Man, c’mon now," I muttered, but I was already moving. Feet shuffling slow like I had a choice. I didn’t.

"If you tryna get there on time?—"

"Kentrell, stop playing. Lex gon’ have that bitch open ‘til sunrise."

She had a point. Our parties ain’t wrap up early—shit, half the city gon' be in there. But at that moment, I ain’t give a fuck about the city. All I saw was Star, naked in the damn blink of an eye, kneeling in front of me like this was tradition.

She snatched the rubber off like it offended her, then took me in deep.

"Fuck," I breathed, looking down. That girl had no gag. Her throat molded to my dick like it belonged there.

"You got a pretty ass dick, Kentrell," she moaned, licking the head like it was glazed in syrup, slow and nasty. Her fingersrubbed her pussy in tight little circles while she looked up at me like she was worshiping.

I ain’t even blink. She had me in a chokehold.

"You always lookin’ like you don’t wanna nut," she giggled, sliding me out just to spit on it, then sucked me back in harder. "But yo shit too good, nigga. I be feenin’."

Star was the filthiest bitch I ever fucked with—and the most honest. She didn’t do pretty. She did nasty. She didn’t want romance. She wanted ruin.

"I’ll suck you dry if you let me," she whispered, eyes glazed, lips swollen, hand stroking where her mouth couldn’t reach. "I love when yo dick jump in my mouth like that."

My jaw clenched. I wasn’t gone last. Not with her talking like that.

She had my full attention, my full dick, and my full respect in that moment. 'Cause Star didn’t just suck dick—shedevouredit. Took ownership like it came with a deed.

And when she moaned against my shaft, I damn near lost it.

"Fuck, Star," I growled, hand tangled in her hair as I rocked into her face. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop. Didn’t even blink. She just dug her nails into my thighs like she wanted the nut buried in her throat.

And she got it.

Every drop.

It wasn’t love for us—just an understanding.

Star was fine. Brown-skinned, stacked, and oozing with sex like it was stitched in her skin. She could turn every head on the block without lifting a finger. But she was tainted. My brother had her, and so did a few of the guys.

I could never find it in me to love her…

But I’d take any life that harmed her.

And she knew that.

She never wanted to be saved. Star liked the life she lived—fast, messy, raw. She didn’t flinch at danger. She leaned into it, tongue first. Ironically, that’s what made her a prize to all them thrill-seeking, white-collar muhfuckas whose marriages was crumbling under the weight of routine. She was a wild time—no secrets, no shame.

But all good things burn out eventually.

And Star? She had the sense to know when the fire dimmed. When it flickered and danced off toward another body, ready to setthemablaze.

“So, eat that pretty muhfucka so I can shit, shower, and get the fuck on,” I barked, urgency thick in my tone.

She laughed with my dick still in her mouth, and I smirked.

Typical us—half fight, half foreplay.

“You get on myfuckingnerves.” Her hand gripped the base and squeezed like she was punishing me. Her throat clenched as she choked on it, then massaged my dick like she was tryna soothe it back to life.

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