Page 5 of Kentrell

Star revved her throat like an engine, getting her rhythm back, deep and nasty. When she got going again, I felt it—thatheat. Her mouth was all wet velvet and suction, dragging me to the edge.

I braced myself, one hand still on her head, the other clenched tight. My abs locked up.

“Aw,shit—Star!” I growled, fingers tangled in her hair as I dropped my nut down her throat.

This load was thicker than what Raven pulled from me earlier. And Star didn’t let none of it go to waste.

When she pulled back, she stuck her tongue out and showed me it was clean—no mess, no leftovers. Just obedience and pride.

I tapped the tip against it, and she giggled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand like this was just breakfast.

“Damn, Kentrell, you got my shit leaking!” Star moaned, leaning back and flashing me her soaked fingers like it was a trophy. “C’mon.”

She propped one foot on the counter and bent over, eyeing me in the mirror. I let out a slow breath, nostrils flaring as I gripped my dick and reached into the drawer for a rubber. I never went raw. Ever. Didn’t matter how good the pussy looked or how long I’d been fucking you. That was one line I didn’t cross.

Star swore I was her first, and maybe I was—but she still wasn't exempt. I’d seen too much. My daddy ran through hoes like water, and I ain’t never believed me, Kenwan, and Kensei were his only kids. I wasn’t tryna end up like him—tied to some bitch for life. Hell no. I ain’t want no kids, and I damn sure didn’t want no lifetime connection. I doubted that shit even existed for me.

“Ooh my gosh!” Star moaned as I pushed in, and her head dropped, chin tucking tight to her chest. She always liked to match my pace, so I gave her all of it—picking up speed and laying pipe until she cracked.

“Kentrell!” she screamed, her eyes flying to mine in the mirror. “Ohh—wait!”

She braced herself on the mirror, her palms sliding, fighting to stay upright while I dragged her through another nut. I bit down on my lip, locking in. Her back arched just right, and the way her pussy clutched me up sent a jolt straight to my core.

“Yeah, yeah—fuck me just like that!” she begged, spit dripping from her lips.

I growled low and let it all go—grabbing her clit and rubbing until her whole body jerked under me. She started shaking again, back-to-back climaxes, but I wasn’t done. I was just getting started. My hips kept going, chasing that pressure building in my gut until?—

She shoved back hard, forcing me to stumble a step. I blinked as she turned, hopped on the counter, and spread them thighs like an invitation. Her pussy was still dripping, lips puffy and pink, waiting for me. I stepped up and slid in, letting her guide me with one hand.

She winced like she always did at first—tight as ever. It didn’t matter how many times we fucked, it always gripped me like it was brand new. I didn’t know what her secret was, but that snapback had a hold on me. Real shit? That’s probably why I never cut her off completely. Even when I swore I was done, I always circled back.

Star never caught feelings. Never chased me. She was just like me—down for the moment, never for the future. And maybe that’s why we lasted as long as we did.

“Okay, then!” Raven’s voice cut through the steam, and I glanced over my shoulder as she strutted in like she owned the place. She made a beeline for the toilet, then shot me a slick grin. “He really don’t get tired!”

Star let out a low, breathless laugh, caught somewhere between pleasure and amusement.

I didn’t bother replying. Time was ticking, and I already knew I couldn’t drag this shit out. I still had to show face at my baby brother’s event, and walking in drained wasn’t an option.

Gripping Star by the neck, I kept my pace vicious. No breaks. Just me taking what I needed. Her breath hitched every time I sank deep, her body clenching tighter the more I pressed her into the glass. She didn’t complain—she took that shit, just like she always did.

Two minutes in, her moans turned ragged. Three minutes later, I let go inside the rubber, releasing her throat as I pulled out. Her knees buckled and she collapsed forward, gasping like she’d been drowning.

“Hurry up,” I said, smacking the back of her leg. She didn’t move right away. Just whimpered, bent over the counter, her ass shining with sweat and streaks of her own mess.

I stepped into the shower, twisting the knob until the heat damn near scalded my skin. Let it rise like smoke around me before easing it down to something I could actually breathe in. The water ran over my body, washing away the scent of sex and the sweat of dominance.

Through the fogged-up glass, I caught Raven’s silhouette. She had moved back to where Star was still slumped. A second later, Raven dropped to her knees. Her hands slid up Star’s thighs, her head lowering like she was right at home in the filth.

I shook my head, a dimpled—smirk curling across my lips. Ain’t no rest in this game. Even when I’m done, the show keeps going.

“Yeah, bitch, gobble my shit up,” Star moaned, her voice shaky as I rinsed the sweat and sin off me. Raven was going to work—loud and messy—like she wanted an audience. Maybe she did. I wasn’t biting, though. I had my nut, and I was tapped out.

Leaving the water running, I stepped out and reached for my towel.

“C’mon, get off that shit,” I said, swatting Raven on the ass. She giggled and jiggled her cheeks, extra as hell. “Star, if you coming with me, you better getcho ass in that shower!”

“I’m trying!” she gasped, gripping the counter as Raven flicked her tongue again. “Shit, Kentrell! This bitch—oooh!” Star’s legs buckled, nipples stiff under her palm as her moans bounced off the walls. “You gotta stop!” she whined, but I knew Raven wasn’t letting up.

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