Page 91 of Kentrell

He leaned in just enough to make the words hit harder.

“I’ma break you down in pieces and put you back together… just to watch youcum.Just to feel that pussy clench around my dick like it was doin’ on my tongue.”

My breath hitched.

The memory was still fresh—toofresh. The way his mouth had felt… the way my body had given in.

Yeah. He needed to stop talking before I climaxed offwords alone.

He smirked like he already knew.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, cocky now. “Hurry up. So I can give yo ass this straightenin’.”

I cracked up laughing, smacking his arm, trying to hide behind my pizza and the growing ache between my legs.

But the truth was…

I wantedallof it.

And he knew it.

NINE

KENTRELL

Sunlight creptin through the slats of the blinds, spilling across the bed in strips of gold.

My eyes opened slow.

Felt too good to rush.

Zoe was laid out next to me, soft and warm, her naked body tangled with mine. Head resting right over my heart like she belonged there. Her thigh thrown across me. Her hand draped low on my stomach.

And not a damn thing between us but sweat and silence.

She was still asleep.

And I wasn’t tryna move.

I looked down at her—her face relaxed, lips parted, breathing steady. Her bonnet was gone, tossed somewhere between the couch and the bed after the way I had her cumming all over the sheets. That silk press? Slightly sweated out. Edges a little wild.

I smirked.

Didn’t even fuck her yet, and still made her body fold like paper. Over and over. Until she was too weak to do anything but melt into me and pass out.

I brought my hand up, rested it against the curve of her back, just under the sheet. Her skin was still warm. Soft. Still smelling like vanilla and something I knew I’d be chasing from now on.

I turned my head toward the nightstand.

Clock read10:19 a.m.

Damn.

I didn’t even remember falling asleep. One second I was kissing her thighs, the next, I was waking up in her bed like I lived here.

Brrt. Brrt. Brrt.

Zoe’s phone started buzzing from somewhere on the nightstand. I didn’t move—just watched her. She was still out cold, snuggled deeper into my chest like the sound didn’t register at all.

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