Page 94 of Kentrell

She stared.

Hard.

I smirked, arm still behind my head like I was lounging on a throne. She wanted to see a real nigga—now she was seeingallof me.

“Touch it,” I said, voice low.

She hesitated.

Blushed.

Turned away.

“Quit acting like that, Zoe,” I chuckled. “It’s yours.”

That made her head whip back to me.

“What’s mine?”

“You’on think my dick is yours?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I… I…” she stammered. “How can it be? I never—we didn’t even do it.”

She sounded like a teenager, and I had to bite back a grin.

“You’on want it?”

I flexed.

Made it jump.

She flinched—and I laughed out loud.

That little reaction had me swelling up fast. And once I was fully hard, the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

She was wondering how it would feel inside her.

Just like I’d been wondering how tight she’d hold me once I finally slid in.

“In due time, Zoe,” I said, my voice damn near a promise. “In due time.”

She ain’t ready yet.

But she would be.

And when she was, I was gonna make sure sheneverforgot it.

“It’s too big… how’s it gon’ fit?” Zoe’s voice was soft, but her eyes? Glued to my dick like it owed her answers. She swallowed slow, her lip caught between her teeth like she was trying to figure out the math.

I smirked.

“Ah, it’s gon’ fit,” I said with calm certainty.

Then I gripped the base of it, slow and deliberate, letting her see just how much of me there was to deal with.

“I’ma make that muhfuckafit.”

Her eyes got a little wider.

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