Page 145 of Tangled Hearts
He slid two fingers along her slick heat, teasing circles that made her body twitch. “Yea? Then say it. Say who you belong to.”
“You,” she cried, nails digging into his shoulders. “I belong to you, Quameek.”
“That’s right.” He slid a finger inside her, watching her face twist, then added another, curling them until she moaned loudly. “Look at you. So wet for me. You ready for this dick, huh?”
“Yes,” she begged, rocking her hips against his hand. “Please, Hov. Stop teasing.”
“Nah,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and sliding them into her mouth. “Suck that. Taste yourself.”
She obeyed, lips closing around his fingers, sucking slow, eyes locked on his. He groaned deep, pulling them out. “That’s my nasty girl. You gon’ give me everything tonight, ain’t you?”
“All of me,” she whispered. “It’s always been yours.”
He grabbed his dick that was sticky from already being inside of her. “Grab that muthafucka… put me where you want me to be.”
She reached for his dick, stroking it slowly, making his jaw lock tight.
“Damn, girl,” he hissed, gripping her wrist. “You keep that up and I’ma nut in your hand.”
“Then fuck me,” she pleaded, tugging him closer. “I need you inside me.”
He lined himself up, pushed in slow, stretching her until her back arched and a broken cry slipped from her lips. “Fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers. “You feel too good. Like you was made for me.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in deep. “I was. I swear I was.”
He started slow, hips grinding deep, making her feel every inch. “That’s it. Take all of me. Let me hear how much you love this dick.”
“I love it,” she gasped, moaning louder with every thrust. “I love you.”
He kissed her hard, swallowing her cries. “I love you more.”
Her nails raked down his back, her body clenching around him. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I ain’t stopping ‘til you can’t walk straight,” he growled, pounding into her harder, sweat dripping down his temple. “You gon’ cum for me, Knyc. You gon’ give me everything.”
“Yes,” she cried, her body trembling, tears streaking her face. “I choose you, baby.”
“Say it louder,” he demanded, fucking her harder, deeper, until the couch creaked under them.
“I choose you!” she screamed, her climax ripping through her, shaking her from head to toe.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, thrusting faster, chasing his release. “Take it all.”
He came with a grunt, burying himself deep again, his whole body locking as he held her tight. His lips found hers again, softer this time, but no less intense.
They stayed tangled together, his weight pressing her into the cushions, both of them shaking, both of them crying and laughing at once.
“You good?” he whispered, brushing damp hair from her face.
“I’m perfect,” she breathed. “As long as you never let me go again.”
He kissed her forehead, his voice steady and sure. “I won’t. You home. Right where you belong.”
Sunlight crept through the blinds, cutting across the living room. Knycole stirred, tucked under Hov’s arm, his chest heavy and warm against her back. She tried to shift, but he held her tighter, his lips brushing the slope of her shoulder.
“Wake up, kid,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. He kissed her shoulder again, then her neck, then her cheek. “You got class. I ain’t letting you miss it.”
She groaned, eyes half-closed. “You don’t even let me sleep in after a night like that?”
