Page 89 of Tangled Hearts
“You are to me.” He found his way around the island— in her space. “You’re like a fuckin’ vintage timepiece—the world stops to look at you. To touch you to make sure you’re real.” His hands landed on the back of her neck. Always on her neck. “Bid the highest amount for you… rob a bank to afford you.”
“Hov,” she whispered, lips slightly parted, face pushing closer to his.
He shook his head. “I wanted you… no,neededyou to be mine.” His plush lips crashed into hers, taking her breath away.
His kiss was angry but still gentle enough for her heart to beat rapidly. His name eased out of her mouth so effortlessly, it was almost missed.
Knycole wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself onto him. Hov held her up while keeping a firm grip on her ass.
“Why you can’t just choose me?” Hov was so vulnerable in the moment.
Knycole ran her nose across his ear. “I gotta get my shit in order, Hov. I need to let both of y’all go.”
His hands dug into her ass more while rocking his dick across her middle. “Name a time I didn’t make everything right for you… tell me how I’m a distraction when you know I’m an asset?”
Gulping, she removed her arms from his neck to grab his face. Perfect thick brows, eyes like her son, but the war of his heart was all over him. Knycole’s eyes misted. “You are but I?—”
“Shut the fuck up! I ain’t trying to hear that shit.” His eyes turned into slits, but it didn’t scare Knycole. She knew the heart of the man before her. Hov loved her too much to cause harm. Loved their son too much too. “Just give me what you have. I’ll carry that.”
She wanted to promise him she could change overnight. Wanted to tell him she was ready—that she’d stop not choosing him, stop chasing chaos, stop bleeding for men who only knew how to keep her open and raw. But the truth sat heavy in her throat—an unspoken selfishness she couldn’t say out loud.
Knycole was a young woman carved by flaws that weren’t her own. Flaws passed down like bad blood. The sins of a father who loved her halfway. The absence of a mother who died before womanhood could be taught. A product of a world that let Black children raise themselves, left them wandering through streets and silence, looking for love in places that only taught them how to hurt.
“Knyc,” Hov growled. “I want to promise you I’ll be here when you return but I am a man… pride and ego won’t let me admit some sucka ass shit like that. Listen to me man,” he squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds.
“Shh…” Knycole put her finger to his lips.
“Take your clothes off,” Hov demanded, putting her feet on the ground. He couldn’t find his words so the next best thing was talking through their bodies.
Knycole sucked in a deep breath, slowly peeling her clothes off while keeping precise eye contact on him. He did the same, dropping his sweats and boxers to his feet before kicking them completely off. They both removed their shirts at the same timeonly losing focus for a few seconds while their shirts lifted over their heads.
“Take that off too,” Hov nodded to her bra holding her nice breasts in.
“Hov.”
“Don’t say my name unless my dick is in you, Knyc.”
Swiping her tongue over her lips, she nodded unclasping her bra from the back.
They both stood there naked with their chests heaving from the sexual and heartbreaking tension filling the kitchen.
“Come suck my dick.”
“Hov,” Knycole murmured, choking on lust.
He gripped her chin. “The fuck I just say?”
Her mouth watered in anticipation of his long, veiny dick being back in her mouth. It had been so long. When Knycole was on her knees and in front of him, eye level with his chocolatey dick, she looked up at him. Those wide, almond eyes, curved towards her ears. She always looked so innocent even while on her knees being a dirty girl.
Hov rubbed her cheek lovingly with his rough thumb. “I’ve been too fuckin’ nice to you… been letting you get your way too long, kid. It’s time I remind you who the fuck I am and who the fuck you really belong?—”
Knycole smirked. Her mouth wrapped around him taking his words away. She placed the palms of her hands on his thighs, easing him to the back of her throat. He was thick and heavy— felt like home. Her tongue twirled around the head.
Flicking the underside of his dick with her tongue pussy leaked when his grunt bounced off the walls.
“Shit,” he whispered. “You remember what I like… make it sloppy for me.”
Doing as she was told, she bobbed her head back and forth. Spit dripped down the corners of her lips. She moaned andslurped taking him deeper and deeper down her throat until her lips kissed the base.
