Page 90 of Tangled Hearts
Hov tangled his fingers in her hair, slowly stroking her mouth with his eyes closed. “Fuck, baby… you sucking this dick so good.”
“Mm,” Knycole moaned, eyes watering. “You taught me,” she said once his dick popped out of her mouth. She looked at him with wet eyes and a wet mouth.
Hov was extra fine. His brown eyes had the power to hold you captive before you agreed to anything he said. His sculpted body was perfection in its rawest form and Knycole could look at him all day. There was a time when that was all she did.
“You talking that big girl shit… who taught you that?”
“You,” she crooned again.
Bending down to lift her up like she weighed nothing, Hov said, “show me what else I taught you.”
She giggled as he padded to the owner’s suite. His room along with Qua’s, was on the main floor. Since there was no woman to occupy his bed, his son usually slept with him.
“Tell me you love me… I be needing to hear that shit.” Hov was wide open for Knycole.
Tucking her face into his neck, Knycole chanted over and over. “I love you, Hov. I love you Quameek. I love the way you carry me… love the way you love me… love the way you love our son… love you because you gave me a son… I just love you so much… even when I don’t show it.”
Soaking it all in, he sucked on her neck, his dick growing harder by the second. Once he made it to his room, he lightly tossed Knycole onto the bed where she landed with a small bounce that shook her breasts.
Hov angled his head, just staring like he could burn the image of her into his memory. Knycole was more than just pretty—she was real. Grounded. No cappin’ and no stuck-up shit. Herhustle was unmatched, her mind sharp. Her heart was soft when the world let her be… steel when it didn’t. She knew how to cut somebody down without ever losing herself.
But what got him the most was the way she was with Qua. Their boy. The proof that all the nights they held each other through pain, all the wrong turns, all the times they almost let go—something good still came out of it. Watching her with their son was the kind of blessing Hov felt he didn’t deserve but refused to run from.
She mothered like it was in her bones, and it made him love her even harder for it.
Even her body told the story—hips marked with stretch lines and they weren’t flaws but reminders. Proof she’d carried life. Proof she’d carriedhislife. To him, that wasn’t something to hide. It was scripture. Every mark, every curve, every smile line etched into her face told him she was more than just a woman—she was home. A messy home sometimes but nothing was ever too much for Hov to clean up.
Of course, Knycole was a ten. But not ‘cause of what the world saw. She was a ten ‘cause she gave him a son, gave him peace when he didn’t even want it, gave herself even when it cost her everything. She was a ten because she was his, and he knew he’d never stop paying the price of that blessing.
It was the one reason she got to walk light with that flaw ass decision she made. It was why Nick got to live long enough to get his shit together.
“You just gonna stare at me all night?” Knycole asked, leaning back on her elbows, bare pussy open and ready.
“I’ont know how long I’ll get to look at this work of art so I gotta let that shit linger a little longer.”
“Don’t say that,” she whispered, looking away, unable to look him in his eyes.
The bed dipped from Hov leaning on it with both hands. “Why? A nigga can’t keep shit real?”
“I’m not saying that. I’m just…” Knycole huffed.
He pecked her lips. “You don’t want to admit you’re really leaving me? Shit, youleftme.” He kissed her lips again, this time letting it linger longer. “You fucked the city up with this one,” he smiled lightening the mood in the room.
Knycole’s hands rested on his cheeks. “I think I’m going to therapy.”
“I think that’ll be cool.”
“You want to go?”
“No.”
“Hov,” she mumbled through his tongue snaking in her mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t.” Hov kissed the side of her lips before kissing his way down her body.
The trail of kisses he left on her skin made goosebumps prickle her skin. Hov was an amazing lover. “You ever get tired of fixing everybody?” she asked softly.
“Every fuckin’ day.”
