Page 91 of Tangled Hearts
“Then why do you keep doing it?”
“‘Cause that’s all I know. And maybe ‘cause if I keep fixin’ them, I don’t gotta fix me.”
Her throat closed. She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him he deserved more than being everybody’s crutch. But she also knew that’s what made him Hov—the quiet storm, the one you could lean on when everything else fell apart.
“You don’t gotta fix me,” she whispered, rubbing any piece of his skin she could get to.
He nodded, thumb brushing the places his lips already visited, tilting her face toward him. “I know. But I want to.”
And that was the thing about love—it wasn’t just about the butterflies or the fire. It was about the choice. The choice to stay,to heal, to believe somebody was worth the work. Even when it hurt. Even when it scared you.
Hov was scared. He’d been burned by his mama and now the love of his life. But just like his mama, he always held out hope that Knycole would love him better.
Her body shook when his tongue swiped from the back of her thigh to her ass to her pussy. “Ugh.”
“Yea, I’m tired of talking,” Hov confessed before diving back into her like he had something to prove.
To him, he did. This was the only place he felt like he was enough.
His tongue flattened then curved, moving slow at first, then fast flicks. Deeper and firmer until her hips started grinding into his mouth without much effort. Hov switched it up, teasing her folds with short, precise licks, then he dragged his tongue over her clit. His tongue moved in circles that made her toes curl.
She cried out, grabbing the back of his head. “Yes… right there… please don’t stop.”
“I don’t need no fuckin’ coaching. I know this pussy like the back of my hand.” He looked up with wet lips and fire in his eyes.
“I know!” her voice shook.
Hov sucked on her pearl, pulling it gently into his mouth applying just enough pressure to make her legs shake. Then his finger found its way inside, curving towards that spot that always made her melt. Her cream coated his finger on contact. “Give me that shit, baby.”
“I am!” Knycole released, breathe bated.
But Hov wasn’t letting up. Tucking his hands under her ass, he lifted her bottom up, digging his tongue in even deeper like it was the last time he’d ever taste her.
Knycole was still shaking when he pulled away. His lips glistened, fingers trailed her inner thigh like he wasn’t done—because he wasn’t.
Hov stood over her, naked and tatted, eyes low like he could see straight through her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed her jaw and kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. “You think this how the last supper tasted?” he whispered in her ear.
She could barely catch her breath because the second his dick slid across her slick entrance, her body arched like it was starving for him. “Hov…”
He didn’t say anything. Just gripped the backs of her thighs and pushed her legs up, opening her wider, locking eyes as he slid in slowly. Thick. Deep. All the way to the base.
Knycole let out a cry that was more moan than scream.
“It’s you… this all you,” Knycole panted as he rocked inside of her, hitting all the spots he knew to hit.
“Yea,” he grunted, biting his bottom lip. “This mine. Always been.”
He stroked her deeper. Grinding into her like he was making love to every part of her soul. Then he switched the pace up. Rough. Fast. Deep enough to make her voice wail higher.
“Fuck—Hov, wait,” she gasped, grabbing at his wrist.
He gripped her throat and leaned in. “Nah, I gave you soft last time. You gon’ take this dick now.”
She whimpered, eyes fluttering.
“Look at me.” Hov gripped the front of her neck. “What that song say? Did you teach him what I taught you?” He sung off key before sucking her tongue into his mouth, then releasing her.
“I didn’t.” Her eyes met his. Knycole’s eyes were glossy and fucked out.
