Page 92 of Tangled Hearts
“You feel that?” he asked, hips snapping. “That’s me. Beating this pussy up ‘cause it belong to me.”
She nodded frantically.
“Tell me whoooo,” Hov sung again, losing himself in her.
If he wasn’t fucking her into the mattress, she would’ve laughed but the way Hov handled her body, wasn’t shit funny. Not even his singing because she knew he meant that shit. Chris Brown must’ve written that song just for him.
Knycole couldn’t speak—her jaw slacked, toes curled, one hand clawing the bedsheet while the other slapped at his chest.
He flipped her over without warning, ass up, face down.
“You always runnin’ your mouth, now you quiet?” he teased, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back.
Then he licked up her spine and rubbed it in like lotion, lining himself back up and sliding in from the back. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the room, raw and reckless.
“Ba—baby,” Knycole choked, digging her hands into the sheets.
“Take this dick,” he growled. “Don’t fight it.”
“I’m not—I’m tryin’ to—ugh!”
She collapsed on the bed, moaning into the blanket while he fucked her through it.
Hov leaned over her back, biting her shoulder, his deep drawl all in her ear. “I’ma nut in you, and when you feel it drip down your thighs later, I want you to remember who the fuck stretched you out like this.”
Knycole’s body trembled again—another orgasm ripping through her before she could brace for it.
Hov felt her clamp down and he went deeper and slower, angling up until her legs were shaking and her voice broke into a soft sob.
“Just like that,” he whispered against her ear. “Now hold still while I feed you the rest.”
Knycole wiped her forehead and even though he was wearing her out, she wanted more. “Fuck! Um… okay.”
His stroke slowed but got nastier, more controlled. He kept his tip right on that spot, hips rotating like he knew exactly what she needed.
Seconds later, his grip tightened. He grunted low, deep in his chest, then buried himself inside her and let go. Heat filled her as his body jerked above hers, his climax was thick and long—like he’d been saving it for her and only her.
Hov kissed her back, then tapped her thigh for her to flip back over. He needed to see her.
“I love you so much my heart don’t even beat the same now that you ain’t loving me back.” Hov sucked her titty.
Knycole was spent but she said it back. “I love you too.”
“But I’ll never give you the chance to break me again.” His dick jumped when her knees parted.
“What does that even mean?” Knycole’s heart rate sped up, scared of what was going to come out of his mouth.
“I’m officially setting you free baby.” Hov whispered before pushing his dick back into her fat pussy.
Knycole covered her face before she burst into tears. “Okay,” she sniffled yet her body rocked into him. She moaned again, hips already twitching, body too sensitive to take more but too addicted to stop.
“Fuck, Knyc…”
Her fingers dug into his sweaty back. “Just…” she didn’t even know what to say or how to plead her case. This was what she wanted. When Rock was released, she let Hov go and now that he’s finally okay with that, Knycole was coming undone.
She needed control so she found her way on top of him.
“I’ont wanna be tangled anymore.” He slapped her ass as she eased down on him. “I ain’t wishing you no ill will and I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
