as Kentrell wrapped his arms around my shoulder from behind and guided me out of his car as we walked toward some building. We got closer and all I heard was gunshots, I started feeling uneasy till I heard him whisper, "Chill, we at a shooting range not a trap house." I rolled my eyes to myself like thanks a lot that actually helped since I grew up in a shooting range instead of a home.

Ken brought us to the arena or as he explained the firing line; it had different paper targets with bullseye for aiming at across from where we stood and tables in front of us with pistols, earmuffs and clear shades.

"Follow my lead. Wear them earmuffs and shades, it's for the loud ass noise and fo' shit not to get in your eyes." Kentrell explained. I did as he said and guarded myself. He proceeded to load the handgun on his table before he lifted it to his paper target some yards across and soon emptied the magazine into the bullseye till it ripped.

I gulped at how attractive he looked while doing that and the accuracy made me feel hot. He loaded the clip again and I could tell he was letting out some steam with the way his jaws kept ticking and clenching, facial expression all hardened like he was truly shooting at someone he loathed.

"S'up, you good mama?" Kentrell smirked at me and I nodded absentmindedly. He chuckled, coming to stand behind me and help load the gun on my table then placed it in my hands that were quite small and the weapon was heavy but I held it steady. "Good, place it like this," he positioned my focus and said, "Your finger on the trigger now pull." And I jumped slightly when I discharged my first shot but Kentrell said to do it again and I did aiming poorly but I was enjoying it.

After several target checks and only one successful headshot from me, it was almost seven in the evening and I was feeling worn out— definitely needed to go out more I had a blast, blasting off those targets. I felt Kentrell slip his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead making me smile at him, "What was that for?"

"Shut up i'on need no reason to kiss on yo' ass. But really I 'preciate yo' thoughts on trying help me blow off some steam and stress. Even though we could be at my place right na' wit' yo' insides getting pounded." He smirked, I gasped pushing him a bit, "A'ight but this really took my mind off of some things real talk. Thanks mama."

I blushed at him being appreciative in his own way atleast he recognized my efforts. "It's okay I felt the need to since you're someone I really about Ken."

Some guy with long dreads packed in a ponytail and outlined fade approached us and Kentrell took his hand off my waist to do a handshake with him and exchange greetings before he introduced me, "Aye Willins, meet Maeve my lit' baby, we 'bout heading out." I sent him a small wave and smile but he was too busy eyeballing my body and licking his lips to acknowledge my gesture.

Kentrell seemed to notice what he was doing and before I could comprehend what his reaction would be, Willins was punched with a swiftness I didn't even see it coming. I gasped and grabbed the fist Kentrell threw the punch with and his knuckles had some slight gash on them, as I tried observing them he was still fuming at his knocked out victim and I could just feel the tears brim in my eyes.

The look he gave me made me cower a bit, I'd never seen him like that or anyone else for that matter so my sensitive side was triggered. Some other guys who worked there I guess, ran over to pick up the unconscious dread head and also tried to calm Kentrell. He abruptly pulled back from their restraints and suddenly but softly pulled me along with him by the arm to the gated parking lot.

My insides were in a frenzy when he shut the door on my side and went around get inside. The silence had a thick awkward tension to it and I hoped he would play one of his songs to at least ease it up a notch. My lips were almost raw when we got his place from all the chewing I put it through.

"Kenny I–" I started but he shushed me and told me to step out of the car calmly—too calmly. I did as he said and without waiting for him I ran inside to wait in the living room.

I stood there waiting till Kentrell barged in and motioned for me to follow him upstairs to his room. I sluggishly did and when I arrived, he was quick to slam the door shut and back me up to the large Savoir bed in the middle of the room.

"You got on too much clothes right na'," Was what I heard before he made me get out of my outfit, throwing them to the other side of the room, "And them panties too or I'm gon' rip 'em." I gulped loudly but did as instructed slowly but surely I was naked under the eyes of Kentrell. I tried wrapping my arms around myself and not run into a corner and hide. "I'on wanna see no tears, May, unless I'm in them guts or eatin' this phat pussy. You fucking breathtaking mama."

Kentrell's body loomed over mine. His lips sought out mine. He instantly gave me tongue. I was caught off guard but in no time I was in tune with the rhythm of his tongue. I found myself growing wetter and wetter the more he smacked his lips against mine. It was sloppy, urgent, heated, and sexy.

He was kissing me with so much zeal that my body fell back against the bed. Kentrell has a magical tongue and each time it connected with mine, I saw fireworks.

Unable to bear the lack of oxygen in my lungs, I broke the kiss. While I took in a deep breath Kentrell feasted on my breasts. I watched him with a wide-open mouth while he sucked on my erect nipples like they were chocolate drops. I couldn't explain the feeling.

"Ooh, Kennnn," My eyebrows creased while my lips parted. He was clearly stuck on my nipples. I shook my head, unable to take the suction of his full lips. "Mm, oh my God," I was lost in ecstasy. I rubbed the back of his nappy hair, the softness of his hair somehow turning me on even more.

I felt my pussy contract around nothing and my body freeze up. Just when I was about to have an orgasm from nipple play Kentrell stops. I whimpered before his lips pressed into mine again.

"Don't worry, I'll use my tongue to get you off," Kentrell whispered against her lips, "Damn..." I was convinced he could smell my arousal and pheromones. I was so horny and messy between my legs, I could feel it. "Fuck...that pussy is such a mess and I ain't even been in it yet," Kentrell sucked on my bottom lip, "Girl...you got my dick standing straight up."

"Oh yeah?" I was getting bold.

"Pointed straight up," Kentrell flicked his tongue with mine, "Grip my shit mama." My hand ran down his tatted chest, abs, over his groomed pubic hair and then right around his meaty pipe. Feeling it for the first time in my life my breath halted. It was veiny indeed like I'd seen in some porno flicks and descriptive novels and yes, he was all thickness and length...

"I wanna taste this juicy shi'." He wanted to taste me first. "Lay on your back and spread your thighs." I blessed the day— two days back, when Darajah took me to get that Brazilian wax. I fell back on the bed, my thighs spread wide and limber for him to have all of my pussy. When I revealed just how gushy and turned on I was Kentrell gawked at my pussy. When his eyes looked into mine I bet he could see a mixture of nervousness and desire.

"May, your pussy is so pretty, ma. It's so pretty and wet for me. Such a pretty pussy for me to eat and fuck. Only me not no other nigga that smile up in yo' pretty face. Got that?"

"Yes," I blushed.

Kentrell spat heavily on my pussy. I shook like a cold chill went up my spine. Kentrell used his fingers to rub it in. It went down the crack of my booty and to the bed. He spat again, my clit jerked when his saliva fell against it. Slimy and ready for more attention. "Goddamn, this shit is pretty baby, so damn pretty." I whimpered.

"I got you baby...just stay like that and watch me, okay?"

"Mmm, okay," I wanted him to show me all the ways to pleasure myself. Thighs open wide, I peeked at my pussy eagerly. My attentiveness made Kentrell grunt. He took his lips, bringing them down to her clit and with a tight suction, slurped it up into his mouth like a vacuum seal. My mouth dangled and my eyes grew wide. He lets go of my clit softly, his eyes low while mine were teary. I could still feel it and he wasn't sucking anymore.

"You see how I did that?" He asks with a husky voice.

"Give me more pleeease." I was so desperate for him at that point.

"A'ight mama," Kentrell's lips were around my clit again. He sucked nice and slow, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. His tongue would peek out and lick my clit from time to time but he made sure to suck because I was loving that. He was sucking right under the hood of my clit and that's when I felt the pressure building to cum. When his lips popped off, I whined.

"No, no, no, Kennyyy please," I brought his head back myself making sure to keep him there. With his head back between my legs again with a deep chuckle against my sensitive area, my mouth opened in a silent scream. Then, I tried pushing away but Kentrell's hands on my thighs bringing them up and out of his way stilled my movements.

"Daddy!!!!!" I unexpectedly shouted. I was squirting. I watched with astonished eyes while Kentrell flicked his tongue back and forth over my swollen clit. My liquids coated his chest and made it glisten like he was rubbed down with massage oil.

"Oooh, FUCK!!!!" I crawled to the head of the bed and away from him— I tried to until I felt him grab my ankle and drag me back leaving a heavy smack on my derrière.

"Ass stupid phat, I ain't done wit' you yet cuz when I am, next time a nigga wanna smile at your fine ass and stare you gon' spit in his face say you Top's."

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