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Kentrell was at my place and he was being a bug while I was trying to study. I nearly kicked him in the mouth when he tried putting my big toe in his mouth.

"DeSean stop that! I'm trying to study here, damn." I mumbled the last word and withdrew my foot from him to sit on them in criss cross style on my bed.

"Oh I see what we doin' now, Olivia." I rolled my eyes at Kentrell. "Watch them shits get stuck in the back of ya' flat ass head."

"Leave me alooooone, I need to study. I told you I wasn't going to be free today so why did you even come regardless."

I knew how much he hated me saying no to him whenever he wanted to stop by at my place, so I knew whether I told him yes or no, his appearance was still sure.

"Yo' ass been knew I was still gon' pull up so shut up and lemme suck on yo' pretty toes. They look like baby carrots and with those white paints on 'em like toppings. Come'ere." Kentrell pounced on the bed and I yelped. My handout was sent across the room in a split second and I wanted to scream at him so bad for being nonchalant.

"Kennyyyy, ah-stoooop!" I giggled uncontrollably as Kentrell tickled my sides, making me fall back and my legs spread out as I was trying to escape that gave Kentrell access to them. And he finally stopped tickling me to grab my ankles and put my feet on his lap. "I was in the bathroom barefooted minutes ago, don't put them in your mouth."

"Cap. I know you never even walk around the cleanest floors barefooted so lie yo' ass off again, mama." Okay, he wasn't incorrect and my attempt to stop him was futile but atleast he was doing the toe sucking and not me. "Relax and enjoy this. Cuz if it taste funky, I'm breakin' 'em off."

I rolled my eyes and laid back for him to satisfy his little fetish. I watched Kentrell bring my left foot up to his nose and sniff before his lips were around my pinky toe and strained around it to suck. I gasped and tried taking it out but his grasp was too strong. Kentrell continued sucking and seemed to be enjoying it. So was I.

"Ke-Kennnyy, hn." I moaned as he moved to my big toe and gave the same treatment as my pinky and I was almost on the verge of an orgasm. I felt him place my right foot on his crotch that was spotting a hard erection and I instinctively pressed my foot against it and rubbed.

"Shit— you see what you do to me, mama. Hm?" I wasn't paying his words much attention as I continued caressing on his huge hard-on with the pad of my foot through his jeans. I smirked feeling the spot I was rubbing on slowly become wet with precum and Kentrell's guttural moans grew louder. Abruptly, he stopped my foot to pull my body onto his' and our clothes were ridden of with him pistoning deep into me.

About two hours of rounds on the bed and in the bathroom, I lost count and was in the kitchen to make dinner since it was almost seven in the evening. I knew when Kentrell woke up he would need to eat something so I was making us chicken lentil stew and rice with vegetables.

I finished cooking and was in the middle of setting plates for dishing on the counter when I felt those familiar brown tatted arms slither around my waist and squeeze. I giggled and tried to bump Kentrell away with my butt instead he groaned and smacked it. I winced, "Keep those heavy hands at bay, Kentrell."

"Shut up it's mines and I do what I please with mines. Damn you just knew a nigga was starving from all that work I put in, huh." Kentrell grunted into my ears before sniffing the aroma of the food in the air.

After serving both our plates and settling to eat, Kentrell immediately dug in. I laughed at the goofy expression he would make like he was cross eyed each time he bit into his chicken. "I bet if you cook sand it would still smack more than half the shit these broads cook as food bruh."

"Kentrell you say the impossible when you eat my food. How can I cook sand?" I chuckled and shook my head.

"Shiii blame it on the food not me."

We discussed his upcoming tour set to happen in less than a month and I couldn't help the wave of sadness that went through me when he reminded me of the dates and cities he'd be visiting.

I guess my facade to hide my feelings failed because Kentrell I stopped eating and was picking at my food instead. "Aye, say why you lookin' like that all of a sudden."

"Looking like how? I'm fine you're tripping." He continued to stare at me intensely with those light onyx eyes unblinking. I quaked and dropped my fork. "You aren't tripping. I already miss you, Kenny. I can't imagine a month with your absence. And I don't want you thinking I'm being too much trying to hinder you from going about your business but just know that it won't be easy for me in your absence."

Kentrell came around the counter and placed himself between my thighs, looking down at my lips as he spoke, "And you think I ain't dreadin' leave you behind for the longest days and nights of my life in a while for the next few weeks? I won't miss being in this tight pussy and feeling yo' soft skin against me and kissin' on you? Everything. You can't imagine Maeve. I'on know what you doin' to me but I wanna see where it leads so bad. I never wanna see the end of us. I lo—"

"Um-um!" He was interrupted by Lulan clearing her throat from the kitchen threshold. I didn't even notice she had returned from her class. "Been here for like...a minute now but no one noticed. Maeve you cooked, great!" Lulan sauntered further into the kitchen and grabbed a plate off the rack. Her clothes were looking like they were painted on her and still short as hell.

Kentrell groaned and said, "All'at cum didn't satisfy you much huh?" I facepalmed myself mentally.

"Excuse me?" Lulan stopped fetching some of the rice and cut her eyes at Kentrell.

"You heard what the fuck I said." He told her and pecked my lips. "I'm in your room mama." Before he walked away.

Lulan watched him leave before she continued, "Maeve I think your man has a problem with me or something."

"Don't know, ask him yourself." I went to join my man in the bedroom and although Kentrell was always being mean to Lulan but he wasn't to blame. She always found the wrong time to ruin our moments and maybe it was unintentional as I thought but to Kentrell she was always doing it on purpose.

My mind kept wandering to what Kentrell was about telling me before he was cut short. I thought I heard him say I lo— "Nah, I'm overthinking now." I made myself comfortable in his arm and we watched some Netflix.

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