𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

22.

Four days later.

"Bootybutt I can't breath mama." Kentrell chuckled, lightly shaking her awake.

Nylah was currently asleep in his bed, her arms locked around his neck in a choke hold as he played GTA on his TV.

"Move guh'." He smiled, flicking her bottom lip as she began to stir in her sleep.

She let his neck go, and he sat up against his headboard, letting her lock her arms around his torso, moving to lay between his legs, her head in his lap.

He pulled the cover down, rubbing his hands soothingly down her sides, watching her began to doze back off.

It was crazy the random parts of her body that he found so attractive. He loved the curves of her sides that dipped into her small waist.

Her skin was so soft, and the natural arch in her back was deep, due to her ass and hips that were wider than the top half of her body.

He slid his arms lower, gripping her ass in his large hands, softly rubbing over her hips, and she lowly moaned in her sleep.

"Freak hoe." He chuckled, bringing his hands back up to lightly massage her back, pressing his finger down the curvature of her frame.

The two of them had spent the last few days together, just the two of them at his personal home, helping each other through the new emotions that had surfaced.

It was becoming easier by the day, and Kentrell was doing very good. He always felt good whenever he was around Nylah.

He sat with his back against his headboard, looking down at her face that rested in his lap, her face near his dick, making him chuckle after seeing her hand was resting on it.

They hadn't had sex in two weeks, and surprisingly, Kentrell didn't mind. After the last few days of them just talking and getting their emotions out in the open, he was lowkey glad that they'd emotionally connected.

To be able to mentally connect with the person you love, was something that both of them hadn't experienced besides with one another, and their first time wasn't under the best circumstances.

Though it happened for them in an unfortunate situation, Kentrell was glad that they'd went through it, becoming closer-though there were still obvious things that they needed to work through.

Kentrell looked down at her long, soft pink, tapered square nails the sat wrapped around his shaft over his boxers, and it immediately hardened under her touch.

He untied her messy bun that her natural hair was wrapped in, running his fingers through it.

Grabbing his phone, he switched over to Instagram, going to the story area and starting a live video.

He watched as he gained 92,000 views, his natural mug resting on his face as watched the comments flood in.

"Wassam." He smiled seeing some of his fan pages join, and he waved in the camera.

"Look at bootybutt." He mumbled, pulling the camera back to show Nylah in his lap, making sure her boobs weren't showing since she was naked.

"This my baby. Say Nyny, look mama." He moved her hair from her face, and she turned the other way, keeping her eyes closed.

"Move Ky." She frowned as he put the camera in her face again, and he chuckled.

"Y'all asking fa' ha Instagram like y'all ain't tell them bitch ass blogs 'bout ha already." He stale faced the camera, reading the comments asking who she was.

"She not gone accept y'all on her page so i'a post her shit right now." He shrugged, looking down as she tightened her grip around his waist.

"She 19." He mumbled, licking over his teeth as he answered questions about her.