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I leaned forward, smashing down onto him and back up. I could feel my ass cheeks slapping my lower back as I gave it up to him. My left hand reached back, spreading my ass cheek open so he could see the cream leaving my pussy as he split me. His hand lifted up, slapping down on my right cheek loudly.

“Look at me, Cassandra.”

I arched my back, swinging my hair dramatically. Once my chin rested softly on my left shoulder, I opened my eyes, looking into his. The moment we made eye contact, his body stiffened. His grip tightened. His face almost looked pained. I smiled softly as he stared into my eyes.

“FUCKKKKKK! LOOK AT YOU!”

It’s always going to be me for Kenzo.

Chapter 36: The Full Picture

Devyn’s POV

You got it bad...

I laid on my stomach on a pop up tattoo table in the middle of Duke’s living room. All I had on was a thong as Usher blasted through the speakers. His front and back doors were open with the screens closed. The sun coming through the house warmed my naked body from the cold air. The smell of fresh air was comforting. Light smoke twirled around me as Duke leaned over me, handing me a blunt. My eyes closed, chest burning from inhaling. Back tingling from the tattoo gun working against my skin.

“My Devyn...”

“Baby boy...”

“Are you ready to meet my parents?”

My eyes slowly opened. I reached my hand up, handing the blunt back to him without responding. He took it, inhaling deeply.

“I’m not asking you to or pressuring you. Just with the way Cassie and K3 moving, I’m sure they’ll be popping up sooner or later. Plus, the holidays...Not being ready is fine. It just would mean a lot to me.”

“It’s not that I’m not ready or feel pressured...If anything? I’m nervous. The last guy I was with parents’ hated me. Hell, my own parents treat me weird. I’ve never had a positive experience.”

“Mine aren’t like that. I speak about you to my mother all the time. K2 always asks me questions about you and I.”

I smiled softly just imagining Duke on the phone with his parents discussing me.

“I’m ready when you are, baby.”

“Say less. My work here is done. This shit cold as hell.”

I laughed as he sprayed my back down. Feeling the paper towel drag across it felt so good. I asked for the anatomy of a spine and ribcage on my own back with flowers on the inside. It was a big piece we’ve been working on for a few days. I didn’t have to see it to know it was fire. Everything Duke does is so good. That’s why I took the time we had left to spend it with him.

I grabbed his hand, climbing off of the table. He thought I was going to walk to the mirror but instead, I pushed him down on the couch.

His smile made my heart swell as I climbed on top of him, kissing his lips. He was wearing no shirt, just boxers, shorts, and socks. My hair was back in curls; claw clipped to the top of my head. He unclipped them, sliding his hand inside and gripping them tightly. I moaned against his mouth while pressing my titties into his hard chest.

“I don’t think we have enough time...” I whispered into his mouth. “But when I return, I want you to tell me how it looks from the back.”

He laughed loudly, “You opened up to a nigga and showing you just as nasty as me.”

“Just because I love you.”

“And I love you,” he responded immediately. He kissed the tip of my nose. “I got you a new dress to wear. It’ll cover your tat, so we’ll wrap it.”

“Thank you! I didn’t know what the hell I was going to wear.”

“I also got you a gift. I just wanna show you I admire and respect your hard work towards tattooing. Standing up to your father. Coming to me first, something the old you would’ve never done. Your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed by me. What you’re putting into yourself is showing on the outside.”

I heard a truck pull into the driveway, crunching the gravel beneath it. I blinked hard, always amazed by his sweetness and kind words. Again, he looked at me casually as if I wasn’t falling deeper for him. Realizing I could be with him for the rest of my life.

Buzzzzz. Buzzzz. Buzzzz.