“Too fucking good.” Kofi grunted, grabbing my hips tighter. “I missed this pussy.” “I missed you,” I choked. He slowed, just a little, but the tension in his jaw tightened. His voice was rough when he asked, “Did you give it away?” “What?” His hands stilled, but he didn’t pull out. “Did you give my Akoma away?” My mouth fell open, my heart thudding. “No.” “Tell me.” I met his eyes. Locked in. No hesitation. “Never.”
