Page 45 of Tangled Hearts

Knycole smirked. Her mouth wrapped around him taking his words away. She placed the palms of her hands on his thighs, easing him to the back of her throat. He was thick and heavy— felt like home. Her tongue twirled around the head.

Flicking the underside of his dick with her tongue pussy leaked when his grunt bounced off the walls.

“Shit,” he whispered. “You remember what I like… make it sloppy for me.”

Doing as she was told, she bobbed her head back and forth. Spit dripped down the corners of her lips. She moaned and slurped taking him deeper and deeper down her throat until her lips kissed the base.

Hov tangled his fingers in her hair, slowly stroking her mouth with his eyes closed. “Fuck, baby… you sucking this dick so good.”

“Mm,” Knycole moaned, eyes watering. “You taught me,” she said once his dick popped out of her mouth. She looked at him with wet eyes and a wet mouth.

Hov was extra fine. His brown eyes had the power to hold you captive before you agreed to anything he said. His sculpted body was perfection in its rawest form and Knycole could look at him all day. There was a time when that was all she did.

“You talking that big girl shit… who taught you that?”

“You,” she crooned again.

Bending down to lift her up like she weighed nothing, Hov said, “show me what else I taught you.”

She giggled as he padded to the owner’s suite. His room along with Qua’s, was on the main floor. Since there was no woman to occupy his bed, his son usually slept with him.

“Tell me you love me… I be needing to hear that shit.” Hov was wide open for Knycole.

Tucking her face into his neck, Knycole chanted over and over. “I love you, Hov. I love you Quameek. I love the way you carry me… love the way you love me… love the way you love our son… love you because you gave me a son… I just love you so much… even when I don’t show it.”

Soaking it all in, he sucked on her neck, his dick growing harder by the second. Once he made it to his room, he lightly tossed Knycole onto the bed where she landed with a small bounce that shook her breasts.

Hov angled his head, just staring like he could burn the image of her into his memory.

Knycole was more than just pretty—she was real.

Grounded. No cappin’ and no stuck-up shit.

Her hustle was unmatched, her mind sharp.

Her heart was soft when the world let her be…

steel when it didn’t. She knew how to cut somebody down without ever losing herself.

But what got him the most was the way she was with Qua.

Their boy. The proof that all the nights they held each other through pain, all the wrong turns, all the times they almost let go—something good still came out of it.

Watching her with their son was the kind of blessing Hov felt he didn’t deserve but refused to run from.

She mothered like it was in her bones, and it made him love her even harder for it.

Even her body told the story—hips marked with stretch lines and they weren’t flaws but reminders.

Proof she’d carried life. Proof she’d carried his life.

To him, that wasn’t something to hide. It was scripture.

Every mark, every curve, every smile line etched into her face told him she was more than just a woman—she was home.

A messy home sometimes but nothing was ever too much for Hov to clean up.

Of course, Knycole was a ten. But not ‘cause of what the world saw. She was a ten ‘cause she gave him a son, gave him peace when he didn’t even want it, gave herself even when it cost her everything. She was a ten because she was his, and he knew he’d never stop paying the price of that blessing.

It was the one reason she got to walk light with that flaw ass decision she made. It was why Nick got to live long enough to get his shit together.

“You just gonna stare at me all night?” Knycole asked, leaning back on her elbows, bare pussy open and ready.

“I’ont know how long I’ll get to look at this work of art so I gotta let that shit linger a little longer.”

“Don’t say that,” she whispered, looking away, unable to look him in his eyes.

The bed dipped from Hov leaning on it with both hands. “Why? A nigga can’t keep shit real?”

“I’m not saying that. I’m just…” Knycole huffed.

He pecked her lips. “You don’t want to admit you’re really leaving me? Shit, you left me.” He kissed her lips again, this time letting it linger longer. “You fucked the city up with this one,” he smiled lightening the mood in the room.

Knycole’s hands rested on his cheeks. “I think I’m going to therapy.”

“I think that’ll be cool.”

“You want to go?”

“No.”

“Hov,” she mumbled through his tongue snaking in her mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t.” Hov kissed the side of her lips before kissing his way down her body.

The trail of kisses he left on her skin made goosebumps prickle her skin. Hov was an amazing lover. “You ever get tired of fixing everybody?” she asked softly.

“Every fuckin’ day.”

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

“‘Cause that’s all I know. And maybe ‘cause if I keep fixin’ them, I don’t gotta fix me.”

Her throat closed. She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him he deserved more than being everybody’s crutch. But she also knew that’s what made him Hov—the quiet storm, the one you could lean on when everything else fell apart.

“You don’t gotta fix me,” she whispered, rubbing any piece of his skin she could get to.

He nodded, thumb brushing the places his lips already visited, tilting her face toward him. “I know. But I want to.”

And that was the thing about love—it wasn’t just about the butterflies or the fire. It was about the choice. The choice to stay, to heal, to believe somebody was worth the work. Even when it hurt. Even when it scared you.

Hov was scared. He’d been burned by his mama and now the love of his life. But just like his mama, he always held out hope that Knycole would love him better.

Her body shook when his tongue swiped from the back of her thigh to her ass to her pussy. “Ugh.”

“Yea, I’m tired of talking,” Hov confessed before diving back into her like he had something to prove.

To him, he did. This was the only place he felt like he was enough.

His tongue flattened then curved, moving slow at first, then fast flicks.

Deeper and firmer until her hips started grinding into his mouth without much effort.

Hov switched it up, teasing her folds with short, precise licks, then he dragged his tongue over her clit.

His tongue moved in circles that made her toes curl.

She cried out, grabbing the back of his head. “Yes… right there… please don’t stop.”

“I don’t need no fuckin’ coaching. I know this pussy like the back of my hand.” He looked up with wet lips and fire in his eyes.

“I know!” her voice shook.

Hov sucked on her pearl, pulling it gently into his mouth applying just enough pressure to make her legs shake. Then his finger found its way inside, curving towards that spot that always made her melt. Her cream coated his finger on contact. “Give me that shit, baby.”

“I am!” Knycole released, breathe bated.

But Hov wasn’t letting up. Tucking his hands under her ass, he lifted her bottom up, digging his tongue in even deeper like it was the last time he’d ever taste her.

Knycole was still shaking when he pulled away. His lips glistened, fingers trailed her inner thigh like he wasn’t done—because he wasn’t.

Hov stood over her, naked and tatted, eyes low like he could see straight through her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed her jaw and kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. “You think this how the last supper tasted?” he whispered in her ear.

She could barely catch her breath because the second his dick slid across her slick entrance, her body arched like it was starving for him. “Hov…”

He didn’t say anything. Just gripped the backs of her thighs and pushed her legs up, opening her wider, locking eyes as he slid in slowly. Thick. Deep. All the way to the base.

Knycole let out a cry that was more moan than scream.

“It’s you… this all you,” Knycole panted as he rocked inside of her, hitting all the spots he knew to hit.

“Yea,” he grunted, biting his bottom lip. “This mine. Always been.”

He stroked her deeper. Grinding into her like he was making love to every part of her soul. Then he switched the pace up. Rough. Fast. Deep enough to make her voice wail higher.

“Fuck—Hov, wait,” she gasped, grabbing at his wrist.

He gripped her throat and leaned in. “Nah, I gave you soft last time. You gon’ take this dick now.”

She whimpered, eyes fluttering.

“Look at me.” Hov gripped the front of her neck. “What that song say? Did you teach him what I taught you?” He sung off key before sucking her tongue into his mouth, then releasing her.

“I didn’t.” Her eyes met his. Knycole’s eyes were glossy and fucked out.

“You feel that?” he asked, hips snapping. “That’s me. Beating this pussy up ‘cause it belong to me.”

She nodded frantically.

“Tell me whoooo,” Hov sung again, losing himself in her.

If he wasn’t fucking her into the mattress, she would’ve laughed but the way Hov handled her body, wasn’t shit funny. Not even his singing because she knew he meant that shit. Chris Brown must’ve written that song just for him.

Knycole couldn’t speak—her jaw slacked, toes curled, one hand clawing the bedsheet while the other slapped at his chest.

He flipped her over without warning, ass up, face down.

“You always runnin’ your mouth, now you quiet?” he teased, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back.

Then he licked up her spine and rubbed it in like lotion, lining himself back up and sliding in from the back. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the room, raw and reckless.

“Ba—baby,” Knycole choked, digging her hands into the sheets.

“Take this dick,” he growled. “Don’t fight it.”

“I’m not—I’m tryin’ to—ugh!”

She collapsed on the bed, moaning into the blanket while he fucked her through it.

Hov leaned over her back, biting her shoulder, his deep drawl all in her ear. “I’ma nut in you, and when you feel it drip down your thighs later, I want you to remember who the fuck stretched you out like this.”

Knycole’s body trembled again—another orgasm ripping through her before she could brace for it.

Hov felt her clamp down and he went deeper and slower, angling up until her legs were shaking and her voice broke into a soft sob.

“Just like that,” he whispered against her ear. “Now hold still while I feed you the rest.”

Knycole wiped her forehead and even though he was wearing her out, she wanted more. “Fuck! Um… okay.”

His stroke slowed but got nastier, more controlled. He kept his tip right on that spot, hips rotating like he knew exactly what she needed.

Seconds later, his grip tightened. He grunted low, deep in his chest, then buried himself inside her and let go. Heat filled her as his body jerked above hers, his climax was thick and long—like he’d been saving it for her and only her.

Hov kissed her back, then tapped her thigh for her to flip back over. He needed to see her.

“I love you so much my heart don’t even beat the same now that you ain’t loving me back.” Hov sucked her titty.

Knycole was spent but she said it back. “I love you too.”

“But I’ll never give you the chance to break me again.” His dick jumped when her knees parted.

“What does that even mean?” Knycole’s heart rate sped up, scared of what was going to come out of his mouth.

“I’m officially setting you free baby.” Hov whispered before pushing his dick back into her fat pussy.

Knycole covered her face before she burst into tears. “Okay,” she sniffled yet her body rocked into him. She moaned again, hips already twitching, body too sensitive to take more but too addicted to stop.

“Fuck, Knyc…”

Her fingers dug into his sweaty back. “Just…” she didn’t even know what to say or how to plead her case. This was what she wanted. When Rock was released, she let Hov go and now that he’s finally okay with that, Knycole was coming undone.

She needed control so she found her way on top of him.

“I’ont wanna be tangled anymore.” He slapped her ass as she eased down on him. “I ain’t wishing you no ill will and I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“Say you want it,” she whispered, mouth brushing his. Tears sat in her tear ducts.

“I want you. ” Hov pumped under her. “I want you so bad but I can’t be the only one wanting this shit. You gotta want me too.”

She sunk down on him with a sharp gasp, and Hov’s head dropped back against the pillow.

He locked his arms around her hips. “Yea, ride that dick like that.”

“Fuck, Quameek,” Knycole crooned.

Their sex was always long and left her full for days but this time, it felt different.

Like he was trying to show her what she was going to miss.

All that dick and all that love. Hov was reminding her of all the shit she walked away from.

Maybe he should’ve done it sooner but his heart was still holding onto her coming to her senses.

“You always do this,” she whispered. “Break me down like you tryna rebuild me. Your dick soothes my soul.”

“I am.” His voice was husky. “I did .”

Her eyes snapped down on him. “Hov?”

Shaking his head, he reached up to wipe her tears. “No tears here… this what you wanted, kid.”

“But…”

“No buts.” He pulled her lips to him by her neck. “Just dick.”

She rode him while crying, like she knew what he liked. Because she did. They were past guessing. Past playing cute. She circled her hips, bounced, grinded, dragged herself over his shaft slow enough to make him curse under his breath.

Because they’d been through too much not to know what this was.

Two hearts tangled up in pain and pride. Broken in places that never fully healed. But somehow, they always found their way back to each other. Sometimes angry. Sometimes messy. But always real.

Even if they never figured out how to stay that way.

Some hearts don’t just love.

They tangle.

Wrap around each other until neither can breathe, but both refuse to let go. That was them. Chaotic. Loyal. Addicted. Familiar.

Not perfect. Not even close.

But when it was right?—

It was church.

It was poetry.

It was war and worship all in the same breath.

And Hov knew right then—if being hers killed him, he’d die with his mouth on her name.

Still, he had to make sure she felt what life was like without him to fall back on. Hov had feelings too and it didn’t seem like Knycole understood that.