Chapter Five.
Around four o’clock in the morning, Crown stirred, jolted awake by the relentless pounding of rain against the window.
It had been raining a lot in the Hills, and part of him felt the storm was mirroring the tempest brewing within him…
a deadly sign of the chaos he was ready to unleash.
Niggas had him fucked up. He lay there for a moment, nostrils flaring and trigger finger itching.
By sunrise, Crown knew he’d be back in the streets, wreaking havoc, ready to erase some muthafuckas in a single sweep. He’d empty the fucking magazine. But until dawn broke, he’d focus on what mattered most, his wife.
With a hardness that felt like granite, Crown glanced down at Nivéa’s half-naked body.
His eyes traced the curves of her before settling on her beautiful face.
He couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive for locking her down.
She was breathtaking to him, even with her lips slightly parted and drooling on his chest. He didn’t give a fuck about the drool.
His body belonged to her. She could do whatever she wanted with it.
“Fuck,” Crown whispered, reaching for the remote.
He turned on the flat screen and pulled up their video.
The entire night at the cabin had been recorded for memories.
Making sure the volume was low enough not to disturb Nivéa, Crown slipped a hand into his boxers and gripped himself.
Heat coursed through him like wildfire. He wanted his wife badly, but knowing she’d waited up for him all night, he wanted to let her rest.
Selfless.
Instead, Crown focused between the screen and Nivéa’s thighs lying beside him, slowly stroking himself.
As he did, his mind drifted back to the last time he’d done this shit.
The day he picked up those shirts from her shop, visions of her had consumed him all night, igniting a hunger he couldn’t shake, much like now.
From day one, he’d been infatuated with Nivéa.
“Shittt,” Crown mumbled, trying to stifle his voice as he pleased himself.
On the screen, he watched Nivéa’s mouth take him in. She’d ate his dick up and left no crumbs. He focused on the tip for a moment before moving down toward the base, mimicking her usual rhythm. Driven by need, Crown quickened his pace, losing himself in the motion.
The sudden movement stirred Nivéa from her slumber.
Her eyes fluttered open, a mixture of awe and desire washing over her as she glanced at the sex tape playing on the screen, then looked down at his big, beautiful brown dick.
The tip glistened with his precum. Without giving her a chance to speak, Crown reached for the back of her head, pressing soft kisses along her face and neck.
“Mmm, why you doing this? Why didn’t you wake me, hm?” Nivéa purred, tilting her head back in satisfaction. His lips felt so good against her skin.
“’Cause you deserve your rest. I know you tired, and your body’s still sore from the cabin.” Crown answered against her ear, kissing it. “Just ignore me, ma.”
He continued stroking himself, his stomach tightening and his upper lip curling.
“It’s just... a nigga can’t get enough of you. Look at you.”
“Yeah, look at me. I’m right here, so you don’t need to do that shit.” Nivéa popped his hand away, forcing him to release himself.
“Damn it, ma.” Crown grunted, feeling her stop his nut.
But Nivéa quickly made up for it, rolling on top of him. Biting down on her bottom lip, she ignored the soreness in her thighs and eased herself down onto his hardness, drawing a deep moan from Crown.
“Oh, shit.”
“You feel so good.” Nivéa told him, taking the remote from his hand and turning up the volume on the TV just in time to hear her moans coming from the video.
“You feel better.”
Underneath her, Crown lay in bliss, his eyes rolling back at the way her pussy enveloped him.
Nivéa gave him a high he’d never experienced before meeting her, one he couldn’t help but chase relentlessly.
He whistled out a breath as she found her rhythm, gratitude flooding through him.
He was so thankful she’d woken up and put the pussy on him.
Her kitty was like oxygen. He needed it to survive.
“Fuckkk, maaa.”
“Awe, daddyyy.”
At the sound of that, Crown lost control.
He popped her ass before reaching up and tearing open her robe.
Nivéa’s heavy breasts spilled out, enticing him even further.
He cradled them, mimicking the soothing motions she used when preparing to breastfeed, kneading and squeezing them softly to coax them into readiness for him.
It didn’t take much. Her body was already responding.
He slightly sat up to kiss and suck on her leaking nipples.
It was early morning…almost time for breakfast. The nigga was starving.
With Nivéa cradling the back of his head, he stayed there for a while before sinking back onto the pillow, her milk coating his tongue.
Nivéa lost her mind watching him swallow every drop and lick his lips. She moaned loudly, bucking against him.
“Ahhhhh.”
“Shh. You gon’ wake her.” Crown quickly covered her mouth with his hand, instantly regretting not closing the door before they started.
“I... I’m sorry,” Nivéa said, her words muffled, but he heard her.
“It’s all good. I’m not mad.” He loosened his grip, letting his hand glide down to her neck before giving it a gentle squeeze. Then he brought his thumb to her mouth.
Nivéa’s lips parted, slowly sucking his thumb as if it were his dick, making her pussy grow even wetter around him.
“Drown me, baby.” Crown begged, feeling her walls contract. He knew exactly what time it was and embraced it.
Overly satisfied, Nivéa looked into his eyes and rained on him as they fucked to their own porn.
After she came hard, Crown gripped her ass, guiding her up and down his dick at a slower pace.
That morning, he wanted to fuck, but he also craved taking his time and making love to his wife.
Sweet, passionate love. Hell, he wanted her to make love to his body, too.
After the day he’d had, he needed that connection now more than ever.
As if she knew exactly what he craved, Nivéa shifted, lying against his chest while still riding him. Her lips brushed against his beard before she kissed him there. Then she kissed his neck, slowly sucking on it as he slid his middle finger into her ass.
“Oh my God.” She gasped, cupping his face. “You freaky-ass muthafucka.”
“You love it here,” Crown told her. “You love how a nigga put it down.”
Nivéa smirked because it was the truth. Her fingers dug into his chest before curling around his chain.
She kept riding him as she lowered her head slightly and sucked on his nipple.
And as Crown grunted, she whimpered at him fucking both of her holes.
They were secretly having a contest to see who could please the other the most. Needless to say, Crown won.
He flipped her over, positioning her to face the screen so she could watch the video while he took her from behind.
“You see that? You see how you was taking that dick? I want you to do that right now.”
“Yeah... mmm, okay, baby...”
“Look at this ass, baby. It’s getting fat. That’s all me. I did that.”
“And did.”
With a fistful of her hair in his hand, Crown drove into her repeatedly, watching her cheeks ripple against him with each thrust. All the frustration the streets had given him, he let out right there with her.
Her pussy made the loudest noises, filling the room and drowning out the sound of the video.
“I’m so in love with you. You know I got your back, right?” Nivéa told him once he rolled back onto his back and let her take control again.
“Yeah, and I got yours. I’d do anything for you, beautiful.” Crown held her by the waist as her eyes sparkled and she moved against him.
“I can’t wait to have your baby.”
“We gon’ have that one, and then I’ma fuck around and put another one in you if you don’t get on some kind of birth control. Pussy too fuckin’ good.”
Nivéa was dripping. Only Crown could evoke such a response from her.
She swore on everything she held dear that he was the best she’d ever had…
an artist in how his dick tended to her needs.
He was long enough to consistently hit her G-spot and wide enough to massage her walls just right.
And the friction against her clit as she rode him sent her soaring.
“Uhhhhh, baby,” she whispered, her eyes glossy.
“I love the shit out of you, ma.” Crown replied against her lips.
“That’s why you gotta stay home…stay put up while I’m out here handling my business.
If something happened to you, I’d make hell look like paradise.
There wouldn’t be enough body bags on this fuckin’ earth to clean up all the niggas I’d leave leakin’.
And that’s on my grandmother’s grave, Nivéa Knight.
If I ain’t breathin’ you, I don’t want no air. ”
“Then use that. Use that love…that fire to win this war and end it. Because no matter what happens out there, you gotta make it back home to me. I need you, Ahmad Knight.”
“Say less. Consider it done.”
“I’m cummin’ again, baby.” Nivéa sat up and reached behind her to gently massage his balls while riding him.
Crown’s eyes fluttered shut just as her walls tightened.
He could literally feel how badly she needed him.
Nivéa had a death grip on his dick, the sensation overwhelming him in the best way.
His wife’s pussy was in a league of its own.
It transported him to another dimension.
Within seconds, the combination of her caressing his sac and the rhythmic contractions of her muscles pulled the nut right out of him.
With a deep grunt, Crown released inside her.
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