Chapter Fifteen #3
Thirty minutes later, Nivéa could barely contain her emotions as she pulled onto Crown’s property.
He followed closely behind on his bike, and she watched through the side mirror as he swung off with that unmistakable swagger.
She smiled to herself, realizing she had hit the jackpot, and it wasn’t just his money… it was his soul.
“Sup, ma? What you crying for?” Crown’s voice pulled her from her thoughts as he opened the driver’s door.
Nivéa shrugged, trying to find the right words. “I’m just… grateful. It’s been a lot, I’ve been through a lot, and I need a moment to let it all sink in.”
Crown nodded, recognizing her emotional nature.
Every time he looked up, her ass was overwhelmed with tears, but he loved her softness.
After gently closing her door, he walked around and slid into the passenger seat.
He didn’t push her to speak. Instead, he reached over and wiped away the wetness from her cheek with his thumb, and once he did, everything she’d been holding in came pouring out.
“You know, heartbreak comes with its stages. I used to think I was so stupid for giving everything to someone who couldn’t meet me halfway.
But I eventually realized I needed to give myself grace.
I just have a good heart, and that’s okay.
The last stage was me healing, and I promised myself I wouldn’t change just because someone didn’t appreciate me.
I’d just wait for someone who loves as fiercely as I do. ”
She turned to Crown, and it was as if Mother Nature mirrored everything she felt. The dark clouds opened, pouring rain that reflected her pain.
“I’m right here. You know what it is with me.” Crown told her.
“I do, and part of these tears is because I’m happy I finally found my person.” Nivéa leaned, parting his lips with her tongue.
“Come here.” Crown urged, reclining the seat. He knew they might be there for a while since Nivéa wouldn’t risk stepping out and ruining her hair in the rain. Caresha had just done it that morning.
Already knowing what he was on, Nivéa came out of her pants and panties, then climbed over, ready to bless her new car and her man for buying it for her.
Crown didn’t rush to be inside her. He squeezed her ass, capturing her lips as her juices stained the center of his jeans.
He didn’t mind; he took off her blazer and bra.
The heavy rainfall and the factory-tinted windows of the G-Wagon created a cocoon of privacy, allowing them to lose themselves in each other without a care in the world.
As he kissed her neck, Nivéa whispered,
“I have never in my life met a nigga I just wanted to constantly give my body up to. I mean, I want to discover other ways to please you, to make you feel as happy as you make me feel. But—”
“This is what makes me happy. Shit, you all I need if I'm being real.”
Crown had it all, every material possession money could buy.
He could easily hire a chef and a cleaning service for his home.
While having a woman to take care of those things was nice, it wasn’t a necessity for him.
He could even hire a therapist to help shoulder his burdens, just like he did for his brother.
But what he truly needed, what filled the void in his life, was something he could only find with her. A connection. An authentic vibe.
“Yo’ time.” He kissed her cheek. “Yo’ heart.” He planted firm kisses on her chest as her head leaned back. “Yo’ pussy, baby.” He curved his hand around her ass, urging her to lift and settle onto his fingers. “Don’t ever be stingy with none of that shit. That’s all a nigga need from you.”
“Mmm,” Nivéa moaned, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
She rode his thick fingers, her essence leaking onto his signet ring, momentarily blurring the engraved Knights emblem.
“Fuck,” Crown pulled his fingers out, consuming every drop she offered him.
Nivèa sat up as best as she could, allowing him space to pull down his jeans and boxers. His long dick sprang free, greeting her, glistening at the tip. She watched, captivated, as he trailed his thumb over the head, collecting the precum and stroking himself with it.
Nivéa’s pussy purred as her chest rose and fell. She was so hot and bothered. Without warning, she lifted and sank back onto his lap, enveloping him entirely. Her body ignited as he filled her up. He was so hard that she could feel every pulse of him deep within.
Crown gripped the roots of her hair as she rode his dick, and their souls tied to one another as he looked her in the eyes. This was how muthafuckas fell in love, he thought.
“Uhhh.” Nivéa whimpered.
“Damn.” He groaned in return, upper lip curled.
While gripping the back of his head, Nivéa leaned back, allowing him enough space to see her exposed breasts. They rippled as she bounced up and down, enticing the fuck out of Crown. His hands had minds of their own as they reached up and pressed both together, massaging them.
“You look so good taking this dick. You so mu’fuckin’ pretty, baby.”
“Uhhh, I’m about to cum, baby.” Nivéa admitted, her body crumbling in his arms. He had told her that the first time they had sex, and she would never forget it. Those words would always do something to her.
Licking his lips, Crown watched her come undone.
And when she finished, he eased her back until her spine met the dashboard.
Their eyes dropped at the same time, both of them focused on the way their bodies were still joined.
It had become one of their shared kinks.
Her pussy swallowed him repeatedly, soaking him.
Crown’s nut approached as his eyes fluttered shut.
“I love you, Ahmad.” Nivea said.
“I love yo’ ass more.” His eyes shot open, looking directly at her as he came hard. He couldn’t control himself that go-round. “Fuck, ma. I fucked up.”
“It’s okay. We’ll get a Plan B.” She said softly, cupping his face and kissing him.
“You not gon’ make me pay for another nigga’s mistake forever, right?” He asked, pressing his forehead against hers, still catching his breath.
“What you mean, baby?”
“When you gon’ let me nut peacefully in my pussy and give you my baby?
I ain’t getting no younger. I wanna add to us.
I’m not saying today, tomorrow, or even next month.
I respect your body and your choices. But I don’t want to wait too long either.
Compromise with a nigga. I ain’t him. I’mma handle my business and take care of y’all. ”
Nivéa blushed. “Give me three years.”
“Aight,” Crown replied. He didn’t ask for an explanation, but he planned to hold her to it.