Chapter Seventeen #3
Nivéa melted into him, kissing along his jaw, his cheeks, his neck, because she knew he meant every word. He’d proven that more than once. Just a month ago, Crown had put hands on more than a few niggas over her.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here.” He said, reaching into his pocket and dropping a bankroll onto the table for their waiter.
He was feeling too damn good that day.
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“I see my baby as I step inside.
She's staring at me with those bedroom eyes.
Honey sippin' on some Chardonnay.
The sex is even better when she's feeling that way.”
After all the rain, sunshine came. And Nivéa couldn’t be happier.
On her back, she watched intently as Crown’s eyes fluttered, his lips parting with a deep groan.
With deliberate strokes, she coaxed his erection as Love Scene played in the background.
And once he was as hard as stone, she guided him inside her, spreading her legs a little wider.
“Uhhh,” she moaned, feeling her walls constrict around him, fighting for every inch.
The intensity was as breathtaking as the first time he’d entered her.
Her face tightened in a mix of pleasure and strain as her nails grazed the nape of his neck and trailed down his back.
The ring on her left hand caught the dim candlelight, flickering softly with each movement, a reminder of the life they were building even in the middle of their passion.
“You feel good as fuck, ma.” Crown replied, pressing his lips against her ear. “Had to lock this shit down for life.”
Nivéa was in complete bliss as he began to kiss her face. They had just returned from the chapel, and he had given her what she desired the most… he had married her. She felt as though she was living in a fairytale. Crown had come into her life, sweeping her off her feet.
Crown moved in and out of her slowly, and just a few strokes had him ready to blow. It frustrated the hell out of him. Was he getting old and slippin’, or was her pussy just that fuckin’ good? With a deep breath, he pulled out, pausing for a heartbeat before plunging back in.
And this time was no different. Nivéa’s walls eagerly accepted and captivated him. He got lost in her, desperate to release, but he held it together, kissing her neck while trying to think of anything else.
Nivéa cried out, her hands pulling from the back of his head to her breasts. Her heart raced, heat coursing through her as he stroked her and she caressed her nipples. Her body reacted in ways that only fueled Crown’s desire.
He pulled out again, lowering himself between her thighs. He wasn’t about to rush and finish without fully satisfying her first. His face met her pussy, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue before he took it fully into his mouth, sucking on it like a ripe peach.
“Ohhhhh,” Nivéa gasped, her white-painted toes curling in the air as her back arched off the mattress.
“You like that shit?”
“I love it, baby. So much. You know just what to do.”
Crown didn’t stop there. He applied pressure, trailing down to her lips, giving them the same pleasure before easing his tongue inside her.
He thrust in and out skillfully, building the tension, then lowered himself, devouring her ass while locking eyes with her.
It wasn’t shit she couldn’t get out of him.
He was all in, ready to satisfy her every need.
Nivéa’s body convulsed, trembling as she came down his throat.
When her high subsided, Crown turned her around, allowing her to lie on her stomach.
With his chest pressed against her back, he reached around to grip her throat, stroking her deep and slow as his face met the side of hers.
Nivéa savored every drop, licking her juices off his lips and beard, which only intensified his need to cum. Their moans synced, filling the room.
“This shit don’t make no fuckin’ sense.” Crown mumbled, pausing to slap her ass, leaving a print. It was definitely her pussy that had him off his game.
He turned her around and hoisted her legs back over his shoulders, hoping that the constant switching would help him out and pause his nut. He wanted to make her cum again before he threw in the towel.
Nivéa smiled, capturing his bottom lip with her teeth. Then she kissed him slowly, caressing his face as she moved her hips in a circle, meeting him thrust for thrust. She wanted him to let go and release the tension.
But Crown was stubborn, still trying to hold on. He groaned, cursing under his breath as he yanked her hair out of the updo. Nivéa wasn’t fazed by his aggression. Locking eyes with him, she said,
“Don’t get mad at me, nigga. I never asked you to hold it.” She rubbed his arms, softening up. “I came for you. Cum for me. Show me just how good this pussy is to you, daddy.” She then planted the softest kiss on his cheek before licking it.
Crown's stomach tightened, brows furrowing. “Yo, what the fuck, baby,” he growled, picking up his pace. “That’s why yo’ ass pregnant now.”
“Mmhmm…” Nivéa said, feeling him deep inside her. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
Crown’s eyelids fluttered shut as each thrust sent heat through his body. A few strokes later, he finally released, holding her close as the moment overtook him. And it was the best ten minutes of Nivéa’s life.
A protector with good dick, heavy pockets, and a heart of gold, Crown was everything she had wanted and more in a man. Forgiving him had been a risk, but choosing him felt right. And she was ready to take on every high and every storm that came with being his wife, because to her, he was worth it.
The End.