Chapter Six #2
And he smirked devilishly, loving when she dropped that good girl act, and walked on the wild side with him. “Fuck. Turn around, baby.” He urged, his hard dick aching and ready to explode like a missile.
Nivéa was playing with fire, and a nigga like Crown was known for extinguishing flames…when he wasn’t starting one himself.
With a swift motion, Crown positioned her over the desk with one hand while the other slid down his jeans and boxers.
His long, thick dick sprang free, bouncing against her cheeks, and he marveled at the beautiful contrast between their skin tones.
Biting down on his bottom lip, he pressed the tip inside her, teasing them both as he slowly began to fuck her just like that.
He kept at it for a while, then switched things up when neither could take the teasing any longer. Gripping her hips, Crown pulled her back to take all his dick, and her juices smothered him. He could see it, feel it, smell it…everything about the moment was intoxicating.
“Ahhhhh, Ahmad, babyyyy.” Nivéa cried out from the impact, her voice echoing through the office as the sensation overwhelmed her. Embarrassed, she bit her lip in a desperate attempt to muffle her moans.
“Hell nah, let me hear you, baby.” Crown said, smacking her ass hard.
One thing about Crown was that he was going to get his, and he didn’t give a fuck where they were when he got it.
He and Nivéa couldn’t keep their hands off each other for long.
Their relationship had started with him deep in her guts, and he had no plans of slowing down and changing that.
One of his love languages was pussy…her pussy. It was what it was.
“I…I don’t want them to hear m—”
Another sharp slap echoed, and Nivéa couldn’t hold back anymore. By the time the next stroke landed, she was moaning freely, her voice quivering with abandon.
“Fuck them niggas and whoever else. I run this shit. It’s you and me. Just focus on us. That’s all that matters.”
“Ahhhhhh,” Nivéa cried out, working her hips and throwing it back at him.
“Good ass pussy. Look at how it grips my dick. And you think I’d risk losing this by cheating? You crazier than me if you think some shit like that, ma.”
“Mmmmmmm,”
“This shit mine. I ain’t going no where. You ain’t never going no fuckin’ where. Kill the shit out of a nigga over you, baby.”
“I know… shit, I know.”
“Then why you trippin’ with me, hm?” Crown slowed down but kept that tension thick, grinding deep into her. With his legs bent, he was hitting all the right spots.
“I’m just tryna handle my business, putting these fuck niggas in their place. That’s all.”
“Ohhhh, Godddd.”
“I love you and only you, Niv. Loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. Loved you before I even knew how to say it.”
“I love you too, Ahmad.”
“We celebrating next week, ma. Our marriage. Our unborn. Our family.” Crown pulled her back into the moment, wiping away any doubts or fears swirling in her mind.
“Y…yes.” Nivéa moaned, her head spinning, pussy squirting all around him.
“Fuckkkkk, look at that.” Crown said, delivering another sharp slap to her cheek, amazed at how her pussy responded to him.
At the feeling of her warm release enveloping his dick, and her ass clapping against him, his eyes rolled back. He picked up his pace, slamming into her with raw force, and in seconds, he was filling her up.
“Shit,” he grunted, pulling out and falling into the chair, trying to catch his breath.
Not done with him yet, Nivéa turned around, dropping to her knees between his legs.
She kissed her way along his shaft until his dick stirred back to life.
She then took Crown into her mouth, embracing her submissive nature.
Nivéa was the kind of woman who loved fiercely, always following her man’s lead.
Locking eyes with him, she sucked slowly, wanting him to feel the depth of her love and dedication to their marriage, hoping he’d always reciprocate those feelings.
Crown stared back, his eyes reflecting a promise he couldn’t vocalize, his groans speaking volumes instead.
As his toes began to curl, Nivéa paused, placing her mouth on his lips.
They shared a sloppy, passionate kiss as he reached down and gripped her ass.
Crown massaged her cheeks, slapped one, and then slid his middle finger inside her hole.
Moaning against his lips, Nivéa rocked back and forth for a moment before standing up and sinking down onto his dick.
She rode him hard until they both came again.
When they finished round two of their lovemaking, Nivéa settled on Crown’s lap. Quietly, they ate, enveloped in bliss. Just as she knew he would, he devoured his plate, leaving nothing behind. She smiled, turning to face him and caressing his big arms.
“Sup, baby? What you need from me?” Crown asked, his eyes low and relaxed.
Full and high off both nuts he busted, he was ready to head home, shower, and sink into bed to sleep the night away, then wake up to tackle this thing called life all over again with her.
“Nothing,” Nivéa blushed, feeling a bit corny. But she couldn’t help it; she loved when he asked her that. “Nothing right now, at least.”
Crown chuckled, finding her cute.
“What you laughing at?” She asked, but soon joined him in laughter. He didn’t smile much, but when he did, it was infectious.
“You,” Crown said, cupping her chin and strumming her bottom lip with the tip of his thumb.
“What about me?”
“You high off food and this dick. It’s all in your eyes.”
Nivéa laughed harder. “Look who’s talking. You high off this pussy, nigga.”
“Facts,” Crown leaned in and kissed her.
When their lips disconnected, he pressed his forehead against hers, his heart swelling in his chest. He had never felt no shit like this before in his life.
It was beautiful. It was special to him.
Their smiles faded, and the vibe shifted as their expressions turned serious.
The weight of their love radiated between them like a powerful current.
In that moment, everything outside faded away, and it was just the two of them, fully aware of the bond they shared…a connection that felt both unbreakable and fragile, at times.
“I wanna pray with you…for you.” Nivéa said, unexpectedly.
Crown’s brows shot up in surprise; he hadn’t expected those words from her. The last time he heard them was from Kerri, when she prayed over them.
“Word?”
“Word.”
“Aight. Go ahead.”
Both closed their eyes and bowed their heads as she took his hands in hers.
“Father God, thank You for this man. Thank You for protecting him, loving him, and bringing him into my life when I needed him most. Please keep Your hand over him when he’s away from me.
Guard his mind, his heart, and every step he takes.
Give him wisdom when he has to make hard decisions and peace when the weight gets heavy.
And if he ever feels like he has to carry the world alone, remind him that he doesn’t.
He has You…and he has me. In Jesus’ name, amen. ”
“Amen,” Crown said in unison, opening his eyes with a full heart. This woman was leaving her mark on him one day at a time. “Damn, baby. You cold.” He added.
Nivéa laughed. “What can I say? I love you, so I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I love you, too.” He replied sincerely before shifting the direction of the conversation. “And I owe you an apology for making you feel some type of way. It’s time for another talk. Time to reach a new understanding.”
Nivéa nodded, her expression open. “I’m listening.”
“I’m sorry ‘bout the mishap earlier, but there’s a lot of dangerous shit that goes down in my world and I can’t explain details every time.
I don’t lie, but I keep certain things from you for your sanity and safety.
You need to learn to trust me. I know that’s a lot to ask after what that lame-ass nigga put you through. ”
“Most times, I do trust you. But sometimes…I wonder, what if? What if all this shit is smoke and mirrors? That’s all.”
“I get it. So, what you want from me? How can we meet in the middle?”
Nivéa shrugged, her insecurities showing. “I can’t promise I won’t ask questions when I feel like you’re hiding something, Ahmad. But if you just keep doing what you do, it helps. This helps. I’ll get better about it with time.”
“I ain’t got no problem with that. Whatever you need to feel secure. I don’t like to see you down. It makes a nigga’s soul uneasy.”
So in love with this man, Nivéa leaned in and kissed every inch of his beard while his hands found her stomach, massaging it gently.
“We’ve got our first doctor’s appointment in a few weeks. You excited?”
“Words can’t explain how I feel about this. Shit feels so good it nearly brings tears to my eyes, ma.”
Nivéa smiled at his vulnerability, appreciating the moment they shared.
After a beat, she turned to face forward in his lap, taking in the details of his office.
She noticed more photos on the walls, realizing Crown was in most of them at different stages of his life.
Slipping on his vest for warmth, she stood up to get a better look. These were of him posing with family.
“Damn. I take it this is your father and grandfather.”
“Yep,” Crown confirmed.
“You and D look just like them. Splitting image. That’s crazy. Your father looks like y’all older brother in this pic.”
“Yeah, we heard that a lot growing up.” Crown joined her by the wall. “Hendrix Knight had strong genes.”
“That he did. You were always handsome.”
“You think so?” He smirked.
“I know so. Goodness.” Nivéa said, admiring his hair and physique in his early 20’s. Low-cut Caesar with the deep waves, Crown had always been fine indeed.
“Who’s this?” She asked, pointing to a dark-skinned man, who stood next to his grandfather in another photo.
“That’s Prophet. Been around since before I was even thought of. My grandfather’s best friend. He’s family. You’ll meet him at the reception. He’s coming.”
“Okay, I can’t wait.”
Crown smirked, pulling her into his arms. He stood behind her, sharing stories about each photo…the ages, locations, and feelings from those times. He wanted her to know this part of his world, and was glad she finally wanted to be part of it.