Kupid Love
kupid love
. . .
I know I sworn off niggas for a while, but that damn Crown Heart was making it so hard for me. He was that stupid ass nigga, but he was funny, too. I couldn’t not laugh at his ass when he was harassing me about being his. I wasn’t taking Crown seriously. He was a nigga. You can’t take them seriously.
Never had I ever mixed business with pleasure either. That nigga signed my damn checks. He was just so unprofessional trying to pursue me. Hanging my employment over my head if I didn’t do this or that was childish as fuck, and Crown knew it. A small part of me thought it was cute. A small part of me liked the fact that Crown was pursuing me.
My eyes wouldn’t leave him in the mirror. They were stuck on Crown.
“Look how good we look together,” he said. Crown took a step forward. Now, his hard body was up against my back. His dick pressed up against the top of my back. I squinted, and he grinned, exposing every diamond in his mouth. But did I move? No. My body heated, and my panties were now damp.
“Too bad we’re not going to be together,” I wittily replied.
“Then why you ain’t move yet? You feel my shit. That’s some pressure you can’t ignore.”
I elbowed Crown in his chest because I hated that he was right. You couldn’t ignore the weight and length of his dick when pressed against you. You were going to know that it was there.
Crown bit down on his lips while gazing at me. He was cute, fine, sexy, handsome… I just really felt myself giving in. It was like my soul was slowly leaving my body and spreading out on the bed with her legs open, waiting for Crown. Just going against everything I didn’t want to do.
He leaned forward, and his lips almost touched my ear. His breath tickled. My feet were still planted and not moving. When Crown started to rap, I caught chills, and my knees buckled. Gently, he wrapped an arm around me to hold me up, pressing his front harder into my back. I could have thrown my flag in right there. It wasn’t just any song he was rapping lyrics from his song, A Rapper’s Freak. It was the nastiest shit ever.
I felt his arm slip away, and he backed up. Instantly, my body missed him. Crown stroked his chin and licked his lips.
“We gotta get up outta here so we can party with the Bahamians.” Crown did a little one-two step, bringing me to giggle. “And aye…” I stopped laughing. “Don’t get drunk. I want you to be a willing participant in what Ima do to you tonight.”
This time, I didn’t have a rebuttal or a witty comeback. My soul won.
I danced on Crown all night when he wasn’t taking pictures or signing autographs. He should be blind right now from all the flashes from the phones. Crown didn’t turn anyone away, either. Those rumors about him being this rude nigga wasn’t true at all.
The DJ slowed it down. Because of his name, Crown managed to get a section to ourselves that was in a dark corner. He sat back with low eyes, and his legs parted. I don’t know what got into me, but I felt brave and bold. Snapping my fingers and swaying my body, I danced toward him as I attempted to sing the song. I guess I was doing an alright job since a smile was spread on Crown’s lips.
“You showin’ out, ain’t you?” Crown licked his lips, and the throbbing between my thighs began.
Turning with my back to him, I placed my hands on his thighs and dipped down slowly. We’ve had drinks, but I wasn’t drunk. A little tipsy was all. I knew exactly what I was doing. His hands gripped my sides when I came back up. We’d been in the club for at least two hours now, and I think it was time for us to go.
“I’m ready to leave!” I pivoted and called out over the music. Crown’s brows rose, and I nibbled my top lip. I backed up as he stood.
Crown grabbed my hand and led me through the heavy throng. Pictures of us were being taken all night, and the blogs would eat it up. I didn’t care about any of that right now. I was horny. Tomorrow, I will deal with the shit.
The waves of the ocean were light as we walked along the beach toward the townhouse. Stopping, I removed my sandals. The grainy sand was soothing, and the crashing of the waves was calming. The dark sky with specs of stars was even beautiful. Everything about this night was beautiful.
Looking out at the water, I got an idea.
“Let’s go in!” I tugged Crown, but he didn’t budge.
“Go in where?”
I pointed at the water and said, “The water, duh! Let’s go change and go in.”
“It’s dark out. We can’t see no sharks ‘n shit at this time, love. You crazy.”
Stopping, I tossed my shoes down and began to peel out of my clothes. Crown eyes stretched along with the corners of his mouth. It had to be the little alcohol I had because no way would I be this bold. I was down to my black bra and panties when I placed my hands on my hips.
“Call me crazy then. I’m going in.”
Turning, I took off running toward the water. There wasn’t anyone on the beach right now but us. As I jogged like I was Pamela Anderson in Baywatch, I saw Crown stripping out of his clothes. With a huge grin on my face, I stepped into the cold… very fucking cold water. I yelped as a wave pulled me into the water further.
“Gah damn!” Crown spat. “You would want to do this shit while the sun is down. We both gon’ catch Pneumonia.”
I giggled. “We’ll be fine.”
Crown came over to where I was and scooped me up. My legs wrapped around his waist like a magnet. With me in my panties and him in his boxer briefs, and they were both soaked, I could feel his large member poking at my middle. Crown moved the hair that was stuck to my face.
“Beautiful ass.”
“Stop hyping me up.” I looked up at him, and when I did, Crown’s mouth crashed against mine.
My eyes fluttered close as I invited his tongue into my mouth. My hands held the back of his head when the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. I moaned out when I felt him growing between my legs. This would be one night and one night only , I said in my head. What happens in the Bahamas stays in the Bahamas.
The throbbing between my legs was now unbearable. It couldn’t wait until we made it back to the room. I needed Crown to put this fire out right now.
“Crown,” I cooed between kisses.
“Hmm?”
“Put it in,” I whispered.
“I ain’t… we don’t have a rubber, love.”
Shit.
He was right, and the last thing I wanted to hear was that I got pregnant by a rapper on purpose just to up my lifestyle. That’s precisely what the blogs would say, and his fans would think. I’d be all kinds of slut and wouldn’t hear the end of it. They’ll drag and turn me every which way but loose. I’m already knowing.
But damn.
This fire was still lit.
Grabbing Crown’s neck, I began to suck on it slowly and grind my pussy against his hardness.
“Fuck,” he groaned out. “You’re making it really hard, Miss Love.”
With me still connected to his body, Crown walked back to shore. He slipped his Amiri shirt over my head, and it stopped right under the cuff of my cheeks. Crown pulled his jeans on, grabbed the rest of our clothes and shoes, and we began walking back to the townhouse.
While on the way back, I wondered if his dick was big for no reason. I wondered if his stroke game was terrible. I wondered if Crown ate pussy and if he did it well, and I’m not talking about no cat licks, either. I wondered if I should suck his dick tonight. Every thought I could think of came to the forefront until we entered the townhouse. Now my ass was scared, but I wasn’t backing out. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I didn’t handle this ache.
Crown didn’t put me down until we returned to the townhouse. I went to start a shower for myself while Crown decided he needed to smoke. I had time to rethink my actions under the hot water.
“You’re grown, Kupid. Having sex with him does not define you. It’s one time. No one will know.” I said all of that out loud to myself.
My mouth shut when I heard the bathroom door open. I froze with the loofa to my body. The shower door was clear; therefore, Crown could clearly see me in this awkward moment. I couldn’t see him like he could see me—just the outline of his body, and it was coming closer. The door slid open, and I was shocked to see Crown naked. My eyes automatically dragged his chiseled body down to his third leg.
Crown closed the door behind him. His eyes were so low they appeared closed. Here I was, ass naked, in front of the man who hired me to work for him. This shower had two heads, one above the other, so two people could shower together without being on top of one another or in the way of the other.
When Crown didn’t say anything, my forehead crinkled. He just passed me and started pouring his body wash on his towel. My heart dropped. I had hyped myself into going through with having sex with Crown, and now his ass was ignoring me. Turning back around, I quickly began to wash off to get away from him.
As I was rinsing off, I felt him press against me, his dick knocking at my back since he was much taller than me. I nibbled on my bottom lip.
“Change your mind?” he asked. I shook my head. “Turn around.”
I obliged. Crown didn’t move. He licked his lips while roaming his eyes over me. I was very confident that I looked good with my perky breasts and blemish free skin. I had gotten a few days before he announced the trip. Still, I wasn’t sure what was going through Crown’s mind as he looked me over until he said?—
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Kupid.”
I blushed under his gaze. Crown lifted me up and began to tongue me down; his hard dick was right there between my legs. Crown turned and pressed my back against the wall. He held me up as his hand began to roam my body. He groped my breasts and tweaked my hard nipples, causing me to whimper. His mouth was on my neck and my ear. I would turn into a psych patient if I didn’t have this man inside of me in the next couple of seconds. When Crown’s hand slithered between my legs, I think I stopped breathing.
His fingers circled my sensitive bud, causing my head to fall back slightly and me to bite down harder on my lip to keep the moans at bay. Crown spread my folds, and a finger slipped in. He moaned a low growl. His finger was removed and replaced by his?—
“Fuuuuuck,” we moaned out in unison.
My nails dug into his back as Crown remained still. He was stretching me out. Shawn or no other man I’d been with had ever filled me up as Crown did. It was slightly painful, but I knew the pleasure would soon come.
“You aight?” he asked, then nibbled my ear.
I whimpered out a “Yes.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he dipped the tip of his tongue in my ear.
In slow strokes, Crown finally began to move. The strokes were slow, yet he pushed in deeper and deeper. Behind, Crown parted my cheeks. He went deeper, hitting a spot that I don’t think I’ve ever hit before, not even through masturbation.
“Crooown,” I gasped. “Oh eeeeem geeeee!”
“Can I go faster?” Crown quizzed.
“Yes!”
The way he asked me before he did anything to me was sweet. It’s like he didn’t want to hurt me, but I wanted this nigga to break my back in. I wanted the works, not the bare minimum. In the morning, I wanted to be walking crooked with a bit of pep in my step. I wanted that good, sore pain between my legs, reminding me of the damage he’d done.
Looking me dead in my eyes, Crown began pounding my pussy. If this is what they called demon time , I wanted it.
His long eyelashes fluttered as his lips parted. Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled him to me and sucked his bottom lip. He groaned between our mouths as he continued to drill me. The shower door fogged up, and the water continued falling on us, but we didn’t care.
“Pussy so tight,” he exhaled. Crown deepened the kiss, and I welcomed it.
“Shit!” I cried out when my stomach clenched. My legs began to quiver uncontrollably.
“You finna cum, baby?”
I couldn’t say shit. Not even a whimper. Crown was knocking everything loose inside of me. He returned to a slow stroke, and I looked up at him. He was smiling, diamonds still in his mouth.
“I ain’t want you to cum yet,” he told me, pecking my lips. “Matter of fact…” Crown reached between us and pulled himself out of me. I looked at him with confusion and he chuckled. “Lemme take you to the bed so I can show you my full potential.”
He placed me on my feet and then reached to turn the water off. Crown slid the door back and grabbed my towel for me. His dick was still coasted with my cream, and he didn’t seem to mind as it swung from side to side. We stepped out and he wrapped my towel around me and then his around his waist.
My pussy was throbbing while my juices ran down my inner thighs, causing them to become sticky. Crown removed my towel and gently began drying me off. Meanwhile, he was still on hard. The tent under the towel told me that much.
After we were dry, Crown led me to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed while he navigated over to his suitcase. I watched him pull out a gold wrapper and tear it with his teeth, his eyes trained on me.
“So, you had this planned?” I kidded, rearing my head back.
“Nah, I just stay prepared. I always bring my own shit just in case someone has plans to trap me.” He shrugged one shoulder.
Leaning back in all my naked glory, I said, “Well, you know I’m not trying to do that. This was your idea. Are you trying to trap me?” I held my hand out. “Lemme check the condom for holes.”
Crown snickered as he slid the rubbed on his dick.
“Trust, Ima give you some babies, babe. Just not right now.”