Crown Heart
crown heart
. . .
Kupid rolled her eyes, but I was serious. This is what I needed. She was what I needed. The industry that I was in was fast-paced, and she was the calm that I needed in my life. We didn’t know much about one another, but I felt her peace as soon as I sat down across from her, and that’s why I decided to have her work from my home—to be closer to her.
Kupid face was balled up.
“What do you think this is, Crown? This is just for tonight, and we won’t talk about it when we leave the Bahamas.”
I snorted through a chuckle and said, “Okay.”
I don’t know what Kupid thought this thinking, but this wasn’t a hit-it-and-quit-it situation. Not this time. I’m not joking about having children, so I don’t have any kids now. Did I want any? Definitely, but I’m not going to just shoot up in any woman, either. Most women see money and want that forever luxury treatment without trying to get it themselves. They wanted a quick come-up, but I wasn’t their way up.
“Scoot up the bed.” I motioned Kupid to move up with my hand. As much as I wanted to stick my dick back into her warm center, I wanted to taste her.
Kupid did as I asked, and I had to admire her body—thick thighs and full hips with a flat stomach. Her ass was nice and round. I couldn’t wait to hit that shit from the back.
“Spread your legs.”
Kupid slowly opened her legs, and that shit was so pretty. Not a hair in sight. Leaning down, I placed kisses on both Kupid’s inner thighs. She squirmed a little. I kissed her mound, and a light gasp escaped from her. I glanced up at her when I slithered my tongue between her silky folds and found her hardened bud. Flicking it once with my tongue had Kupid’s back lifting from the bed.
Kupid tasted fuckin’ good. I licked, sucked, and kissed her pussy, causing her to whimper loudly. Her hands pressed against my head, taking my nose deep inside her shit.
“Crown,” she hollered at the same time her body convulsed. I was letting up. I latched on to her clit as she rode that ride.
Once she was done, I repeated, bringing Kupid to orgasms back to back until she mushed my head back, telling me she couldn’t take any more. Standing to my full height, I grabbed Kupid by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She had a huge wet spot underneath her. There was extra linen in one of the closets.
“Why yo’ legs shakin’?” I chortled. Kupid didn’t answer. She just softly giggled.
Parting her legs, I stepped forward until I was poking at her soppy wet entrance. I could see Kupid swallow.
“How you want it?” I quizzed. I knew how I wanted to fuck Kupid, but I needed her to let me know what she could handle verbally.
“Um…” She giggled, “Slow first because I have to get used to your size. Then I want you to do what you want.”
My right brow rose. “Aight.”
Slowly, I pushed inside Kupid—just the tip only for now. I wanted to stay buried inside of her in the shower, but I had to stop. Her pussy was driving me crazy, and before I shot up the club, I’d stop myself.This time, a barrier was between us.
She bit down on her bottom lip and palmed her breasts. Reaching, I circled a hand around her throat while simultaneously pushing further inside of Kupid. She let out a low growl as I bit mine back.
“Fuck, Kupid,” I mumbled, peering down to watch me glide in and out of her. She was already coating the condom with her white cream. Her hands gripped my wrist, and I squeezed her neck tighter. Her body lifted, and she began to meet my thrusts. “Can I speed up and go deeper?”
Kupid nodded.
Pushing in deeper, I stilled for a moment before pulling back to leave just the tip in. I dove back in deeper until my nuts were tapping at her ass. Her nails dug into my wrist.
“Put yo’ hands down, love, and take all of this dick. You ain’t neva had a nigga that can hit that spot, huh?” I knew that for a fact the way Kupid’s eyes widened when I pushed further inside. I was probably reaching spots that ain’t never been touched.
Her hands dropped to her lower stomach. Pushing her legs further apart, I leaned forward and sucked on her bottom lip.
“Faster,” she whispered.
I smiled at hearing that. Gripping Kupid’s head, almost putting her in a damn headlock, I delivered long, powerful, deep strokes. Her nails were now digging into my back. It hurt, but whatever she needed to take what I was dishing, so be it.
“Crowwwwwn!”
“What, baby?”
Our sweaty skin slapped loudly in the quiet room. I wasn’t letting up any time soon unless she told me to stop.
“Fuck, baby. Your shit so fuckin’ good,” I told Kupid in her ear.
Pulling out, I flipped her onto her back and stood back on the floor. I pushed Kupid’s back down and gently held her braids while sliding back in. With one hand, I peeled a cheek back so I could get a good look at her pussy taking me in. It was a sight. The ripples of her ass as I thrust forward were what I loved to see. That and the way her pussy clenched around my dick.
Letting go of Kupid’s braids, I placed one foot onto the bed, gripped her waist, and went for what I knew. I began beating her shit with no remorse. The way her pussy grew wetter and wetter, I knew she had a damn water park. I slipped my dick out, and she proved me right. Liquid shot out, and once it stopped, I pushed back inside and did that shit over and over until I knew she was getting spent. My balls grew weighty. Placing kisses down her back, I pounded her until I was sending my seeds into the condom.
One time my ass. Before we left the Bahamas, I was burying my dick inside of Kupid a few more times. As she said, we ain’t have to talk about it when we touch back down in the U.S. At the end of the day, my mind was set up. Kupid was gon’ be mine regardless. The way her pussy hugged my dick every other night, Ima need that.
The birds chirping by one of the bedroom windows woke me out of my sleep. I wiped my eyes and turned to my left to see that Kupid wasn’t there. After we had showered after that fire sex session, we changed the sheets together, and she let me spoon her until we fell asleep, and it didn’t take us long. We both were spent.
Rolling over onto my back, I stretched and groaned. I listened for any sounds of Kupid, but I heard none.
“I know this girl ain’t leave after last night,” I uttered, throwing the tangled sheets off me and swinging my feet over the edge. My shoulders ached. That’s how I know I did what I needed to do last night. That was that good soreness.
I padded to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Back in the room, I picked my phone up and read the time. It was a little after noon. My eyes stretched. That damn pussy had my ass sleeping good. So good… I didn’t even feel Kupid getting out of bed.
When I reached the kitchen's entrance, she was leaning against the counter, spooning yogurt in her mouth while on FaceTime with someone. I didn’t want to overhear anything I wasn’t supposed to, so I made myself known.
I cleared my throat, and she almost jumped out of her skin. The spoon she had was now on the floor, along with some of the pink yogurt.
“Is that him? Is that my favorite raaappeeeer?” the woman on the iPad squealed excitedly.
“It bet not be no other nigga,” I spoke, winking at an embarrassed Kupid.
I leaned down, picked the spoon up, and took it to the sink. Grabbing another, I rinsed it off before handing it over to Kupid. I glanced at the iPad and noticed it was her friend that I’d flown out. I hit her with a chunk of my chin.
“They didn’t make breakfast this morning?” I asked, brushing up against Kupid’s ass as I walked past her.
She cleared her throat and replied, “No one was up to let them in.”
My brows rose as I quizzed, “What time did you wake up?”
“Around ten.”
Kupid was in a light pink athletic short set that showed off all her curves. Her pretty ass feet were in flip-flop sandals.
“Damn, why you ain’t wake me?” I licked my slips—slowly. I wouldn’t have minded waking up and sliding inside of her to start our day off right.
Kupid peered down at her iPad.
“I’ll call you later, Asia. It’s late on your end.”
“Giiirl, I’m awake now. I want to know why you ain’t wake him up either,” her friend replied with a smack of her lips.
“Bye, friend!” Kupid laughed and ended the video call. She turned to me. “She loves you so much, she’ll side with you instead of me. I made you a plate of waffles, eggs, and sausage. It’s in the microwave.”
Scratching my chin, that put a big ass grin on my face.
“Fucked you so good you had to get up and cook for a nigga?”
“Eh, it was mid,” Kupid replied with a giggle. Even she had to laugh because she knew that was bullshit.
Since my dick was twitching and she wanted to play. I spun her around and pushed her shorts down. Kupid yelped but didn’t tell me to stop. Her clothes pooled around her ankles. Pulling my dick out, I grabbed her around her waist to pull her toward me and make her lean over the counter. Spreading her cheeks apart, I slid inside and instantly moaned. We moaned in unison. Kupid was already wet.
“Shit! Shit! Fuck!” Kupid hollered as I wasted no time giving her short, deep strokes.
“You made me breakfast like you wanna be wifey or somn’. We can make that happen,” I told her breathlessly. “Just say the word, and I’ll get rings now.”
I thought you said this was one time, love. You gon’ take this dick every time?”
Surprisingly, Kupid responded with a moan and a bob of her head.
“Shit, you might as well be wifey ‘cause I’ll beat a nigga head in if he even thinks he has a chance of sliding in my pussy.”
“I’m finna cum, Crown. Fuuuck.” Kupid shuddered and exploded not too long after. After a couple more strokes, I’d pulled out and smeared my semen on her ass.
She turned and eyed me with a look of contentment.
“You know you said you wanted to marry a nigga,” I teased.
Kupid bent over to pick up her bottoms. When she rose back up, she cackled.
“Even good dick couldn’t make me do that. I was saying what I thought you’d want me to say. I told you, I’m good on you niggas.”
I pulled my shorts up and started heading to the room to get in the shower together. Kupid followed.
“You don’t think I could change yo’ mind?”
“Not. At. All.”
I snickered. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
On our last day on the island, I surprised Kupid on a quick jet ride to Nassau to do a little shopping. At first, Kupid refused the designer clothes I bought with my black card. We even landed at a jewelry store. I jokingly, but with a pinch of seriousness, told her to pick out her engagement ring.
One day.
I was so confident that winning her over wouldn’t take long. Kupid needed more from a nigga than a good stroke. She was a woman who wasn’t crazy about being wined and dined. Kupid needed a man . She wanted to feel secure in a relationship, and since that nigga fucked up her trust, it had to be a lot of action and less talking. I didn’t mind having to put in the work. Like I told her earlier, I was down for the challenge.
Kupid even allowed me to hold her hand when there weren’t many people around. I did catch a few people sneaking pictures. I hoped she wouldn’t crash behind the blogs that would get a hold of them. It wasn’t easy being in the spotlight. That’s why I needed a strong woman by my side who could keep her composure around paparazzi. Don’t get me wrong, I’d had to put a few muhfukas in their place in the past, and they tried to say I had a temper. Being all in my face, snapping pictures was a quick way to get me active on the yo’ ass.
Kupid limped slightly as she walked. After I teased her about it, I promised that when we returned to the townhouse, I’d put her in the jacuzzi tub we had yet to use. She didn’t want to go to dinner tonight, so I had a chef come to us instead. This woman had me doing shit that I didn’t think I’d be doing anytime soon. It was crazy how she came in and changed a nigga’s heart that quickly. Once I got Kupid, I just hope we don’t end how they do: Crash and burn on the Shade Room . Those were Rod Wave lyrics, and I felt that shit.