Crown Heart
crown heart
. . .
City to city, Kupid was right by my side. I was falling in love with this woman. She fit right in, too. She and AD cracked jokes; even Trae was looking at her as Lil Sis. Of course, Nisha took her away from me every chance she could. They were enjoying her being around, just like I was.
The tour bus stopped at a convenience store to gas up, and Kupid wanted snacks. We climbed off the bus, and I picked her up. Her arms circled my neck.
“Y’all make me sick,” Trae chortled.
“Shit, they make me miss my ole lady,” AD said. He opened the door and held it for me and Kupid. I placed her down, and she walked around the store, picking up all kinds of candy and snacks.
“Ass gon’ end up pregnant before the tour over,” I heard AD joke to Kupid, who only laughed and mushed his head. She had to jump to mush AD’s head, which made it humorous.
I paid for everyone’s snacks, drinks, and our cigars so we could roll up. Once we were back on the bus, we headed to the next city. I’d talked to my parents earlier. They were back home, and my mama wanted me to bring Kupid to see her. She had a thing where she said she’d know who my wife would be whenever she came across her. She wanted to see if Kupid was the one. Even if she didn’t have that feeling when I did bring Kupid around her, I knew. I knew Kupid was the one. I knew she was my forever. My end game.
We were now in Miami. The last stop on my Heart tour. Jania invited me out since I was in her city, but I had to make it clear to her that we were done business-wise. If she couldn’t respect my relationship, we ain’t have shit to talk about, and I let Nisha know to decline anything from Jania and her people.
Since it was the last concert on the Heart tour, I had a surprise for Kupid, and if Jania weren’t aware of how serious I was about Kupid, she would know tonight. We’d gotten so close in the two weeks that I knew that I didn’t want anyone else but Kupid. She didn’t complain about being on the road wit’ a nigga. Kupid really brought a nigga peace.
After sound check, we spent time on the beach with AD nearby and his girl who flew in this morning. I was sitting on a towel under an umbrella while Kupid and Felicia, AD’s girl, went out in the water. They instantly clicked. Nisha would have joined them, but she was out handling business for the surprise I had for Kupid.
The sun was draining a nigga. Miami was scorching hot, but it was nothing to see a smile on Kupid’s face. She was out there in the water enjoying herself in that tiny ass cheetah-print bikini. I always kept my eyes on her, making sure niggas didn’t approach her.
Another thirty minutes passed, and she and Felicia were walking out of the water.
“Whew, it’s so hot! The water felt good, bae. Now we hungry.” Kupid sat right down on my dick like the nasty freak she was. This morning, I woke up to her sucking my dick, and we went at it all over the penthouse suite. If Kupid didn’t stop playin’ wit’ me like that; I was sure she was gon’ end up pregnant before the tour ended.
We packed up and headed to the hotel so we could shower and dress to eat, and then my ass was taking a nap with my woman before hitting the stage tonight. Fleming’s Prime Steakhouse then she jumped up on the counter to eat it. Kupid had on a little black skirt that puffed out with a black and red tour shirt tied up in the front. On her feet were black Fendi boots. After making sure the door was locked, I stepped in between her legs. Kupid fed me a grape. Chewing, I pulled my dick out of my shorts. Her eyes lit up. Kupid lifted, allowing me to pull her skirt up. Sliding a hand under her skirt, I pushed her panties to the side.
Kupid grabbed my face and sucked my bottom lip in her mouth. She knew I loved that shit. I pushed inside of Kupid, and she gasped.
“Mmm,” I moaned into her mouth. “Fuck you got me sounding like a bitch. Pussy so warm and wet.”
I began working my hips, moving them in circles, stirring her insides. Kupid opened her legs further apart, allowing me more access to her. Gritting my teeth, I began to pound the fuck out of my pussy.
“Shit, I love you,” I whispered in her ear after she let go of my lip. “I love the fuck out of you, Kupid.” When I peered up at her, tears were falling from her eyes. I kissed them away. “You better be cryin’ ‘cause this dick good.”
She chuckled, which was followed by a moan after I grabbed her legs up into the crook of my arms and slid her body down while still buried deep. Rubbing her swollen, sensitive bud, I fucked Kupid just like that until she was squirting on my abdomen. We had about thirty minutes before showtime.
“Crown,” she moaned out.
“You love me, baby?” I asked, reaching down and wrapping my hand around Kupid’s neck. She licked her lips as she lustfully stared back at me.
Kupid nodded. “Yes. I love you.”
“Fuck.” My dick twitched as my body began convulsing, causing me to whimper. Just hearing Kupid say that shit back made me cum.
My forehead touched hers, and I stilled while inside of her, both of us trying to catch our breaths.
“We gotta clean up,” she whispered. I nodded, but my eyes closed. “Crown.”
“Hmm?”
“Baby, pull out. We both need to change clothes. I’m a mess, and I was so cute.” Kupid pouted.
Pulling out, I tucked my flaccid dick back in my shorts. “You look cute in anything. We have an extra top, and you have bottoms in the suitcase. You got those cut-up shorts. Rock those.”
I texted Nisha to have a makeup artist on standby for Kupid in twenty minutes, then grabbed Kupid’s hand, taking her to the bathroom attached to the dressing room so we could clean up.
“Miiiiammmii!” I hollered in the mic. My fans screamed. “Y’all really fuck wit’ a nigga, huh?”
Wiping my forehead with a towel, I tossed it into the crowd. Females fought for it.
“Drop the beat, DJ!”
I moved around the stage, rapping and jumping around. My fans screamed my lyrics out, and that shit never got old to me. This life was a dream come true, and now that I have found the woman that was for me, life has become even better.
When the song ended, the beat for Queen of My Heart dropped. I motioned for Kupid to come on stage with me. As she walked, photos that we took together on my phone and some that I had caught her off guard in the Bahamas and the days leading up to today. Kupid covered her mouth as she slowly walked up the steps with AD assisting her.
“You know I have to show the world the queen of my heart. Y’all meet my lady, Kupid Love. Show her some love!”
The crowd screamed and clapped, and I began rapping the lyrics. This was the ending to all my shows, but I had to show my love how much I enjoyed having her in my life.
“I love this woman, man.”
Kupid mouthed, “I love you, too.” She blew me a kiss. I caught it and placed the hand over my heart. Crown loved that shit.
A few hours later…
Lying in bed with Kupid after we all partied in a strip club after the show was the best way to end the night. We were both drunk, and that only intensified the lovemaking. She now lay on my chest, us both in our robes.
“Crown?” Kupid slurred, causing me to snicker.
“Yeah, love?”
“Do you think we will be forever? Like, will we grow old together?”
I flinched at her words because it sounded like she was doubting us.
“Hell yeah. Do you think that?” I asked, wondering where she was going with this.
Kupid didn’t reply for a moment. She had me conflicted. My chin touched my chest as I checked to see if she had fallen asleep.
“I…I have faith that we will. We can never predict the future, but I have faith that when you tell me that you love me, you mean it,” she finally spoke. Kupid wrapped her arms tighter around my waist.
“We forever, Kupid. I mean,” I licked my lips, “we may have our lil’ arguments or whatnot, but nothing too bad where we stop lovin’ one another. You got my heart.”
“And you have mine,” she exhaled before I heard her snoring.
I hope she remembers this conversation when she woke up in the morning. I meant everything I fuckin’ said. Kupid Love had my damn heart.