Chapter Fourteen. #2
It wasn’t until his burner started vibrating back-to-back next to his guns that the peace was broken.
Nivéa just stared at him, shaking her head as she let out a little laugh.
She had to laugh to keep from fucking crying.
He had just left the streets. What else could they possibly need from her husband?
She needed him right now and didn’t want to have to leave… didn’t want him to have to leave her.
“Ignore it, ma. That’s what I’ma do.” Crown told her.
“I can’t. I don’t wanna be the reason something happens and you missed it. You brought it in for a reason.”
He just stared at her. Crown didn’t have a comeback for that. Anytime someone rang that phone, it usually meant something important. But he was trying to learn balance. He had a pregnant wife and a child he had to show up for and be present with, too.
Sighing, Nivéa leaned over and lifted his phone from the ground. But as she was about to hand it to him, she studied the screen, and her brows dipped low.
“Who is Anna?”
Crown glanced down at her hand, eyeing the screen. “Just someone who works for me, ma.” He told her with a shrug.
“Works for you?”
“Yeah. She gets shit done.”
The phone call ended and started again shortly after.
“Gets shit done like what exactly?”
“Jobs I can’t put my niggas on.” Crown licked his lips, staring into her worried eyes. “I can’t tell you the details, baby. Come on. You know that.”
“So, that’s why she’s calling you?”
The call ended again.
“That’s exactly why she’s calling. But I ain’t worried about that or anything else. The only thing I’m worried about is being with my wife. Put the phone down, baby. I’m with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Nivéa set his phone back down and released a sharp breath, telling herself it was his burner.
It wasn’t like a bitch was hittin’ his personal line, so she believed his story.
Boe had done her so wrong, had her so traumatized, that it was like she kept waiting for the moment when her marriage would blow up in her face.
She kept silently thinking to herself that Crown was either perfect or a good fucking liar.
This life he provided for her seemed too good to be true.
She had gone from struggling one day to being married to a millionaire the next.
“You the only woman I see, you know that?” Crown held her close by the waist, kissing her cheek. It was what he always reminded her whenever she was in doubt. “The only woman I need.”
“I hear you,” Nivéa said as his lips moved to the other side of her face, weakening her.
“Come on, baby. Kiss me back. Whatever’s in your head, let that shit go. It’s just you and me...forever. Fuck everybody else.”
Nivéa nodded, leaning in and kissing her way across his beard as she cupped his face.
When she reached his lips, Crown met her with a flick of his tongue, teasing her as he slid two fingers deep inside her.
When she tilted her head back, a moan escaped her lips, and he seized the moment to spit into her mouth.
Without complaint, she swallowed, riding his hand, then reclaimed his tongue.
The heat between them built rapidly, and before she knew it, Crown had his mouth on her breasts, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.
“Mmm, can we really do this? I don’t want them calling the co—”
“Shh. Fuck the cops, the mayor, and whoever else. I run this city. We can do whatever the fuck we want.”
As much as Nivéa hated to admit it, she was drawn to Crown’s bad side.
She had tried to keep it straight after her chaotic past, but damn, he made it nearly impossible to stay good.
From the ink on his skin to the grill shining in his mouth and the chains hanging around his neck, she was utterly captivated by the man before her.
It’s why she stood her ass in Vegas on a whim and said “I do” after only knowing him for a few months.
That swag of his was intoxicating. And the dick was even more captivating.
“Uhhhhhhh,” Nivéa cried out as soon as he slid her down his girth.
“Fuckkk. Who this pussy belong to?”
“You, baby. Ooooh, only you.”
“Fuckin’ right.” Crown snarled, curving his head to suck on her neck.
The louder Nivéa moaned, the harder he sucked, until he nearly broke her skin. Only when she winced did he release his hold and kiss her softly to make up for the pain.
“Sorry, ma. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Nivéa was in a trance.
Effortlessly, Crown lifted her from the water as he stepped further in off the steps, making sure to take one of his guns with him.
Nivéa was in awe of how he positioned her thighs around his shoulders and devoured her, gun still in hand.
She looked down at the water in the pool, then up at the waterfall he had just pressed her against.
“Oh—oh my god,” her body trembled as the water began to rain down on them.
Resting his gun on the foundation above, Crown never stopped eating her kitty.
He took his time, licking her clit feverishly before moving down to her lips, sucking them like ripe peaches.
Occasionally, he glanced up at the door, not for the workers; he couldn’t care less about them.
He’d paid good money to be left the fuck alone, but he stayed alert, just in case a nigga tried to catch him off guard.
They both moaned in unison as he spread Nivéa’s legs wider, pressing them against the wall of the waterfall, alternating between his nose and tongue inside her.
He feasted on her for what felt like an eternity.
She had no scent, which he adored, but a nigga like him craved her pheromones more.
He was determined to extract her hidden, distinct aroma from its secret place deep inside.
He was putting in that work to make it happen.
He was a true eater…had learned her body inside and out.
Nivéa shattered, cumming all over his face as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Her orgasm hit strong and hard, like a hurricane.
She barely had time to recover before Crown was moving her through the water again.
Her scent had turned him on so much that he had to be back inside her.
Standing on the steps, he turned her around and instructed her to grip her ankles.
With trembling legs, Nivéa obliged, and Crown eased into her, her warmth soaking him from base to tip.
“Damnnn, look at that shit.” Licking his lips, Crown pulled out of her. “Taste how gushy you get for me, baby.”
Nivéa turned around, sitting on the steps, taking him into her mouth as Crown gripped the back of her head.
She sucked him, slowly removing the coat of her essence.
Knowing what drove him wild, she paused to suck on his head before deep throating him while she massaged his sac.
Saliva poured from the sides of her mouth, cascading onto her breasts and mixing with her tears before sliding into the water.
“You look so fuckin’ pretty suckin’ this dick.” Crown’s stomach caved in as he thrust his hips, matching her intense rhythm. “Fuck, turn back around.”
Swallowing his precum, Nivéa obeyed, gripping her ankles.
Crown slid back into her warmth with one brutal thrust, burying every inch of himself inside her.
His head immediately fell back. His strokes were slow.
The pregnancy had him showing her mercy, yet they were still powerful and deep…
backshots that had her ass clapping and her breasts bouncing uncontrollably.
Again, they moaned together as Crown reached around to massage her clit. With furrowed brows, he lifted one of his long legs onto a higher step, bending even lower to hit her at an angle that made Nivéa scream his name, her pussy squirting in response.
“Shit. Oh, ba—by. Ahmadddddd. I—I’m cumming a—again.” She gasped.
“Me, too, ma.” Crown released, flooding her with his hot cum until it leaked out around him, flowing down her thighs.
And by the time they made it home, Kerri and Nyla were both knocked out, so Crown took Nivéa to their bedroom, locking the door behind them. He laid her on her back in bed, making love to her in missionary, their eyes locked together.
As he stroked, they reveled in the pleasure of one of the toys he’d bought her for their reception night. It was secured inside her backside, vibrating with each thrust he delivered to her front. Nivéa’s breath hitched as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
Crown’s gaze never shifted, filled with a mix of love and desire that made her heart race. “You the most beautiful woman I ever seen in my life.” He said, kissing the diamond ring he had placed on her hand.
“Awe, baby,” Nivéa replied. She was such a lover girl…a sucker for moments like this.
“That’s why when I saw you, I had to have you. Had to lock you down. Now look at you. Got my heart, my baby, and a ring. You my first love, Niv.”
A tear slipped from Nivéa’s eye as her body shook. His words, his strokes…everything he did sent shivers through her. Her pussy grew wetter around him, the sound of her arousal mixing with the vibrations of the toy, filling the bedroom with an intoxicating symphony.
Crown paused, kissing his way down her thigh until he reached her feet. He kissed her anklet, then sucked on her toes. She’d turned him into a straight lover boy.
“Don’t cry, baby.” Crown released her feet, kissing the tear from her cheek.
“I love you so much. I don’t give a fuck about what I thought I felt in the past. You my only true love, Ahmad.” Nivéa told him, clawing at his back, releasing every emotion she felt with him deep inside her
Feeling her words resonate in his soul, Crown cupped her ass to pull her even closer. He deepened his strokes, and before long, they were coming together again, even harder than before.
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