Chapter Nineteen. #4
Crown sensed her yearning. With a swift motion, he switched from daddy mode to husband mode.
He shed his muscle shirt, shorts, and boxers before climbing onto the bed and lying over her.
His gaze locked onto hers as he lifted her hand, kissed it, then gently placed it against his chest, right over the ink of their wedding date.
He cherished this love. He cherished it more than anything else in his life.
What he felt for Nivéa existed in a realm of its own.
She had walked into his life and changed everything.
His own words had bitten him right in the ass.
Knights Over Everything. Nah. It was his wife over every fucking thing.
Only a couple months after meeting her at that boutique, they were married.
One kid. Another on the way. She had saved him, turning his house into a home.
With the fireplace crackling in the background, Crown lay there for a moment, lingering in awe of her.
His seed had only added to her glow, making her shine from head to toe.
His lips met hers as he reached over, grabbed the pillow, and slipped it beneath her hips.
He gently lifted her knees toward her chest, spreading her thighs wider for him.
Nivéa stayed quiet, following his lead. She knew better than to question him by now.
Crown had proven time and again that surrendering to him brought her unparalleled pleasure.
Angling himself high, he eased into her, allowing her walls to stretch and accommodate his girth.
Nivéa gasped, welcoming every inch, her breath stolen by the intensity.
Once he was fully inside, Crown began with slow, deliberate strokes, taking his time to warm her up. And it didn’t take long for Nivéa’s body to respond. The slick sounds of her arousal filled the room like a melody.
She moaned.
She creamed, then whimpered.
The shit was motivation. Reassurance. Crown was putting it down, and he knew it. He picked up the pace, delivering short, rapid thrusts that targeted her front wall. He wanted to give her something to truly cry about.
“Ohhhhh, shit!” Nivéa hit a high note as his pubic bone ground against her clit with each push. “Ahhhh, Ahmaddddd. T-that feels so goodddd.”
“Yeah?” Crown looked down at her, biting his bottom lip.
“Yes, baby.” Nivéa swore, reaching up to caress his beard.
Hell yeah, it felt good. This man knew exactly what he was doing. The pressure built rapidly and intensely. She tightened her grip around him, drawing him deeper into their rhythm. She owned this nigga and his dick, and she wanted him to understand that. She was possessive, too.
Still angled high, Crown eventually slowed to a stop, forcing himself not to nut. His chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The cat was applying pressure…murdering him. It should’ve been illegal to have pussy this good. Nivéa’s pussy had crack in it, he thought.
He remained still as she lifted her hips from the pillow and began to wind them in a slow, sultry circle, fucking him back.
Crown’s jaw tightened, and he briefly closed his eyes, fighting to keep himself composed.
The sensation was pure bliss, hypnotic enough to chip away at the control he was desperately trying to maintain.
Her soft cries echoed in his ears, only pulling him deeper into the haze.
“Ma, please. You gotta cut this shit out. Come on. It’s too soon.” Crown tapped her thigh, his voice strained…his dick ready to explode, already slick and leaking with precum.
“Aht, aht. Mmmmm…”
Nivéa was all over him. She could feel the tip of him pressing against her cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure she never wanted to end.
Shivers ran through her. Back and forth, her ass crashed against him as her pussy sucked him whole.
She chased the high Crown’s inches gave to her, seeing the moon and stars behind her eyelids.
Crown watched her closely. He could see how completely gone she was. He let her unravel…have her moment. “Damn, baby. Aight. Put that pussy on me then.”
“Uhhhh...” Nivéa put in that work, moving her hips like a seductive dancer.
“Ahhhh, fuckkk…”
They were both dazed, moaning uncontrollably without a care in the world.
Usually, Crown kept their sounds in check, but tonight, with the bedroom door closed and Nivéa beneath him…
riding his dick while on her back…he didn’t give a damn.
His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at her.
“Tell me what you want from me, ma.” He gripped her hips…him working her now.
“I…got everything. You’ve literally given me everything.” Nivéa responded as he gently strummed her abdomen with the tip of his fingers.
Their eyes met while he did so.
“Mmm…why you always do that?” She asked, curiously. “Massage my scar?”
“’Cause I adore it. It shows you brought my baby into this world.”
Nivéa stilled at his words, tears cascading down her cheeks as he stroked her. The way this man made her feel inside and out was something to be studied. His love knew no bounds. Crown loved Nyla more than her own biological father had.