Page 7 of Crown: Phase 3
“Since my wife’s best friend hopped on your radar.”
The two stared at one another, Danger’s wicked grin spreading wider as Crown lifted his finger, issuing a warning.
“I ain’t even on that type of time. I genuinely wanna get to know lil mama.”
“You ain’t never been genuine about shit when it comes to women, D.”
“Look who’s talking. Before you met Nivéa, you never gave a bitch much attention.”
“Maybe so, but none of ‘em could ever say I lied to them. That’s why I never had issues, unlike you.”
Danger put on his helmet, drifting down memory lane to all the chicks who’d caused him problems because he fed them lies and broken promises. One had even sliced the tires on his favorite bike. And she had better thank God she was a woman because if not, she would be six feet under.
“I ain’t saying you gotta marry her. Whatever y’all do is y’all business. But I am saying, come correct and be honest with her about your intentions, or don’t come at all.” Crown stepped closer, his tone serious.
“If you break her heart and cause issues between me and my wife, I’ma break yo’ jaw, muthafucka.”
Without a care in the world, Danger lifted his middle finger before revving the Harley and pulling off.
Crown watched until he disappeared around the corner of the street. Regardless of the response, he knew his brother heard him loud and clear. He closed the garage and made his way back inside and up the stairs.
Inside the restroom, Crown found Nivéa already preparing for their shower with music playing lowly. The moment the last guest left, she’d made a beeline for it. Crown followed suit,undressing as he walked. When he reached her, he finished the job, stripping her too.
“I thought them niggas would never leave.” He said.
“I know, right.” Nivéa replied, anxiously.
Crown knelt in front of her, sliding her panties down and waiting for her to step out of them. After she did, he planted a trail of soft kisses along the inside of her thighs before standing and pulling her shirt over her head. As he unclipped her bra, her heavy breasts fell free, and he couldn’t resist. He leaned in, taking her left nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it gently.
“Ahh, baby,” Nivéa cried out, tilting her head back as her hand massaged his thick waves.
Crown groaned at her reaction, shifting to her right nipple. There was something about seeing her so turned on that amplified his own arousal. His dick stood hard at attention between them.
Nivéa felt it poking against her, so she wrapped her hand around it, giving it the attention it craved. She began at its curve, then moved down to the base, tracing with slow, deliberate strokes. Visions of him last inside of her flooded her mind, and she jacked his dick from one end to the other. Not too slow, not too fast. It was the perfect pace.
Crown eyes closed in pure satisfaction as he pulled back from her titties. He buried his face into the side of her neck and moaned uncontrollably. Nivéa kissed the top of his head for comfort, still working him.
Crown had never been the type to cum just from touch, but damn, she was working pure magic on him. Each kiss, each stroke, pushed him closer to the edge. With heat rushing through him, he backed Nivéa against the wall, positioning her to sit on the bench. He dropped to his knees, lifting her legs and placing them over his shoulders.
“My baby…having my baby. Ain’t that some shit.” He voiced with emotion as he took the time to kiss her stomach before anything else.
“Yeah, I’m giving you your first baby.” Nivéa whispered, cupping his face and joining in on the intimacy.
Crown’s gaze stayed locked on hers as he moved down between her legs, lingering at her entrance for a moment. He just sat there, savoring her scent, his jaw tightening with each breath. Finally, succumbing to the urge, he licked and sucked every inch of her pussy. Her clit received the most attention because he knew what she liked. Tampering with it was like sucking her nipples…it drove her wild.
Sure enough, on the bench, Nivéa’s body began to convulse. She sucked in air when he paused from licking her clit to stealing her pussy lips with a tender urgency. He sucked both like his life depended on pleasing her. Crown was a grown-ass man…a seasoned man, and she loved the pleasure he gave. He knew exactly what to do, when to do it, and how to do it.
“I’m cummin’ baby.” Nivéa whimpered breathlessly, rotating her hips. “I’m cum—”
“I know, I can smell it.” Crown whispered, savoring every drop she offered.
When he finished, Crown rose, eager to carry Nivèa to the shower and make love to her against the floor-to-ceiling charcoal marble walls. But she stopped him, her hands wrapping around his length, stroking it as she gazed up at him with a sultry smile. She was still on an emotional high from him eating her as if she were his last meal on earth. And all she wanted to do was return the favor.
“What you gon’ do with him, hm?” Crown teased as he wrapped his hand around her throat.
Nivèa responded by taking his head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, licking and slurping with hunger.She licked her way down, working overtime to get her mouth slick enough to take him deeper. Her rhythm built as her jaws tightened, pulling him in further.
“Fuck, suck this muthafucka then, baby.” Crown growled.
