“I’m happy with just two, but if it isn’t a boy, then…”
“Then what?”
“Then yeah, we gotta try again in a couple of years. As long as I’m present and take care of y’all, I don’t see the issue.”
“‘Cause you ain’t gotta carry them or get cut, nigga.”
Crown nodded with a smirk. “Fair enough.” He wasn’t arguing with that.
Nivéa sat smiling from ear to ear, watching him with Nyla, and something in her made her say,
“But you know in the end, I’ll give you whatever. Just ‘cause you’re so good to me.”
“That’s how it should always be. ‘Cause I’ll give you the world.”
Nivéa blushed, staring him in the eyes. And as they shared a moment, Crown found something he never thought was possible for a man like him. Peace.
Two hours later, Crown finally got Nyla back to sleep after Nivéa breastfed her and changed her diaper.
After putting her in the nursery, he went and climbed back into bed. It was just him and his wife again. Nivéa already had her panties off and legs wide open to finish what they had started earlier. They were quickly learning that between his hectic schedule and a baby, moments alone didn’t come often. They had to seize them whenever they could.
Nivèa gasped as Crown rubbed the head of his dick at her opening. She couldn’t tell what made her yearn more, the teasing or his cologne filling the air she breathed. She inhaled deeply, tilting her head to kiss his neck. Her soft kisses quickly turned into hard sucks as he penetrated, pushing past her walls. She moaned at the feeling of his ten inches stretching her wide.
Pushing inside her, Crown took his time stroking, wanting to live in the moment but also be mindful of the life he had growing within her.
“Nivéa,” he called as her eyes fluttered in satisfaction.
Nivéa bit down on her bottom lip, gazing up at him. “Yeah, baby?” She answered, weakly.
“Nothin’. I just want yo’ pretty ass to look at me.”
Smiling faintly, Nivèa kept her eyes locked on Crown as he moved inside her. Her whole body was on fire. In missionary, he fucked her soul that night. Her juices soaked him and the sheets with each stroke. She was so caught up in their lovemaking that she couldn’t imagine ever growing tired of it. She promised herself they would never lose the spark in their marriage. She was far too fascinated by Crown for that…too willing to please him.
Reaching up, Nivéa massaged Crown’s arms, back, and then his ass, pressing down to let him know that it was okay to go even deeper. She even spread her legs wider for him.
“Promise me you’ll always love me, baby.” Nivéa’s stomach tightened as he took the bait and drilled into her.
“I promise.” Crown kissed her forehead, nose, and lips. “Promise you’ll never leave a nigga again.”
“I promise you.”
“You ain’t going nowhere?” He double checked, kissing her left hand.
“I ain’t ever going nowhere, Ahmad.”
At the sound of his name escaping her lips, fireworks exploded within Crown. He paused to massage her thighs, before lifting them over his shoulders and digging deeper. He aimed to express his love in every way possible, making sure Nivèa felt it in every moment.
Neither held back on their feelings. She cried out to him, making an ugly face, while he moaned against her lips, lost in emotion. Her pussy was so good it damn near brought tears to his eyes.
“I…I love you so much.” Nivéa cried out, her voice trembling with emotion as she came on him.
“I love you too, baby.” Crown filled her up in return, sealing the deal with a kiss to her forehead.
Chapter Three
The sound of motorcycles filled the streets as the Knights rolled through the back alleys of Sauvage Heights. Crown led the way, bringing his Harley to a stop in front of an abandoned building, and moments later, everyone’s engines went quiet. Crown swung his leg off his bike and removed his helmet. Smoky got off on his right, while Danger dismounted on his left.
Across the abandoned lot, Elijah Porter and a few of his henchmen waited. Crown scanned their faces, noting Elijah’s vitiligo. He stood at the front, dressed in a sharp dark pantsuit, relaxed yet locked in. Isaiah Porter stood beside him, mirroring his demeanor.
