“I was here, then I had some business to handle real quick. Now I’m back, baby. Smoky headed home to take his aunt to the doctor right after we finished. D didn’t go with us. I wouldn’t let him go for this, so I don’t know where the fuck that nigga ran off to. He was still here when I left, though.” Crown assured her, and he was telling the truth, but he could tell how that sounded.
“You would never lie and mess around on me, right, baby?” Nivéa questioned, her heart racing.
Crown locked eyes with her, so she knew his words were real.
“Never. I worship the ground you walk on. This ain’t that. I ain’t him. I’d never cheat on you. Only thang I’m playin’ wit’ is this pearl.”
She snickered, her nerves slowly calming as he rubbed on her clit. “Mm, okay.”
“You believe me?”
“Every word.”
Nivéa swallowed hard, lifting her hands to his vest and squeezing. She was insecure, but was trying not to let her past dictate her present and future. Still, she couldn’t help feeling anxious when Crown said one thing and she discovered another.
Crown gripped the back of her hair, whispering against her forehead,
“You the only woman for me. The only one I need. The only one I see. That’s why I married you.”
“I believe you.”
Nivéa clung to him, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. Was it her past haunting her, or the weight of her pregnancy? Either way, she was undeniably in her feelings. She pulled Crown’s bottom lip into her mouth, suckling gently as his fingers slid her g-string to the side, then entered her. Sparks flew between them. It amazed her how, despite living together and having just seen him that morning, she felt an overwhelming longing for him.
“What I told you about wearing these when I’m not around?” He mumbled.
“Honestly, it slipped my mind, baby. I was running late this morning and had to rush, remember?”
“Nah, I don’t recall that, but I definitely remember what the fuck I told you.” Crown faked a scowl as he added another finger inside her; he could never truly be mad at her.
Nivéa gasped, arching her back as she began to move her hips in rhythm with his. Crown leaned in, whispering sweet things in her ear…how much he loved her pretty ass, adored her, and how sorry he was for any misunderstandings. He had a gift for calming her mind while igniting her body. As he found her g-spot, he pressed just right, driving her crazy.
Then, without missing a beat, Crown dropped to his knees, sliding her thong off and zeroing in on her clit. He wasdetermined to make shit up to her, no matter what. If his words couldn’t do the trick, his tongue would. And he could bet everything on that.
With a hunger that spoke volumes, Crown devoured Nivéa’s pussy, licking and sucking until her legs trembled and she came hard. His skills were out of this world; the kind of man who ate for his own pleasure. He ate the hidden attitude and disappointment right out of her on that desk.
“Since the shit slipped your mind, I’ma slip inside you and remind you of what the fuck happens when you don’t listen.”
Crown pulled his pistol from his waist, aiming to set it on the desk. But Nivéa caught his hand, lifting it to her mouth. She planted soft kisses along his tattooed fingers, teasingly trailing down to the gun. With deliberate slowness, she slid the tip into her mouth, sucking on it as if it were his dick, enticing him.
And he smirked devilishly, loving when she dropped that good girl act, and walked on the wild side with him. “Fuck. Turn around, baby.” He urged, his hard dick aching and ready to explode like a missile.
Nivéa was playing with fire, and a nigga like Crown was known for extinguishing flames…when he wasn’t starting one himself.
With a swift motion, Crown positioned her over the desk with one hand while the other slid down his jeans and boxers. His long, thick dick sprang free, bouncing against her cheeks, and he marveled at the beautiful contrast between their skin tones. Biting down on his bottom lip, he pressed the tip inside her, teasing them both as he slowly began to fuck her just like that.
He kept at it for a while, then switched things up when neither could take the teasing any longer. Gripping her hips, Crown pulled her back to take all his dick, and her juicessmothered him. He could see it, feel it, smell it…everything about the moment was intoxicating.
“Ahhhhh, Ahmad, babyyyy.” Nivéa cried out from the impact, her voice echoing through the office as the sensation overwhelmed her. Embarrassed, she bit her lip in a desperate attempt to muffle her moans.
“Hell nah, let me hear you, baby.” Crown said, smacking her ass hard.
One thing about Crown was that he was going to get his, and he didn’t give a fuck where they were when he got it. He and Nivéa couldn’t keep their hands off each other for long. Their relationship had started with him deep in her guts, and he had no plans of slowing down and changing that. One of his love languages was pussy…herpussy. It was what it was.
“I…I don’t want them to hear m—”
Another sharp slap echoed, and Nivéa couldn’t hold back anymore. By the time the next stroke landed, she was moaning freely, her voice quivering with abandon.
“Fuck them niggas and whoever else. I run this shit. It’s you and me. Just focus on us. That’s all that matters.”
