“Ahhhhhh,” Nivéa cried out, working her hips and throwing it back at him.
“Good ass pussy. Look at how it grips my dick. And you think I’d risk losing this by cheating? You crazier than me if you think some shit like that, ma.”
“Mmmmmmm,”
“This shit mine. I ain’t going no where. You ain’t never going no fuckin’ where. Kill the shit out of a nigga over you, baby.”
“I know… shit, I know.”
“Then why you trippin’ with me, hm?” Crown slowed down but kept that tension thick, grinding deep into her. With his legs bent, he was hitting all the right spots.
“I’m just tryna handle my business, putting these fuck niggas in their place. That’s all.”
“Ohhhh, Godddd.”
“I love you and only you, Niv. Loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. Loved you before I even knew how to say it.”
“I love you too, Ahmad.”
“We celebrating next week, ma. Our marriage. Our unborn. Our family.” Crown pulled her back into the moment, wiping away any doubts or fears swirling in her mind.
“Y…yes.” Nivéa moaned, her head spinning, pussy squirting all around him.
“Fuckkkkk, look at that.” Crown said, delivering another sharp slap to her cheek, amazed at how her pussy responded to him.
At the feeling of her warm release enveloping his dick, and her ass clapping against him, his eyes rolled back. He picked up his pace, slamming into her with raw force, and in seconds, he was filling her up.
“Shit,” he grunted, pulling out and falling into the chair, trying to catch his breath.
Not done with him yet, Nivéa turned around, dropping to her knees between his legs. She kissed her way along his shaft until his dick stirred back to life. She then took Crown into her mouth, embracing her submissive nature. Nivéa was the kind of woman who loved fiercely, always following her man’s lead. Locking eyes with him, she sucked slowly, wanting him to feel the depth of her love and dedication to their marriage, hoping he’d always reciprocate those feelings.
Crown stared back, his eyes reflecting a promise he couldn’t vocalize, his groans speaking volumes instead. As his toes began to curl, Nivéa paused, placing her mouth on his lips. They shared a sloppy, passionate kiss as he reached down and gripped her ass. Crown massaged her cheeks, slapped one, and then slid hismiddle finger inside her hole. Moaning against his lips, Nivéa rocked back and forth for a moment before standing up and sinking down onto his dick. She rode him hard until they both came again.
When they finished round two of their lovemaking, Nivéa settled on Crown’s lap. Quietly, they ate, enveloped in bliss. Just as she knew he would, he devoured his plate, leaving nothing behind. She smiled, turning to face him and caressing his big arms.
“Sup, baby? What you need from me?” Crown asked, his eyes low and relaxed.
Full and high off both nuts he busted, he was ready to head home, shower, and sink into bed to sleep the night away, then wake up to tackle this thing called life all over again with her.
“Nothing,” Nivéa blushed, feeling a bit corny. But she couldn’t help it; she loved when he asked her that. “Nothing right now, at least.”
Crown chuckled, finding her cute.
“What you laughing at?” She asked, but soon joined him in laughter. He didn’t smile much, but when he did, it was infectious.
“You,” Crown said, cupping her chin and strumming her bottom lip with the tip of his thumb.
“What about me?”
“You high off food and this dick. It’s all in your eyes.”
Nivéa laughed harder. “Look who’s talking. You high off this pussy, nigga.”
“Facts,” Crown leaned in and kissed her.
When their lips disconnected, he pressed his forehead against hers, his heart swelling in his chest. He had never felt no shit like this before in his life. It was beautiful. It was special to him. Their smiles faded, and the vibe shifted as their expressionsturned serious. The weight of their love radiated between them like a powerful current.
In that moment, everything outside faded away, and it was just the two of them, fully aware of the bond they shared…a connection that felt both unbreakable and fragile, at times.
