While looking her in the eyes, Danger latched onto her pearl. He sucked on it slowly before his tongue kicked into overdrive, licking it up and down feverishly. His entire body burned blue at the taste of her; he’d never done no shit like this before. Never did Danger eat a female’s pussy and not get nothing in return. He was too player for that. But Caresha had crept into his life and had him on some sucker shit. She could get whatever from him just because of how she made him feel.
Danger took his time with the pussy…letting his imagination run wild as he devoured her. He pictured himself deep inside ofher, and the vision caused him to lose his shit on her clit even more.
“Ohh…” Caresha’s lips parted, arching her back.
“You smell so fuckin’ good, baby.” Danger mumbled, his tongue gliding down to her pussy lips, spreading them as he suckled.
“This muthafucka mine now. Put all the fuck niggas on notice.” He hadn’t even been inside her yet, and he was ready to lay a nigga out over her.
Deprived for years, Caresha came quickly. His big, juicy lips worked magic on her. With her legs wide open, her chest rose and fell as her pussy flowed like a river. She was hyperventilating, barely able to speak. She’d never cum so hard in her life; her head was spinning. Maybe it was the long drought of intimacy, or maybe Danger was just that good. Either way, she was left dazed.
Danger nestled his nose against her opening, drowning in her scent. And when she came down from her high, he expertly folded the tip of his tongue and thrust inside her. He let her rock against him for a while before licking down to her ass with devotion. He ate her from front to back without complaint. Paused, talked her through another orgasm, then did that shit all over again.
As Caresha moaned in pure ecstasy, Danger collected her creamy juices, reaching down to stroke himself with it. She watched, captivated as he pleasured his big dick from head to base, thinking she might as well give in now…they had come this far. But somehow, she held it together and said,
“It’s so big and pretty, baby.”
“And it’s all yours. When you ready, I’m gon’ take my time and do you right with it.” Danger replied against her pussy lips before French kissing them.
They moaned in unison, his pleasure escalating as he stroked himself. He jacked off slow, then fast, feeling her thighs tighten around his head.
“S…shit, Ree.” Danger’s voice and body quivered, feeling himself about to explode.
Like a predator with its prey, he quickly rose and pounced on her, spilling his seed onto her stomach. The moment he finished, Caresha gripped his neck, pulling his face to hers. She went to speak but Danger stuck his tongue into her mouth, silencing her with her juices. Without hesitation, she sucked it, her hands rubbing all over his back.
“I’m so vulnerable right now, D. You make me feel so good.” She admitted, pulling back and ignoring the warmth dripping from her. Danger had made a huge mess on her stomach and belly ring, but she didn’t give a fuck.
“I’m vulnerable anytime I’m with you, Ree. You make it easy for a nigga to breathe again. I been seeing this fuckin’ therapist, but you the one truly healing me, and you don’t even realize it.”
Caresha stared up at him, her heart squeezing in her chest. Of all the things she expected Danger to say, that wasn’t one of them. His words settled deep, touching a part of her she kept guarded from every other nigga.
“Keep it. Sleep wit’ it…until I make it back to you, baby. I’ma go get my whip and clothes. Then we gon’ head to the reception, aight?” Danger told her, referring to his nut.
“Okay,” Caresha replied, in a trance.
Chapter Ten
Crown’s money ran long, making it possible to pull off the best of the best. That’s why the reception was held at one of the priciest venues in Satin Hills, perched high above the city with floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the skyline.
Mauve and black floral arrangements adorned tables lined with flickering candles and sparkling crystal glassware, while soft lighting danced across the marble floors. With everything so meticulously arranged, one would hardly guess it took the company just a couple weeks to pull it all together.
A live band played smooth R&B near the dance floor, while waiters glided through the room, balancing trays of champagne and top-shelf liquor. The atmosphere was intimate yet elegant…exactly how Crown and Nivéa envisioned it.
Guests filled the venue, dressed to impress. Members of the Knights stood out with Danger and Smoky in tailored tuxedos, while the others opted for dark jeans, boots, and crisp black button-ups paired with their polished leather vests. Even in such an intimate setting, they still carried that same dangerous aura. Guns were tucked into all of their waistbands because, no matter what, they never left home without them.
Everyone mingled for a while, drinks flowing and conversations filling the venue until the DJ’s voice suddenly echoed through the speakers.
“Aight, everybody. Our newlyweds have officially arrived. Let’s make some noise for Mr. and Mrs. Ahmad and Nivéa Knight.”
The doors swung open, and Crown and Nivea stepped inside, holding hands, and Nyla tucked against his chest. Cameras flashed around them as everyone in the crowd cheered them on.
Crown glanced around, nodding subtly. This was a bit much for him. He was a low-key kind of nigga, preferring to avoid too much attention. But with an excited mother like Kerri, he had no choice but to fall in line and let her do what she does best. Kerri had done her homework and hired the best photographer and videographer, insisting these special moments deserved to be captured perfectly.
Proudly, Crown led Nivéa and Nyla through the room. His black tux fitted him perfectly, diamonds dancing from his watch and cufflinks under the soft lighting. But it was Nivéa who truly stole the show in her custom gown.
When he was in his teens, Crown’s father had told him that a man’s worth is reflected in how his woman shines. Crown had held onto that wisdom for nineteen long years until he met his person. His wife looked like she’d stepped straight off the cover ofEssencemagazine. Whatever the fuck she wanted, he got without hesitation.
In Crown’s eyes, Nivéa was never meant to chase the sun…she was born to glow like the moon. He stole a glance at her as they walked, nearly forgetting everyone else in the room.
