And she did.
Nivéa showed out, her fingers softly caressing his balls in the process. Crown’s knees weakened, feeling her throat constrict around him with each swallow. One hand braced against the wall behind her for support, while the other cradled the back of her head, guiding her movements as he thrust in long, deep strokes. She fucked him with her mouth, and he fucked her right back as if he were deep inside her pussy. His breath quickened, and his head started to spin when she gagged.
Nivéa quickly recovered. Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips as she slowed her pace and reached up, massaging Crown’s six-pack. She savored the moment, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles before dropping down to his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth over and over again.
“Ahh, shittttt.” Crown gasped, the sight below him breathtakingly beautiful.
Nivéa, completely naked with teary eyes, was sucking his very soul from his body. Then he watched, entranced, as she pulled one hand off his ass and buried her fingers inside herself, thrusting in perfect rhythm with her mouth.
The sheer visual was enough to send Crown teetering on the brink of release. Coupled with the sensations of her throat tightening around him, he was on the edge, but he wasn’t ready to surrender just yet.
“Hold up, baby. I don’t wanna cum like this. I wanna bust inside you. Please.”
Crown barely recognized himself. The voice that escaped his lips was raw and vulnerable, revealing a part of him he never knew existed…one willing to embrace desire without shame.Nivéa’s skills were nothing short of immaculate, leaving him breathless and completely undone. At this rate, he was only asking to be inside her just to cum. He knew he wouldn’t last long.
Willing to give him anything, Nivéa prepared to slide him out of her mouth and stand, but just then, Nyla’s soft whimpers filled the monitor, shattering their moment. She froze, and Crown’s eyelids fell shut in disappointment. His desire to be inside of her was so intense that it nearly brought him to tears. They both turned to face the counter where the monitor sat.
“Damn, ma.” He mumbled, biting his lower lip, fingers still tangled in her hair, massaging her scalp.
Fortunately, Nyla quieted after a moment, but Nivèa sensed that it was the calm before the storm. She could hear the soft rustling from the crib, the rhythmic kicking of her tiny feet.
“If I stop now, we’ll have to pick this up later.” She warned.
“Nah, fuck that. Keep going.” Crown urged, his grip tightening on the roots of her hair.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Nivéa lowered her hand, gathering her juices to slick his length before sliding him back into her mouth.
“Mmm…” she moaned, thinking they taste so good together.
Nivéa stroked and sucked, building the pleasure to overwhelming heights. Crown groaned her name, and she responded with a low hum, causing vibrations around his dick. Soon, they both reached their peak.
“Fuckkk,” Crown released himself down her throat, reveling in how wild and uninhibited she could be with him.
Just as he finished, Nyla started up again, louder this time. Nivéa quickly rose, panting heavily while trying to pull herself together so she could go tend to her.
“Nah, stay put. I got it.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, baby.”
Nivéa watched as Crown jumped into the shower, hurriedly soaping his sponge and cleaning himself completely. She had never seen the nigga move so fast. He rinsed out his mouth, face, and beard just as quickly as he washed his private area.
Nyla’s cries grew louder, haunting him. He hastily stepped out, moving so fast that he nearly slipped when his wet foot hit the floor. His large frame stumbled hard, but he caught himself before making it to the ground.
“My goodness, baby. Slow down. You’re gonna kill yourself messing with Ny.” Nivéa cracked up as she watched him dry off.
“That shit ain’t funny, ma. She’s crying.”
“But…” Nivéa was in tears by now, still laughing, trying to catch her breath. If his big ass had hit that floor, she wasn’t sure what she could do to help him.
“It’s gon’ be okay…she’s gonna be okay. It’s not like she’s hungry, plus I just changed her diaper thirty minutes ago. That girl just wants to be in someone’s arms. I promise you it’s alright to let her fuss a little. Slow down, nigga. You putting your boxers on backwards.”
Crown just eyed her as he slipped into his joggers and t-shirt. He couldn’t care less about his boxers being on backwards, not with Nyla fussing at the top of her lungs. Quick on his feet, he dashed out of the restroom and bedroom, racing down the hall. Life was funny to him. Before meeting Nivéa, didn’t shit move Crown. But now, she and that baby did.
∞∞∞
Crown’s world looked a lot different those days. If he werestill single, he’d most likely be deep in the streets or chillin’ at the clubhouse that night. But those days were long gone. He wore many hats, two of the most important being a husband and a father, roles he didn’t take lightly.
