Page 46 of Crown: Phase 4

They both moaned in unison as he spread Nivéa’s legs wider, pressing them against the wall of the waterfall, alternating between his nose and tongue inside her. He feasted on her for what felt like an eternity. She had no scent, which he adored, but a nigga like him craved her pheromones more. He was determined to extract her hidden, distinct aroma from its secret place deep inside. He was putting in that work to make it happen. He was a true eater…had learned her body inside and out.

Nivéa shattered, cumming all over his face as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her orgasm hit strong and hard, like a hurricane. She barely had time to recover before Crown was moving her through the water again. Her scent had turned him on so much that he had to be back inside her. Standing on the steps, he turned her around and instructed her to grip her ankles. With trembling legs, Nivéa obliged, and Crown eased into her, her warmth soaking him from base to tip.

“Damnnn, look at that shit.” Licking his lips, Crown pulled out of her. “Taste how gushy you get for me, baby.”

Nivéa turned around, sitting on the steps, taking him into her mouth as Crown gripped the back of her head. She sucked him, slowly removing the coat of her essence. Knowing what drove him wild, she paused to suck on his head before deep throating him while she massaged his sac. Saliva poured from the sides of her mouth, cascading onto her breasts and mixing with her tears before sliding into the water.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty suckin’ this dick.” Crown’s stomach caved in as he thrust his hips, matching her intense rhythm. “Fuck, turn back around.”

Swallowing his precum, Nivéa obeyed, gripping her ankles. Crown slid back into her warmth with one brutal thrust, burying every inch of himself inside her. His head immediately fell back. His strokes were slow. The pregnancy had him showing her mercy, yet they were still powerful and deep…backshots that had her ass clapping and her breasts bouncing uncontrollably.

Again, they moaned together as Crown reached around to massage her clit. With furrowed brows, he lifted one of his long legs onto a higher step, bending even lower to hit her at an angle that made Nivéa scream his name, her pussy squirting in response.

“Shit. Oh, ba—by. Ahmadddddd. I—I’m cumming a—again.” She gasped.

“Me, too, ma.” Crown released, flooding her with his hot cum until it leaked out around him, flowing down her thighs.

And by the time they made it home, Kerri and Nyla were both knocked out, so Crown took Nivéa to their bedroom, locking the door behind them. He laid her on her back in bed, making love to her in missionary, their eyes locked together.

As he stroked, they reveled in the pleasure of one of the toys he’d bought her for their reception night. It was secured inside her backside, vibrating with each thrust he delivered to her front. Nivéa’s breath hitched as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

Crown’s gaze never shifted, filled with a mix of love and desire that made her heart race. “You the most beautiful woman I ever seen in my life.” He said, kissing the diamond ring he had placed on her hand.

“Awe, baby,” Nivéa replied. She was such a lover girl…a sucker for moments like this.

“That’s why when I saw you, I had to have you. Had to lock you down. Now look at you. Got my heart, my baby, and a ring. You my first love, Niv.”

A tear slipped from Nivéa’s eye as her body shook. His words, his strokes…everything he did sent shivers through her. Her pussy grew wetter around him, the sound of her arousal mixing with the vibrations of the toy, filling the bedroom with an intoxicating symphony.

Crown paused, kissing his way down her thigh until he reached her feet. He kissed her anklet, then sucked on her toes. She’d turned him into a straight lover boy.

“Don’t cry, baby.” Crown released her feet, kissing the tear from her cheek.

“I love you so much. I don’t give a fuck about what I thought I felt in the past. You my only true love, Ahmad.” Nivéa told him, clawing at his back, releasing every emotion she felt with him deep inside her

Feeling her words resonate in his soul, Crown cupped her ass to pull her even closer. He deepened his strokes, and before long, they were coming together again, even harder than before.

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Caresha woke up from her deep sleep and realized Danger still hadn’t come to bed. She sat up and sighed, staring at the blank TV. She had sensed his distance from the moment he came home a few hours ago. He hadn’t been himself, barely saying two words to her. He’d come into the bedroom, taken a shower, and headed straight downstairs to eat. Sensing he didn’t want to be bothered, she let him be, thinking he would come back up so they could talk then. But he never returned, and she eventually fell asleep waiting for him.

Stretching, Caresha slipped into her house shoes and followed the sound of loud talking into the game room down the hall. When she stepped inside, she found Danger stretched out on the large leather sectional with his headset on, controller in hand, talking shit to Domo. He didn’t even look up to acknowledge her, but she knew he saw her.

Caresha went to sit beside him, noticing the liquor bottle and empty glass on the table. He’d been drinking…smoking. She confirmed he was upset when he didn’t reach out to her. Ever since that first night they got comfortable at her apartment, there hadn’t been a time when Danger didn’t show affection in her presence. Yet there they were…him still focused on the game.

“So, you’re just going to ignore me?”

Danger glanced at Caresha but didn’t say anything. Instead, he continued talking into his headset, chuckling at something Domo said while concentrating on the game. After a few minutes of this, Caresha reached over and pulled the headset off his head. Danger’s eyes darted toward her, then quickly back to the screen, but the distraction had already fucked up his gameplay.

“Yo, what the fuck, ma?”

“I’m trying to talk to you.”

Danger ended the game and tossed the controller beside him. “Sup, Ree?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. You tell me. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. You come in the house barely saying a few words and then stay in here all night. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I’m just chillin’. A nigga can't play the game?”