Page 73 of Crown: Phase 4

“I want you to turn around for me. You think you can handle that?” Danger asked.

With her pain meds fully settled in her system and the high from their intimacy, Caresha felt ready to give him anything. Slowly, she turned with his gentle guidance. Danger positioned her, and when that arch was just right, he marveled at her chocolate-covered skin, so beautiful against the pink of her pussy. He nearly lost his mind as he slid into her.

“Damn it,” he mumbled, gripping her hips, watching how she swallowed him.

Danger began with slow, deep strokes, gradually increasing the intensity. Each time his pelvis met her cheeks, he lost it and a deep grunt escaped his lips. He became so lost in ecstasy that his hand found its way to the back of Caresha’s hair, gripping the roots as his balls smacked against her. He was rawdogging her…fucking the shit out of her.

“Hold on, Dee. Ahhh.” Her voice eventually pierced through the haze, urging him to ease up a bit.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Danger responded, brows knitting together in concentration as he slowed down. He loosened his grip, wrestling control from the beast within.

Ignoring the soreness in her neck and shoulders, Caresha turned her head slightly, locking eyes with him. They stared at each other for a while, and she lost it again at the sight of Danger. His upper lip curled as his abs flexed with every movement. His bun was slightly disheveled, with a few locs hanging loose. His dark lips, framed by his beard, and the artwork inked across his chest were too much for her to handle.

And just when she thought the sex couldn’t get any better, Danger pulled more tricks from his bag, showing her how a real nigga got down. With one hand, he eased his thumb into her ass, while his other hand moved to the front, the tip of his middle finger teasing her clit—all while still fucking her.

That was it. Caresha came hard again, and it didn’t take long for him to follow.

“Shittttttttt, Ree, baby.” Danger gasped, releasing deep inside her.

“Hassannnnnn…” Caresha shouted, fully aware her neighbors might hear her through the thin walls. But she didn’t give a fuck. She was making amends with her nigga.

Chapter Twenty-Two.

A few days later.

Caresha didn’t know what was wrong with her. Clearly, good dick had clouded her judgment. There was no other logical explanation for why she was seated in the passenger seat of Danger’s Benz after her horrific accident. Yet, there she was, on her way to visit Crown and Nivéa with him. They were chillin’ at her place when he came up with the idea, and she went along, happy to see her sister and godbaby.

Texting her mama, Caresha told her she was fine, going to bed early, and just needed some time alone so she didn’t have to come over when she got off. Danger had her lying like she was a teenager…sneaking off to be with him while her mama was at work. But she didn’t want Carla to worry that she was out and about, especially with him. So, she had to do what she had to do.

“You good, baby?” He asked, taking a pull from his blunt as he cruised through the city.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You sho’? You real quiet over there. What you thinking about?”

“Nothing, baby.” Caresha lied.

As Lil Baby poured from the speakers, she glanced out the window, watching the city pass by with so many things on her mind. So many questions. Why was she still dealing with a man who lived such a dangerous lifestyle that it had almost gotten her killed? Why was she still dealing with him when he’d already shown her that he had communication issues? Caresha couldn’t stand that flaw in a man.

Then there was her new job offer. What was she going to do about that? She knew what Danger wanted from her and what he had promised her. But was she really willing to go against everything she believed in and stay put for a nigga she’d just met? That wasn’t typically her style. Caresha liked making her own moves and betting on herself.

“You still mad at me?”

“Sort of.” Caresha kept it real.

“Well, what I gotta do to make it right?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. But you definitely can’t ever handle me the way you did again. I wanna be clear about that. Don’t let me forgiving you make you think I’m somebody you can play with or that you can do it again.”

“I know that, ma. I won’t ever do that shit again. I’ma communicate with you.”

“And the drinking and smoking when we going through stuff ain’t gon’ work for me either. It fucks your head up. It makes you cold. Don’t turn to a fuckin’ substance for nothing. You turn to me, especially considering your past with coke.”

“Aight, baby. I got you. No drinking. No smoking.”

“Mmhmm.”

Danger didn’t like her being upset with him. He quickly put out his blunt, tucked it behind his ear, then reached over and took hold of her hand. His ass was in the hot seat and was desperately trying to get out of it. He kissed her hand before caressing it with his thumb. Eventually, he softened Caresha up. She couldn’t help but rest her head on his shoulder, wincing.