She rode his thick fingers, her essence leaking onto his signet ring, momentarily blurring the engraved Knights emblem.
“Fuck,” Crown pulled his fingers out, consuming every drop she offered him.
Nivèa sat up as best as she could, allowing him space to pull down his jeans and boxers. His long dick sprang free, greeting her, glistening at the tip. She watched, captivated, as he trailed his thumb over the head, collecting the precum and stroking himself with it.
Nivéa’s pussy purred as her chest rose and fell. She was so hot and bothered. Without warning, she lifted and sank backonto his lap, enveloping him entirely. Her body ignited as he filled her up. He was so hard that she could feel every pulse of him deep within.
Crown gripped the roots of her hair as she rode his dick, and their souls tied to one another as he looked her in the eyes. This was how muthafuckas fell in love, he thought.
“Uhhh.” Nivéa whimpered.
“Damn.” He groaned in return, upper lip curled.
While gripping the back of his head, Nivéa leaned back, allowing him enough space to see her exposed breasts. They rippled as she bounced up and down, enticing the fuck out of Crown. His hands had minds of their own as they reached up and pressed both together, massaging them.
“You look so good taking this dick. You so mu’fuckin’ pretty, baby.”
“Uhhh, I’m about to cum, baby.” Nivéa admitted, her body crumbling in his arms. He had told her that the first time they had sex, and she would never forget it. Those words would always do something to her.
Licking his lips, Crown watched her come undone. And when she finished, he eased her back until her spine met the dashboard. Their eyes dropped at the same time, both of them focused on the way their bodies were still joined. It had become one of their shared kinks. Her pussy swallowed him repeatedly, soaking him. Crown’s nut approached as his eyes fluttered shut.
“I love you, Ahmad.” Nivea said.
“I love yo’ ass more.” His eyes shot open, looking directly at her as he came hard. He couldn’t control himself that go-round. “Fuck, ma. I fucked up.”
“It’s okay. We’ll get a Plan B.” She said softly, cupping his face and kissing him.
“You not gon’ make me pay for another nigga’s mistake forever, right?” He asked, pressing his forehead against hers, still catching his breath.
“What you mean, baby?”
“When you gon’ let me nut peacefully in my pussy and give you my baby? I ain’t getting no younger. I wanna add to us. I’m not saying today, tomorrow, or even next month. I respect your body and your choices. But I don’t want to wait too long either. Compromise with a nigga. I ain’t him. I’mma handle my business and take care of y’all.”
Nivéa blushed. “Give me three years.”
“Aight,” Crown replied. He didn’t ask for an explanation, but he planned to hold her to it.
Chapter Sixteen
One month later.
Amonth later, life had settled into a familiar rhythm for Nivéa. Mariah The Scientist's music played softly through the speakers in her shop as she slid a receipt across the counter to a dance coach who had just paid a deposit for a custom order. Nivéa had been putting in overtime with her grind. The coach had discovered her designs through several posts she had made on the local neighborhood app, prompting her to rush to the shop at the first opportunity.
“You're all set to go. I’ll email the mockups tomorrow morning. Once you approve them, I’ll proceed with printing.” Nivéa said, returning the woman’s debit card.
“Perfect. Thank you for squeezing us in so close to competition, Nivéa. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem at all. I’m happy to help, and I’m grateful you’re trusting my business with your vision.”
The woman nodded, tucked her wallet into her purse, and headed for the door. The bell chimed softly as the security guard let her out.
Next in line were two teenagers who had seen the flyers Nivéa and Caresha had distributed around the area earlier that week. Nivéa was running a sale on her designs to attract more customers, and the two best friends had eagerly snatched up nearly every graphic tee in the shop. She overheard their chatter as they browsed.
“Hi, ladies. Did you find everything okay today?”
“Yes!” they replied in unison, and Nivéa found it adorable.
They reminded her of herself and Caresha in their younger days…when life felt easy and carefree. From the window, she noticed one of their mothers had driven them, but stayed behind to give them some independence.
