Page 12 of Crown: Phase 4

Instead of pushing him to share what he wasn’t ready to say, Nivéa nodded, hoping the burden he carried wouldn’t become too heavy for him. After a while, they settled back into each other and eventually fell asleep.

Chapter Five.

Around four o’clock in the morning, Crown stirred, jolted awake by the relentless pounding of rain against the window. It had been raining a lot in the Hills, and part of him felt the storm was mirroring the tempest brewing within him…a deadly sign of the chaos he was ready to unleash. Niggas had him fucked up. He lay there for a moment, nostrils flaring and trigger finger itching.

By sunrise, Crown knew he’d be back in the streets, wreaking havoc, ready to erase some muthafuckas in a single sweep. He’d empty the fucking magazine. But until dawn broke, he’d focus on what mattered most, his wife.

With a hardness that felt like granite, Crown glanced down at Nivéa’s half-naked body. His eyes traced the curves of her before settling on her beautiful face. He couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive for locking her down. She was breathtaking to him, even with her lips slightly parted and drooling on his chest. He didn’t give a fuck about the drool. His body belonged to her. She could do whatever she wanted with it.

“Fuck,” Crown whispered, reaching for the remote.

He turned on the flat screen and pulled up their video. The entire night at the cabin had been recorded for memories. Making sure the volume was low enough not to disturb Nivéa, Crown slipped a hand into his boxers and gripped himself. Heat coursed through him like wildfire. He wanted his wife badly, but knowing she’d waited up for him all night, he wanted to let her rest.

Selfless.

Instead, Crown focused between the screen and Nivéa’s thighs lying beside him, slowly stroking himself. As he did, his mind drifted back to the last time he’d done this shit. The day he picked up those shirts from her shop, visions of her had consumed him all night, igniting a hunger he couldn’t shake, much like now. From day one, he’d been infatuated with Nivéa.

“Shittt,” Crown mumbled, trying to stifle his voice as he pleased himself.

On the screen, he watched Nivéa’s mouth take him in. She’d ate his dick up and left no crumbs. He focused on the tip for a moment before moving down toward the base, mimicking her usual rhythm. Driven by need, Crown quickened his pace, losing himself in the motion.

The sudden movement stirred Nivéa from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, a mixture of awe and desire washing over her as she glanced at the sex tape playing on the screen, then looked down at his big, beautiful brown dick. The tip glistened with his precum. Without giving her a chance to speak, Crown reached for the back of her head, pressing soft kisses along her face and neck.

“Mmm, why you doing this? Why didn’t you wake me, hm?” Nivéa purred, tilting her head back in satisfaction. His lips felt so good against her skin.

“’Cause you deserve your rest. I know you tired, and your body’s still sore from the cabin.” Crown answered against her ear, kissing it. “Just ignore me, ma.”

He continued stroking himself, his stomach tightening and his upper lip curling.

“It’s just... a nigga can’t get enough of you. Look at you.”

“Yeah, look at me. I’m right here, so you don’t need to do that shit.” Nivéa popped his hand away, forcing him to release himself.

“Damn it, ma.” Crown grunted, feeling her stop his nut.

But Nivéa quickly made up for it, rolling on top of him. Biting down on her bottom lip, she ignored the soreness in her thighs and eased herself down onto his hardness, drawing a deep moan from Crown.

“Oh, shit.”

“You feel so good.” Nivéa told him, taking the remote from his hand and turning up the volume on the TV just in time to hear her moans coming from the video.

“You feel better.”

Underneath her, Crown lay in bliss, his eyes rolling back at the way her pussy enveloped him. Nivéa gave him a high he’d never experienced before meeting her, one he couldn’t help but chase relentlessly. He whistled out a breath as she found her rhythm, gratitude flooding through him. He was so thankful she’d woken up and put the pussy on him. Her kitty was like oxygen. He needed it to survive.

“Fuckkk, maaa.”

“Awe, daddyyy.”

At the sound of that, Crown lost control. He popped her ass before reaching up and tearing open her robe. Nivéa’s heavy breasts spilled out, enticing him even further. He cradled them, mimicking the soothing motions she used when preparing to breastfeed, kneading and squeezing them softly to coax them into readiness for him.

It didn’t take much. Her body was already responding. He slightly sat up to kiss and suck on her leaking nipples. It was early morning…almost time for breakfast. The nigga was starving. With Nivéa cradling the back of his head, he stayed there for a while before sinking back onto the pillow, her milk coating his tongue.

Nivéa lost her mind watching him swallow every drop and lick his lips. She moaned loudly, bucking against him.

“Ahhhhh.”

“Shh. You gon’ wake her.” Crown quickly covered her mouth with his hand, instantly regretting not closing the door before they started.