Page 32 of Crown: Phase 4

“What you have for me, baby?”

Setting the cup down, Crown reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a black custom jewelry box.

Nivéa blushed. “You got me more jewelry?”

She was still trying to get through the rest of the pieces he’d surprised her with after they got married. He was building her the finest collection, piece by piece. Her days of shopping at retail stores, trying to catch jewelry on sale only for it to tarnish after about a week, were over. She was Mrs. Knight now and deserved nothing but the best.

“Open it.”

Nivéa took the box from his hand and slowly lifted the lid. Her mouth fell open. Inside was a dainty diamond choker necklace with rare, soft pink ombré stones, catching the warm glow from the fireplace. Resting beside it was a matching pair of diamond stud earrings.

“Oh my God.”

Crown watched her reaction, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “You like it?”

She looked at him, her eyes shining. “Baby, this is beautiful. You know I love pink. It’s just the perfect size, too. Not too big. I love it so much.”

“Aight, let’s put it on.”

Nivéa turned around in his lap and lifted her hair while Crown carefully removed the necklace from the box. He fastened it around her neck, his fingers lingering against her skin before reaching for the earrings.

When he finished, Nivéa turned back toward him. “Thank you.”

“It’s more where that came from.”

“What else you got for me?”

“Lift up. Let me go get it.” He tapped her thigh and she stood.

Crown headed to the living room, reaching into the closet to pull out a large black garment box tied with a satin ribbon that he had snuck in earlier when he first arrived. He brought it to the theater room and instructed Nivéa to stand up and open it. She did as she was told, untied the ribbon, and opened the lid. Her mouth fell open once again as she pulled the mink coat from the box.

“This is so fire. Shit. How much did this damn thing cost?”

“You ain’t ever gotta worry about a price with me. Undress. Let me see yo’ pretty ass in it.”

Eagerly, Nivéa slipped out of her gown, and Crown draped the floor-length mink coat over her shoulders. The luxurious fabric felt incredible against her skin. She dashed to the stairs, entering their bedroom to admire herself in the mirror, Crown right on her heels.

“You look good, baby.” He told her, leaning against the doorway.

“Don’t I? I can’t wait ’til winter. I’ma fuck these hoes up in this.” Nivéa snickered, spinning around, the coat slipping slightly off her shoulders. “Now I gotta thank you properly.”

“Oh yeah? How you gon’ do that?” Crown stroked his beard, narrowing his gaze.

“You know…” Nivéa blushed as she batted her lashes and slid her hand over her exposed, waxed pussy.

They shared a laugh as Crown licked his lips. Her little pretty ass would keep him young.

“Damn, I was tryna let you make it tonight.” He stared her down, his dick growing inside his pants. “But fuck it. It’s whatever. Wassup?”

Nivéa lifted her hands in the air, as if to say, “Come get me.” The mink slipped lower on her arms, revealing her breasts.

Crown rushed her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her outside onto the terrace, near a wall that provided some privacy.

“Baby, what you doing?” Nivéa asked in his arms, gazing around the darkness of the night in confusion.

“’Bout to make love to my wife underneath the moonlight.”

Before she could say another word, Crown pinned her against the wall with one hand while skillfully sliding his bottoms down with the other. His dick stood straight up, ready to be put inside its forever home. Stacks of cash spilled from his pocket onto the pavement.