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Still angled high, Crown eventually slowed to a stop, forcing himself not to nut. His chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The cat was applying pressure…murdering him. It should’ve been illegal to have pussy this good. Nivéa’s pussy had crack in it, he thought.

He remained still as she lifted her hips from the pillow and began to wind them in a slow, sultry circle, fucking him back. Crown’s jaw tightened, and he briefly closed his eyes, fighting to keep himself composed. The sensation was pure bliss, hypnotic enough to chip away at the control he was desperately trying to maintain. Her soft cries echoed in his ears, only pulling him deeper into the haze.

“Ma, please. You gotta cut this shit out. Come on. It’s too soon.” Crown tapped her thigh, his voice strained…his dick ready to explode, already slick and leaking with precum.

“Aht, aht. Mmmmm…”

Nivéa was all over him. She could feel the tip of him pressing against her cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure she never wanted to end. Shivers ran through her. Back and forth, her ass crashed against him as her pussy sucked him whole. She chased the high Crown’s inches gave to her, seeing the moon and stars behind her eyelids.

Crown watched her closely. He could see how completely gone she was. He let her unravel…have her moment. “Damn, baby. Aight. Put that pussy on me then.”

“Uhhhh...” Nivéa put in that work, moving her hips like a seductive dancer.

“Ahhhh, fuckkk…”

They were both dazed, moaning uncontrollably without a care in the world. Usually, Crown kept their sounds in check, but tonight, with the bedroom door closed and Nivéa beneath him…riding his dick while on her back…he didn’t give a damn. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at her.

“Tell me what you want from me, ma.” He gripped her hips…him working her now.

“I…got everything. You’ve literally given me everything.” Nivéa responded as he gently strummed her abdomen with the tip of his fingers.

Their eyes met while he did so.

“Mmm…why you always do that?” She asked, curiously. “Massage my scar?”

“’Cause I adore it. It shows you brought my baby into this world.”

Nivéa stilled at his words, tears cascading down her cheeks as he stroked her. The way this man made her feel inside and out was something to be studied. His love knew no bounds. Crown loved Nyla more than her own biological father had.

Chapter Twenty.

Lawson and Preach were wrapping up their usual meeting when Dimitri stepped into the VIP section.

“Boss, there’s a woman here to see you. She’s got a couple of bikers with her, but they ain’t Knights.” He said.

Preach already knew who it was. “Send her back. Lawson, you dismissed.”

Lawson happily stood, grabbing his jacket. These meetings were becoming more frequent. With Preach at war with the Knights and the Feds on his trail, Lawson felt like every bit of downtime he got, Preach needed him present for information. It was all becoming too much, and he was beginning to think he was way over his head. If he kept this up, he might get caught. And if the money wasn’t good, he would’ve walked away. Well, at least if Preach let him.

“Before I go, I still haven’t gotten my fee.”

Preach glanced at him. “I’m getting it.”

“You told me you’d give it to me after I got you that address. Then, last time, you said next meeting. Here we are, and I’m confused. I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. So, what’s the hold up?”

“I’m getting the fucking money. I’ll call you when it’s ready for pickup.”

Lawson stared at him, clearly irritated, but then he looked around and saw the same guards, who had pointed guns at him before, and decided not to be pushy.

“Alright.” He reluctantly headed toward the exit, but as he passed through the restaurant, he spotted Dimitri walking a familiar face toward the VIP section.

Lawson’s steps slowed as his eyes narrowed, locking onto the woman. He racked his brain, but it didn’t take long for him to remember where he knew her from. His files. She was Crown Knight’s mother. He remembered her vividly because, just days before, he had been accessing the data and searching for any addresses linked to Crown’s circle. It was her address and Danger’s that he’d given to Preach. Lawson looked from Kerri to the VIP entrance, confusion settling across his face.

What the fuck is she doing here to see Preach? He thought, but he didn’t ask. He kept walking, leaving the restaurant with the question stuck in his head instead.

Inside VIP, Preach waited with his 9mm in his hand. When Kerri stepped through the entrance, his chest tightened. It was crazy how all these years could pass, and this woman could still have that kind of effect on him.

Preach studied her silently, taking in everything from the outfit and heels she wore to the little weight she’d picked up since the last time he’d had her in his bed. He knew exactly where that extra weight came from. He had spent plenty of nights sitting outside her apartment, stalking the shit out of her after she told him she was going back to her ex. The baby weight from her second child had stuck, but she was still as beautiful as ever.