Page 13 of Crown: Phase 4

“I... I’m sorry,” Nivéa said, her words muffled, but he heard her.

“It’s all good. I’m not mad.” He loosened his grip, letting his hand glide down to her neck before giving it a gentle squeeze. Then he brought his thumb to her mouth.

Nivéa’s lips parted, slowly sucking his thumb as if it were his dick, making her pussy grow even wetter around him.

“Drown me, baby.” Crown begged, feeling her walls contract. He knew exactly what time it was and embraced it.

Overly satisfied, Nivéa looked into his eyes and rained on him as they fucked to their own porn. After she came hard, Crown gripped her ass, guiding her up and down his dick at a slower pace. That morning, he wanted to fuck, but he also craved taking his time and making love to his wife. Sweet, passionate love. Hell, he wanted her to make love to his body, too. After the day he’d had, he needed that connection now more than ever.

As if she knew exactly what he craved, Nivéa shifted, lying against his chest while still riding him. Her lips brushed against his beard before she kissed him there. Then she kissed his neck, slowly sucking on it as he slid his middle finger into her ass.

“Oh my God.” She gasped, cupping his face. “You freaky-ass muthafucka.”

“You love it here,” Crown told her. “You love how a nigga put it down.”

Nivéa smirked because it was the truth. Her fingers dug into his chest before curling around his chain. She kept riding him as she lowered her head slightly and sucked on his nipple. And as Crown grunted, she whimpered at him fucking both of her holes. They were secretly having a contest to see who could please the other the most. Needless to say, Crown won. He flipped her over, positioning her to face the screen so she could watch the video while he took her from behind.

“You see that? You see how you was taking that dick? I want you to do that right now.”

“Yeah... mmm, okay, baby...”

“Look at this ass, baby. It’s getting fat. That’s all me. I did that.”

“And did.”

With a fistful of her hair in his hand, Crown drove into her repeatedly, watching her cheeks ripple against him with each thrust. All the frustration the streets had given him, he let out right there with her. Her pussy made the loudest noises, filling the room and drowning out the sound of the video.

“I’m so in love with you. You know I got your back, right?” Nivéa told him once he rolled back onto his back and let her take control again.

“Yeah, and I got yours. I’d do anything for you, beautiful.” Crown held her by the waist as her eyes sparkled and she moved against him.

“I can’t wait to have your baby.”

“We gon’ have that one, and then I’ma fuck around and put another one in you if you don’t get on some kind of birth control. Pussy too fuckin’ good.”

Nivéa was dripping. Only Crown could evoke such a response from her. She swore on everything she held dear that he was the best she’d ever had…an artist in how his dick tended to her needs. He was long enough to consistently hit her G-spot and wide enough to massage her walls just right. And the friction against her clit as she rode him sent her soaring.

“Uhhhhh, baby,” she whispered, her eyes glossy.

“I love the shit out of you, ma.” Crown replied against her lips.

“That’s why you gotta stay home…stay put up while I’m out here handling my business. If something happened to you, I’d make hell look like paradise. There wouldn’t be enough body bags on this fuckin’ earth to clean up all the niggas I’d leave leakin’. And that’s on my grandmother’s grave, Nivéa Knight. If I ain’t breathin’ you, I don’t want no air.”

“Then use that. Use that love…that fire to win this war and end it. Because no matter what happens out there, you gotta make it back home to me. I need you, Ahmad Knight.”

“Say less. Consider it done.”

“I’m cummin’ again, baby.” Nivéa sat up and reached behind her to gently massage his balls while riding him.

Crown’s eyes fluttered shut just as her walls tightened. He could literally feel how badly she needed him. Nivéa had a death grip on his dick, the sensation overwhelming him in the best way. His wife’s pussy was in a league of its own. It transported him to another dimension. Within seconds, the combination of her caressing his sac and the rhythmic contractions of her muscles pulled the nut right out of him. With a deep grunt, Crown released inside her.

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Torture wasn’t just for revenge when it came to Crown Knight. He treated it as a strategy, too. He got information out of niggas, information that kept him one step ahead of his enemies. Benjamin’s time at the Knights’ clubhouse hadn’t been any different. Between the gunshot wounds and the torture, he’d given up more than the Ravens working with the Dessalinés Mob. He’d also given up the location of a new major stash house Preach had just opened. With the FEDS watching him, Preach was constantly moving his product around. But little did he know, they weren’t the only muthafuckas he had to worry about. Crown was on it.

The black van followed by multiple Harleys rolled through the city, eventually pulling into an abandoned lot nearly two blocks from the stash house. The engines shut off, and several Knights climbed off, ready.

Crown’s plan was simple. Run these muthafuckas down and take control. Empty every safe and grab every dollar they could find, load whatever valuables they could carry into the van, then burn the product and whatever else they wanted destroyed. Preach wouldn’t just lose men. He would lose money, product, and every bit of sanity he thought he still had. Niggas wanted to fuck with his peace; Crown would cause a tsunami.