Page 39 of Never Want to Love Again

Crown snickered as he slid the rubbed on his dick.

“Trust, Ima give you some babies, babe. Just not right now.”

crown heart

. . .

Kupid rolled her eyes,but I was serious. This is what I needed. She was what I needed. The industry that I was in was fast-paced, and she was the calm that I needed in my life. We didn’t know much about one another, but I felt her peace as soon as I sat down across from her, and that’s why I decided to have her work from my home—to be closer to her.

Kupid face was balled up.

“What do you think this is, Crown? This is just for tonight, and we won’t talk about it when we leave the Bahamas.”

I snorted through a chuckle and said, “Okay.”

I don’t know what Kupid thought this thinking, but this wasn’t a hit-it-and-quit-it situation. Not this time. I’m not joking about having children, so I don’t have any kids now. Did I want any? Definitely, but I’m not going to just shoot up in any woman, either. Most women see money and want that forever luxury treatment without trying to get it themselves. They wanted a quick come-up, but I wasn’t their way up.

“Scoot up the bed.” I motioned Kupid to move up with my hand. As much as I wanted to stick my dick back into her warm center, I wanted to taste her.

Kupid did as I asked, and I had to admire her body—thick thighs and full hips with a flat stomach. Her ass was nice and round. I couldn’t wait to hit that shit from the back.

“Spread your legs.”

Kupid slowly opened her legs, and that shit was so pretty. Not a hair in sight. Leaning down, I placed kisses on both Kupid’s inner thighs. She squirmed a little. I kissed her mound, and a light gasp escaped from her. I glanced up at her when I slithered my tongue between her silky folds and found her hardened bud. Flicking it once with my tongue had Kupid’s back lifting from the bed.

Kupid tasted fuckin’ good. I licked, sucked, and kissed her pussy, causing her to whimper loudly. Her hands pressed against my head, taking my nose deep inside her shit.

“Crown,” she hollered at the same time her body convulsed. I was letting up. I latched on to her clit as she rode that ride.

Once she was done, I repeated, bringing Kupid to orgasms back to back until she mushed my head back, telling me she couldn’t take any more. Standing to my full height, I grabbed Kupid by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She had a huge wet spot underneath her. There was extra linen in one of the closets.

“Why yo’ legs shakin’?” I chortled. Kupid didn’t answer. She just softly giggled.

Parting her legs, I stepped forward until I was poking at her soppy wet entrance. I could see Kupid swallow.

“How you want it?” I quizzed. I knew how I wanted to fuck Kupid, but I needed her to let me know what she could handle verbally.

“Um…” She giggled, “Slow first because I have to get used to your size. Then I want you to do what you want.”

My right brow rose. “Aight.”

Slowly, I pushed inside Kupid—just the tip only for now. I wanted to stay buried inside of her in the shower, but I had to stop. Her pussy was driving me crazy, and before I shot up the club, I’d stop myself.This time, a barrier was between us.

She bit down on her bottom lip and palmed her breasts. Reaching, I circled a hand around her throat while simultaneously pushing further inside of Kupid. She let out a low growl as I bit mine back.

“Fuck, Kupid,” I mumbled, peering down to watch me glide in and out of her. She was already coating the condom with her white cream. Her hands gripped my wrist, and I squeezed her neck tighter. Her body lifted, and she began to meet my thrusts. “Can I speed up and go deeper?”

Kupid nodded.

Pushing in deeper, I stilled for a moment before pulling back to leave just the tip in. I dove back in deeper until my nuts were tapping at her ass. Her nails dug into my wrist.

“Put yo’ hands down, love, and take all of this dick. You ain’t neva had a nigga that can hit that spot, huh?” I knew that for a fact the way Kupid’s eyes widened when I pushed further inside. I was probably reaching spots that ain’t never been touched.

Her hands dropped to her lower stomach. Pushing her legs further apart, I leaned forward and sucked on her bottom lip.

“Faster,” she whispered.

I smiled at hearing that. Gripping Kupid’s head, almost putting her in a damn headlock, I delivered long, powerful, deep strokes. Her nails were now digging into my back. It hurt, but whatever she needed to take what I was dishing, so be it.

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