Page 49 of Never Want to Love Again

“What, Mamas?” He removed his fingers and sucked my juices off them.

When he was done, Crown pulled my bottoms off. Pushing my legs back, Crown dove in. My hands roamed across his waves, pushing his head deeper. Crown slurped, licked, and ate my pussy so good. At one point, I had to grab the pillow and bite into it. The others weren’t dumb. They knew exactly what was going on behind closed doors.

“Turn over and put your ass in the air,” Crown ordered, slapping my thigh.

I did as he told me and got on all fours. Behind me, Crown peeled my cheeks back and began to suck on my pussy from the back. God, this man was so skilled. My nails dug into the mattress as I whimpered, trying to hold back the cries of pleasure. I couldn’t wait to get off this bus and into a hotel room.

Crown pushed fingers back inside of me while still latched onto my clit. He sped his pace up, his tongue and his fingers.

“Fuck!” I hissed. My whimpering was getting louder and louder, and Crown didn’t seem to care.

I felt the bus stop. Did Crown stop? No. This nigga kept eating until I was cuming and messing up the sheets on the bus. My legs were so weak. Crown left and brought back a warm, wet towel and cleaned me up. He also assisted in pulling up my bottoms. While standing, Crown kissed me—a long, deep kiss. I was still on his breath and tasted myself.

Nisha was grinning like a Cheshire cat when we stepped off the bus. She gave me a look likeBitch I know what you were doing back there,but she didn’t say anything. Crown popped a piece of gum in his mouth and then led me by hand to the hotel’s entrance.

After checking in, Crown signed a few autographs and took pictures with excited fans. Crown and I took a private elevator to the penthouse suite. Once we exited, we approached the numbered door with a key card entry. Crown slid the card inside,and it beeped. The door popped open on its own. We entered the spacious entryway that opened to a large living area.

“Fancy,” I giggled.

I looked up at the high ceilings and the marble floors in awe. One side of the wall was all mirrors. A big TV hung on the wall, and underneath, sitting on a long floating wall shelf, was a state-of-the-art sound system. An opulent fireplace was underneath all of that.

I took my phone out to post on my IG and saw that I had so many follow requests, comments, and likes on old pictures. I decided to record a video of the floor-to-ceiling windows that boast skyline views and the French doors that led to a titled patio that held a small private pool.

“Nice, huh?” Crown called out, wrapping an arm around me.

“More than nice. This is gorgeous.” I turned to face him. “Do you get the penthouse suite everywhere you go?”

He nodded. “Yeah. You hungry?”

My stomach growled, answering his question, and we both chuckled.

“It’s late. Can we still order food?”

His head bobbed. “There’s a menu on the refrigerator. Order whatever you want. Order for me, too. Ima smoke.”

I took off to the kitchen area and took that all in, too. There were top-of-the-line appliances and even a wine fridge. I removed the extensive menu and leaned on the granite countertop to go over it. Once my eyes landed on shrimp scampi with garlic bread, I ordered it for myself and Crown. The fridge had good-quality wine. I would drink that. There was bottled water for Crown.

While waiting for the food, I started my shower since my thighs were still a little sticky from earlier. When I stepped out in a while plush robe, Crown was pushing the food tray to the dining area.

“It smells so good,” I moaned.

“Shit, you smell good,” Crown slurred. His ass was high as fuck. He was already removing the lid of one plate and reaching for the bread. Crown’s eyes rolled over me while he took a bite. He was hilarious.

I sat down, and he placed my plate in front of me, and then Crown sat across from me to eat his food.

“Why you ain’t wait for me to shower?” he asked, poking his lips out. I simpered.

“Because you had me all sticky.”

“Shid, you did that.”

I lifted a foot and placed it in his lap. His dick was hard. We both laughed. One of our phones rang.

“It ain’t mine. My shit in my pocket,” Crown said. He stood to grab my phone for me. This pasta was so good for me even to get up. “It’s an unknown number,” he announced, sitting back down. He handed me the phone.

Unlocking it, I placed it on speakerphone because I was still eating.

“Hello?”

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