Page 37 of Never Want to Love Again

Looking out at the water, I got an idea.

“Let’s go in!” I tugged Crown, but he didn’t budge.

“Go in where?”

I pointed at the water and said, “The water, duh! Let’s go change and go in.”

“It’s dark out. We can’t see no sharks ‘n shit at this time, love. You crazy.”

Stopping, I tossed my shoes down and began to peel out of my clothes. Crown eyes stretched along with the corners of his mouth. It had to be the little alcohol I had because no way would I be this bold. I was down to my black bra and panties when I placed my hands on my hips.

“Call me crazy then. I’m going in.”

Turning, I took off running toward the water. There wasn’t anyone on the beach right now but us. As I jogged like I was Pamela Anderson in Baywatch, I saw Crown stripping out of his clothes. With a huge grin on my face, I stepped into the cold… very fucking cold water. I yelped as a wave pulled me into the water further.

“Gah damn!” Crown spat. “You would want to do this shit while the sun is down. We both gon’ catch Pneumonia.”

I giggled. “We’ll be fine.”

Crown came over to where I was and scooped me up. My legs wrapped around his waist like a magnet. With me in my panties and him in his boxer briefs, and they were both soaked, I could feel his large member poking at my middle. Crown moved the hair that was stuck to my face.

“Beautiful ass.”

“Stop hyping me up.” I looked up at him, and when I did, Crown’s mouth crashed against mine.

My eyes fluttered close as I invited his tongue into my mouth. My hands held the back of his head when the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. I moaned out when I felt him growing between my legs.This would be one night and one night only, I said in my head.What happens in the Bahamas stays in the Bahamas.

The throbbing between my legs was now unbearable. It couldn’t wait until we made it back to the room. I needed Crown to put this fire out right now.

“Crown,” I cooed between kisses.

“Hmm?”

“Put it in,” I whispered.

“I ain’t… we don’t have a rubber, love.”

Shit.

He was right, and the last thing I wanted to hear was that I got pregnant by a rapper on purpose just toupmy lifestyle. That’s precisely what the blogs would say, and his fans would think. I’d be all kinds of slut and wouldn’t hear the end of it. They’ll drag and turn me every which way but loose. I’m already knowing.

But damn.

This fire was still lit.

Grabbing Crown’s neck, I began to suck on it slowly and grind my pussy against his hardness.

“Fuck,” he groaned out. “You’re making it really hard, Miss Love.”

With me still connected to his body, Crown walked back to shore. He slipped his Amiri shirt over my head, and it stopped right under the cuff of my cheeks. Crown pulled his jeans on, grabbed the rest of our clothes and shoes, and we began walking back to the townhouse.

While on the way back, I wondered if his dick was big for no reason. I wondered if his stroke game was terrible. I wondered if Crown ate pussy and if he did it well, and I’m not talking about no cat licks, either. I wondered if I should suck his dick tonight. Every thought I could think of came to the forefront until we entered the townhouse. Now my ass was scared, but I wasn’t backing out. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I didn’t handle this ache.

Crown didn’t put me down until we returned to the townhouse. I went to start a shower for myself while Crown decided he needed to smoke. I had time to rethink my actions under the hot water.

“You’re grown, Kupid. Having sex with him does not define you. It’s one time. No one will know.” I said all of that out loud to myself.

My mouth shut when I heard the bathroom door open. I froze with the loofa to my body. The shower door was clear; therefore, Crown could clearly see me in this awkward moment. I couldn’t see him like he could see me—just the outline of his body, and it was coming closer. The door slid open, and I was shocked to see Crown naked. My eyes automatically dragged his chiseled body down to his third leg.

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