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River Ashland

W atching this man two-stepping to "Missing You" off the Set Off soundtrack really had me wanting to go upside Crown's head.

He didn't even let me finish what I had to say before jumping to conclusions.

I get how he took what I said out of context, but it didn't warrant all of this.

Letting him get his shit off, I sat on the bed, crossed my legs, and grabbed my phone from the nightstand and started recording this nigga.

I made sure to record what he did to my glasses because no one would believe me otherwise.

The song played twice before Crown turned it off and stood in front of me.

"I hope you got that breaking up bullshit out of your system," he said, looking down on me. I tossed my phone to the side and shook my head.

"I wasn't breaking up with you. I was trying to say, the kind of man you are, isn't what I thought I wanted, but it's everything I need.

I don't agree with a lot of your decisions.

.." I held up the padlock with my glasses dangling from it as an example.

"But I love how passionate you are about me.

.. about us. I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate the time you've spent in my life. "

"Damn, Four." He chuckled. "Why you ain't say that shit before a nigga got in his feelings?"

"I tried!" Laughing, I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck. I tugged gently at the ends of his braids. "You need your hair redone."

"I know. You gon' handle that for me?"

"Only if you handle something for me first."

Palming his chest, I pushed him back to give myself some room. With my eyes locked on his, I stripped out of the t-shirt I wore and tossed it at him, hitting him in the face.

"Let me find out your ass been fake blind all this time," he joked.

"For one, I'm not blind, and two, who the hell would fake like they're blind?"

"Stevie Wonder. They said that nigga can see."

"Stevie Wonder cannot see!"

"I'm telling you it's all on TikTok how that nigga be driving and shit."

Rolling my eyes, I turned around and slipped my panties off. This man wanted to talk about Stevie Wonder's sight when I was trying to put this pussy on his face. Palming the bed, I parted my legs wide and arched my back, giving Crown a full view of my pussy.

"What did the doctor say at your last visit?" he husked.

I couldn't see him, but just feeling his presence so close without touching me turned me on. I worked my hips, grinding back and forth just how he liked.

"Four."

I stood up and faced him, my eyes sparkling with the need to feel him inside of me.

"I don't care what the doctor said. I'm tired of hearing how much you love me. I want to feel it. Plus, I think I'm ready to moan out I'm Mrs. Gravehart even when I'm not." I smiled, letting my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

The urge to reach out to satisfy my hunger for Crown was killing me.

My man was fine. His skin was dark like chocolate, a face only God himself could've crafted, hands calloused and tantalizing whenever they touched me.

Crown wasn't doing anything but standing there with hooded eyes, yet he was still robbing me of my breath.

"You talking that shit I like to hear but you know what comes with you moaning it, right?"

My gaze flickered downward as a soft blush rose to my cheeks.

I knew exactly what came with giving in to Crown.

He wanted forever, and until this point, I've been too scared to give it to him.

A small, hesitant smile tugged at my lips.

I looked up, catching his gaze, and blushed harder.

My eyes never left his as I pulled my curls from the ponytail that he put them in.

Shaking them out, I let them fall just how he liked.

"Triplets," I softly purred before spinning on my heels and walking into the bathroom.

Looking behind me to see if Crown followed wasn't needed.

I felt him, his skin never touching mine, but his presence wrapping me in its arms. Stepping into the shower, steam rose as I leaned into the warm spray.

Seconds later, Crown stepped in, eyeing me lustfully.

Standing directly under the showerhead, I became soaked, my curls deflated as my hands traveled along my body.

My touch, Crown's eyes following my hands like a needy dog.

They were focused, dark, and heavy with desire.

Each part of me was touched by my hands but devoured by his gaze.

"Crown," I cooed, closing my eyes.

"Nah, don't close 'em. I wanna see you." The heat behind his words was undeniable and demanding.

My lids peeled open. My body started to tingle not from the heat of the water but from the ache pulsing between my legs. Unable to control myself I parted my thighs and rubbed against my clit. My nipples hardened against my free hand. Watching me, Crown's jaw tensed.

"Baby," I whimpered. Eyes fluttering shut I pressed harder against my clit. "Fucck!"

My hips wound, but it wasn't enough to send me over. I needed him.

"Cro—" His calloused hands squeezed at my throat, choking his name out of me.

"Kiss me," he demanded.

My lips parted, inviting his tongue inside. Our mouths collided in heat. We kissed sloppily, eager, unrestrained. I felt suffocated by the love Crown was feeding my body.

"You feel how hard my dick is for you, Four? That's how much I'm in love with yo' ass."

Crown fed me his words, and our lips slipped, parting with wet, desperate sounds.

"Give it to—" Crown tossed my hand to the side, wrapped my leg around his waist then dropped every inch of his dick inside of me.

"Shiitttt," I hissed. A pulsing pain ached against my scar, a reminder of what I've been through.

"Four, tell me if I'm hurting you."

I blinked, waiting for the pain to dull itself.

"Four, I'ma?—"

"No," I squealed. "I'm fine. Just go slow." I smiled.

"You sure?" he asked, voice rough like gravel soaked in honey.

"Yes."

Crown didn't understand that he wasn't the only one in need. His body against mine, slow stroking between my legs was a gravity I couldn't resist. I sucked in a sharp breath as the pain hit again. It was probably too soon, but I needed this.

"You're still healing, Four. We can do?—"

"I don't care," I whispered, tilting my head upward enough to look him in his eyes. "I want you... Now."

I bucked my hips forward, snaking my pussy along his girth.

Crown didn't have to fuck me because I was more than ready to fuck him.

Moving his hand to the small of my back, he guided my movements.

We both looked down, our foreheads touching as we watched my pussy swallow him then release him covered in my juices just for the shower to wash it away.

"Fuck, Four!" He let out a low growl, then leaned me against the shower wall.

"Don't drop me," I whimpered still rocking along his dick as he stroked in out of me.

"I got you." My right leg was still in the folds of his right arm. His left hand slid up my sides, his palm feeling like silk against my wet skin until it gripped my throat. Not hard, but enough to make my knees tremble.

"Crown, you feel so good in me, baby. Mhmmm," I moaned, not caring how silly I might've sounded. I wanted Crown to know just how I felt about him. Reaching around, I grabbed at his waist, doing my best to guide him deeper inside.

"Show me you miss your pussy, Crown. I know you do, but I wanna feel it. Shiiit yesss, dick me down."

"Four," Crown gritted. His body slapped against mine, water sprouting off our skin. "You talking that good shit but you ain't showing me you can take it. Grip this dick, Four. Tighten up for yo' husband."

Doing what he asked my walls clamped around his dick, his thrusting slowed but the grin on his face got my pussy wetter.

"Yeah, Four, baby, just like that. Make a nigga work for it."

He leaned forward, squeezing my neck tighter until my mouth popped open. Shoving his tongue inside, I sucked hard. Crown let my neck go and brought his mouth to my ear.

"I need to hear it," he rasped against my ear. "Say you love me."

I moaned as his teeth grazed my shoulder, my hips curled forward into his. The pain from my surgery or pleasure, I couldn't tell which was which, but in this shower, I've never felt more alive.

"I love you," I breathed.

"Say it like you mean it." Crown pulled out of me, his eyes burning into mine.

"I love you, Crown. I fucking love you."

Smirking, he lifted me like I weighed nothing, carried me into the bedroom, and pinned me to the bed. The sheets clung to my wet skin.

"Crown," I moaned as he thrusted into me in one deep stroke.

My legs wrapped around his waist. His body fell against mine.

My fingers tugged on the wet ends of his braids.

Crown's dick slammed in and out of me roughly but controlled enough to keep from hurting me.

His body pressed against mine, the heat of our love surrounding us.

If this was love, whatever Sincere and I had didn't compare.

I was lost in Crown and never wanted to be found.

"Tell me who you are," he demanded, unwrapping my legs from around him. He placed them in the folds of his arms and leaned forward until my knees met my ears.

"Crown," I cried. A warmth began to rise. A soft pull building each time his dick knocked against my cervix.

"Tell me," he demanded again, thrusting harder. "Say it."

"I'm Mrs. Gravehart even when I'm not," I whimpered, my voice breaking.

"Louder!" The growl of his tone sent me over the edge. My back arched as Crown knocked my pussy loose, making stars explode behind my eyes.

"I'm Mrs. Gravehart even when I'm not," I declared, sealing my fate.

"That's right," he growled, lips crushing mine in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs. "You're mine. Say that shit."

"I'm yours," I moaned, over and over, every word caught between breathless gasps.