In the gritty streets of Harlem, where loyalty is everything and danger lurks around every corner, two seemingly perfect couples, Krystal and Shakur, live a life of wealth and allure. Married for two years, they present a polished image to the world...
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CHAPTER TWO
Rico found Krystal waiting for him at her penthouse door, leaning against the frame, her arms folded. She wore a red lace lingerie that looked like it was poured over her curves. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders.
"Kash," he said, his voice firm, knowing exactly what she needed.
She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You know what to do."
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him, their bodies pressed together. He could feel her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard through the lace lingerie.
She reached down and unbuckled his belt, her fingers working quickly. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing his hard dick. She wrapped her hand around it, her grip firm.
"Fuck, Kash," he groaned, his head thrown back.
She stroked his dick, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He could feel himself getting harder, and his need for her growing.
She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him. She loved being in control and he knew it. Krystal reached down placed a condom on, grabbing his dick, guiding it inside her.
She began to ride him, her movements slow and purposeful. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He could see the pleasure on her face, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted.
He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her hips moving faster. He could feel her getting near climax, her pussy clenching around his dick.
Rico sat up and wrapped his arms around her, his lips finding hers. He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwined. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his.
He broke the kiss and leaned back, his hands on her hips. He thrust up into her, his movements fast, just how she liked it. Krystal threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back.
"Fuck, Rico," she moaned, her fingers digging into his thighs.
He could feel her pussy tightening around his dick and her body tensing with every thrust.
"Oh fuck," Krystal cried out, her body shaking as she cum, her juices flowing over him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust up into her one last time, before he pulled out, his orgasm ripping through him as he came in the condom.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat.
"So when you gon stop playin' and divorce that nigga?" Rico asked her, breaking the silence as his gazed now lingered on her. Krystal stared at him, and for a moment, they both held each other's heated stares, as if they were communicating with their eyes and nothing needed to be said verbally.
