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Karrueche’s so basic; Chris didn’t even want to deal with her! He had his Mama to take of her!
This is for you Team Pregnant Sex & Team Back (Front?)-shots!
Aria I would suggest you try remembering the gist of what you wanted to say in your ‘long ass review’ (lol) and just type it all for this chapter.
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Love… Chapter 22
Chris disconnected the call with his mother after they spoke about the plan to rid his life of his former fiancée went without a hitch. He lay in bed in the hotel suite in New York he’s sharing with Rihanna late in the night watching a Dragon Ball Z marathon while she showered.
A week ago when he visited Rihanna after their quarrel, they lay in bed together cuddling and discussing plans for their future. He told her of his plan to erase Karrueche from his life. However they needed to act natural like nothing’s changed so they wouldn’t arouse suspicion.
So Chris returned home and acted as though everything was cool. He didn’t discuss his whereabouts the previous night, and he knew his fiancée wouldn’t press him about it. But some things did change. The R&B star stopped sleeping with her, he was barely at home because he spent the majority of his time with Rihanna, and when he was at home, he only engaged Karrueche in conversation when it was necessary.
Chris still allowed her to go on her frequent shopping trips because he knew if he didn’t, she would immediately get suspicious. All the while the singer was making plans with his mother and Mijo to eradicate the aspiring-model from his life forever.
After seven days transpired, Chris woke early in the morning to pick his mother up from the airport and meet Rihanna. From there the couple took a flight to New York to confront Jay-Z in two days.
On the plane the singer cancelled all of his credit cards and changed his phone number. Rihanna sat next to him on their first class flight laughing as she imagined Karrueche’s facial expression knowing that her high-posh life was ending. It serves her right too, the Barbadian told herself. When you use people, it comes back on you.
“You do know that according to California law, she can legally keep her engagement ring, right?” The singer recalled the mother of his child telling him on their flight. “Even though it was a conditional gift, since you—well Mommy—broke off the engagement, she’s entitled to keep her ring?”
Looking to his right Chris grinned at his girlfriend and said, “Yeah but Kae don’t know tha’.” They shared another laugh together and he sighed happily when he felt Rihanna’s head resting on his shoulder. He circled his arms around her and together they slept in that position for the duration of the plane ride.
The R&B star heard the shower water turn off and his thoughts of their flight were cut short. Chris sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that it was going to take Rihanna a while before she left the bathroom. Ever since they reconnected, the pop star absolutely refused to allow him to see her naked, so they never made love. Whenever they spent time together, all they did was make out and pet heavily through their clothes. He knew she was feeling insecure about the change in her body, but Chris tried to convince her that he didn’t care about her shape because she was carrying his child. He still loved her regardless.
Their lack of lovemaking was wearing thin on the singer, but he didn’t want to pressure Rihanna into having sex when she was feeling uncomfortable. I have to ease her into it, but how?
His dark brown eyes focused on the bathroom door when he heard it open. The love of his life stepped out wearing a large, knee-length plain white t-shirt, red plaid pajama pants, and thick white socks. Her hair was tied with a floral-printed scarf and to Chris, Rihanna never looked more beautiful.
She turned off the bathroom light, closed the door, and rubbed her belly before walking towards their bed. Chris slid over and pulled back the covers to allow Rihanna to get underneath them. Once she was settled, he pulled her into a spooning position and kissed the back of her neck, breathing in the heavy scent of cocoa butter.
She smell like this shit all the time now. “Babe, can I ask you somethin’?” Chris spoke before releasing her to turn off the bedside lamp.
Softly smiling with her eyes closed while she pressed her back against his bare chest and covered her arms over his, Rihanna nodded. “Yeah.”
“Why you always smell like cocoa butter now?”
Opening her eyes and turning around to stare at her child’s father, Rihanna raised a quizzical brow before asking, “Why do you ask? That’s a strange question.”
Lifting himself in a sitting position, Chris rested his back against the headboard and brought his girlfriend with him. He pulled Rihanna against his chest and rubbed her shoulders before saying, “I mean, it don’t stank or nothin’ but babe, I’m gettin’ sick an’ tired of smellin’ it. I know you got somethin’ else.”
“Well too bad, nigga. You gonna have to get used to it, ‘cause this is all I’m gonna use until I have this baby.” Rihanna chuckled when her boyfriend bit her shoulder at her retort. “Cocoa butter is supposed to help get rid of stretch marks. I can’t tell though ‘cause I got them on my hips now.” She folded her arms over her breasts and huffed. “But I’m gonna keep using it anyway.”
“Well I wouldn’t know since you won’t let me see you naked.” Chris muttered into her headscarf.
Looking over her shoulder the Bajan asked, “What was that, Chris? I didn’t hear you.”
Shaking his head, the singer looked at her and replied, “I didn’t say nothin’.”
“Okay.” Rihanna reached for his hand and placed it over her belly. She covered his hand with hers, looked down at her round stomach and spoke to their baby. “CJ, Daddy is a lying piece of shit. And I want you to know that. He wants to see me naked so he can do naughty things to Mama, but Mama don’t want Daddy to see her naked. And he can’t understand that so he’s acting like a baby right now. He’ll get over it though.”
Tossing his head back to laugh, Chris responded after he calmed down. “CJ, Mama has a bad cussin’ addiction and she needs to quit befo’e you get here. Mama also got her goodies on lock and she knows it’s messin’ wit’ Daddy’s mind, and somethin’ else, too. She can’t understand tha’ I don’t care ‘bout how she looks ‘cause I love her ass, ugly, fat, stretch marks, big fo’ehead, all tha’. Now Mama needs to quit actin’ like a scared little girl an’ let Daddy break it off in her draw’s, ‘cause Daddy’s goin’ crazy not gettin’ it in an’ shit.”
“Oh wow!” Rihanna managed to breathe out between her chortles. “Tell me how you really feel, nigga!”
“Shi-i-i-it, it’s true.” Chris rubbed his hard dick against his girlfriend’s ass, and was happy when she rotated her backside against it. Nibbling on her earlobe, the singer reached for her swollen breasts to cup and fondle. Gently massaging her tender mounds, he whispered in her ear. “C’mon Rih. I wanna fuck. Let’s make love tonight. I been told you I don’t care ‘bout tha’ oth’r shit. I jus’ wan’ you.” He kissed his way down from her ear to her neck and suckled at the soft flesh, relishing in making her giggle in the process.
The songstress couldn’t lie to herself; at the moment she desperately wanted Chris, too. Her pussy was throbbing and she felt her panties sticking to her core, fully soaked with her fluid. The pop star blamed her pregnancy, but her body tonight was extra sensitive and feeling her lover’s fingers gently pulling and tugging her nipples through her t-shirt was more than enough to make her come.
Rihanna closed her eyes and leaned her head back to rest against Chris’ shoulder for support. “Ooh… ooh, Chris…” She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing her center to control the pulses that emanated from there. I’m so close… Please don’t stop, Chris. Her mind was racing and in her lust-fill haze she almost released her inhibitions to allow Chris to make love to her all through the night.
“I will live forever!”
The expectant mother opened her eyes hastily and raised her head from the singer’s shoulder. She looked at the television screen, where the outburst came from, to watch Cell bait and battle with a worn-out, beaten, and bloodied, Super Saiyan 2 Gohan. Looking from the action anime series and back at her boyfriend Rihanna asked, “Chris, what do you got us watching?” Secretly she was both thankful and disappointed for the distraction, but more thankful because now she could compose herself and regain control again.
“Fuck!” Chris hollered as he released her breasts and used his fists to pound the mattress in frustration. “Fo’ real though, Robyn? Damn!” He was hot and bothered, and so close, but all his girlfriend wanted do was ask him about Dragon Ball Z? The blasphemy!
Playfully smiling at him while blinking innocently, Rihanna told him, “Yeah nigga. This shit looks kinda hot. And since the TV’s on showing this shit, you obviously wanna watch it, too.”
Ignoring the expletives Chris muttered under his breath, the songstress reached for his arms to wrap around her body. She reclined against his chest and exhaled heavily to relax and enjoy their night of the Dragon Ball Z marathon.
Deciding it would be better for the both of them to not vocally express how angry he was because his dick wasn’t deeply submerged inside of her, Chris kissed the top of Rihanna’s head and together they watched television.
*****
Chris used the fingers on his left hand to separate Rihanna’s nether lips to fully lick her body. His right hand groped, tugged, and fondled both of her breasts, moving back-and-forth so they each received the same amount of attention and pleasure.
It was daylight and Rihanna was still asleep, completely unaware of what her boyfriend was doing to her. Chris used the opportunity to strip his girlfriend of her ugly, flannel pajama pants, and lift her oversized t-shirt to her shoulders so he could take full advantage of her body.
The singer marveled at her full, round belly once he lifted her shirt. It was the first time Chris has seen it up close, besides the magazine cover and Twitter picture and he felt his heart stop. He couldn’t breathe; it was difficult for Chris to ingest the fact that his child was living, breathing, thriving inside the woman he loved. Curiosity got the better of the R&B star and he gently placed his palm over Rihanna’s stomach and stared open-mouthed when he felt his child move around.
“Damn…” Chris whispered, remarking at the plethora of emotions taking over him. “This shit is really happenin’.”
Returning to his original task, Chris knew it wasn’t right to take advantage of her while she slept, but he had enough of wanting her and not receiving anything! The singer released her breasts and used his hands to grip Rihanna’s thighs to spread her wide open. He dove in between her legs and firmly suckled her clit before swirling his tongue around the engorged bud.
Extending his middle finger, Chris gradually penetrated the Bajan and thrust himself in and out of her body, never removing his lips or tongue from her erect pearl. She taste sweet’r than befo’e. Got damn I can eat her pussy all day!
Through her sleep Rihanna felt the marvelous sensations of lips, tongue, and fingers at her body’s core and she released a gentle sigh. Unaware of her sleep-induced actions, the songstress thrust her hips upwards to receive more of the wonderful passion in between her legs. When that maneuver wasn’t enough, she reached down to touch herself to increase the amazing feeling that was radiating from the center of her thighs.
Rihanna felt short, curly hair underneath her palm and it didn’t matter because the more she pushed against the soft hair, the more the phenomenal feeling was enhanced. The pop star felt her legs involuntarily spread to receive more pleasure, and she used both of her hands to clutch and grab at the hair, pushing the soft mass forward against her. This dream feels too real. I don’t wanna wake up.
Rihanna felt her lower muscles tense right before she exploded against the mass of curls she tugged and pulled. Blinking away the sunlight that was blinding her hazel-green eyes, the songstress gradually opened them once her eyes got used to the daylight in the bedroom. “Shit, that was the best wet dream I ever had.” She groggily spoke in the air.
Pulling his face from her body, Chris looked up at his bleary girlfriend and grinned. “Babe, tha’ wasn’t no wet dream you had. Tha’ was me.”
Her mind immediately became alert, and her ears perked when she heard her boyfriend’s southern accent. Rihanna lifted her upper body on her elbows to stare down at the beaming face of Chris Brown. His lips and around them glimmered with her juices, and the Bajan wanted nothing more than to slap the silly smile he wore from his face.
“Chris!” The songstress bellowed in their room. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Feeling himself getting even more turned on by her outburst, the singer responded, “I jus’ made you come. And now I’m ‘bout to take you down.”
Rihanna scowled at her boyfriend as she tugged down her t-shirt and tried to close her legs. Her scowl deepened when Chris used his strength to keep her thighs apart, and her irritation doubled when she heard his laughs.
“Babe, I’ve been doin’ this fo’,” he looked at the digital clock on the nightstand to mentally count the time from when he started till now. Facing her with a widespread grin Chris told her, “fo’ thirty-seven minutes. It’s too late to cover yo’ body an’ shit. I done already seen you naked.”
“Chris!” Rihanna repeated as she still tried to pull her t-shirt down. “But… I-I-I’m…”
“…beautiful.” Her boyfriend breathed. “Rih why you makin’ this hard fo’ yo’ self? I know you wan’ it. Jus’ take it an’ quit trippin’ girl.”
The pop star used her hands to cover her hips so Chris wouldn’t see her stretch marks. She sighed dejectedly, falling back on her pillow to look at the ceiling. Voicing her insecurities, she told him, “Nigga, you’re the one always talking about how you like those perfect model chicks and shit. How do you think I’m supposed to feel knowing what you like and me looking like this?”
Rihanna was extremely aroused however; in her mind she battled her insecurities about her body as her control slipped. Heaving densely while she felt her boyfriend’s lips kiss nearly every mark of her shame the Bajan breathed out, “But… my stretch… marks…”
Releasing his lips from her hip to continue his journey along her body, Chris looked at the mother of his child and stated, “A real nigga don’t care ‘bout tha’. A real nigga knows an’ he understands tha’ shit.” He placed a quick peck on Rihanna’s stomach and rubbed the spot before lifting his body slightly to capture one of her full breasts in between his lips.
Closing her eyes and clutching his head to push him fully against her breast, Rihanna thought with a gentle smile, This nigga really is taking advantage of me. He knows I like it in the morning. Sealing away her insecurities, Rihanna relaxed and enjoyed her boyfriend pleasuring her. This feels too good for him to stop.
She felt Chris squeezing and kneading her mounds and the songstress briefly wondered if her child’s father was enjoying the fact that he finally had breasts to play with. Nigga ain’t slick, Rihanna humorously told herself.
Chris ceased his ministrations and surprised Rihanna by standing from the bed. He looked down at his girlfriend and wickedly grinned when he reached for her ankles and turned her body around to face his. He pulled at her legs until her bottom was hanging off the edge of the bed. Closing her thighs around his bare hips, the singer leaned down and jovially wiggled his eyebrows at the Bajan, who in return giggled.
“I hope you ready, ‘cause it’s time, Rih-Rih.”
Feeling Chris’ thick, long dick twitching vigorously against her wet center caused Rihanna to shudder crazily. She felt the R&B star rotating his hips, grinding against her flesh which saturated his length with her honey. Reaching for his shoulders, the pop star dug her nails in his skin and hissed out, “Yes-s-s-s-s.”
Swiftly Chris entered her and once fully inside he immediately paused, choking from the feeling of being inside his pregnant girlfriend. Feeling her tight, moist coils enclose around his dick was pure euphoric bliss. Shit! Got damn! Fuck!
The singer’s breathing became heavy as he felt Rihanna’s wet walls sucking the life from him. He pressed his fingers deep in her hips and gave Rihanna five deep strokes before coming inside of her. Damn this some good pussy!
Chris collapsed on top of Rihanna, taking extra precaution to not crush her stomach with his weight. His dick was still hard so he rotated his hips against her until he was able to regain the energy he lost a few seconds ago.
“Nigga, that’s it?” The Bajan looked at her boyfriend, puzzled that he barely started and was already finished with their lovemaking. “That’s all you got? You got me all hot and bother for that shit?”
Giving his girlfriend quick kisses all over her shoulder and chest, Chris breathed into her skin. “Luv, they ain’t lyin’ when they say ‘pregnant pussy is the best pussy’. Jus’ give me a minute and I’mma work this Daddy dick in ya.”
Smiling down at her unborn child’s father, the pop star reached for Chris’ head and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss. She lifted her hips to start their session again, and gently bit his lip when she felt Chris match her movements with deep, slow thrusts.
He lifted himself from her body and reached for her ankle to place on his shoulder. Grabbing her other free leg, Chris wrapped it around his waist to further spread Rihanna open.
Making sure both of her legs were locked, Chris palmed her belly to speak to their child. “Sorry CJ if you feelin’ somethin’ right now. I ain’t gonna hurt you, but Daddy’s gotta take Mama down, okay?”
Rihanna laugh caught in her throat when she moaned aloud from the feeling Chris was giving her. She reached for his hips and slammed them against her, silently urging her lover to fuck her faster.
“Baby, but—”
“It’s okay, Chris. You won’t hurt me… or CJ. Just please…” Rihanna’s hazel-green eyes fluttered closed and her grip on Chris’ hips tightened. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, shuddering when she felt her boyfriend penetrate deeper and faster into her.
Damn it feels like she gon’ break my dick in half! This shit feel too good! The vice-lock on his length caused by Rihanna’s saturating walls made the R&B star groan from deep within his throat. He grabbed both of her breasts, clenching the soft flesh underneath his palms.
Chris gave Rihanna deep, hard, long strokes, making sure every inch of his length deeply pleasured his lover. He angled his hips slightly and reveled when tears streamed down Rihanna’s face and her cries of lust became louder.
“Baby, ooh…” the Bajan managed to speak in between her gasps. “That’s… that’s my spot. Please don’t… stop…”
The singer’s chest swelled with pride knowing that he was stroking her G-spot. Chris knew she was going to come soon, and it was difficult for him to hold back, too. He pinched her nipples and amplified his motions, making sure to stroke the tip of his dick along her G-spot with every thrust.
Keeping her eyes closed, Rihanna reached down to play with herself, massaging and rubbing her fingers against her clit. Her legs trembled against Chris’ body and she howled when her pussy squirted against her boyfriend’s hips.
“Damn, girl.” Chris looked down and grinned proudly when he felt her wetness drowning his dick in her pool of nectar. As many times as he made Rihanna come throughout the years, never before has he made her squirt! His ego expanded and it was difficult for him to contain. Never will Chris ever forget this moment. Her warm juices coating him, keeping him drenched made him fall over the edge, too.
The R&B star gritted his teeth and shut his eyes when he was hit with his powerful orgasm. Sensational tingles traveled along his nerves and centered at his pelvis. “Ahh!” He felt himself continuously spill deep inside of her and Chris pushed himself forward to make sure Rihanna received every drop of his essence.
When he was finished the singer opened his eyes and pulled out, laughing when their secretions flowed from his girlfriend to stain the side of the mattress and sheets. “Damn girl, we jus’ made a mess!”
Rihanna blinked her eyes open and tried to shut her legs but discovered the task to be impossible. She was aching terribly below her waist, and she became enamored with the erotic pain. Giving up on her bothersome chore, the songstress decided to leave her legs open. “Baby I don’t doubt it. That shit was the bomb!”
Chuckling at her outdated nineties slang, Chris fell on the bed next to her and pulled her body against his, placing her thigh over his hip. “C’mere girl.”
The pop star closed her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and kissed his Symphonic Love tattoo on his chest. “Damn Chris; that was some of the best I ever had!”
“Man Robyn,” Chris stressed her name while he caressed the base of her spine. “If this is how pregnant sex gon’ be, then we gon’ fuck everyday till tha’ baby comes.”
Rubbing her thigh against his dick, Rihanna kissed her way from his chest to his ear and cooed, “I see you still hard, nigga. We got time before my family gets here. Let’s go another round.”
Using his strength, the singer lifted the mother of his child on his waist and separated her thighs so she could straddle his hips. The extra weight was comforting for him and it only increased his desire for her when her curves melded into his toned body. Reaching for his dick, Chris slowly pushed inside of her and said, “We can do tha’. But now you gon’ have to ride this Daddy dick.”
No longer feeling insecure about her body, Rihanna palmed Chris’ chest for leverage and squeezed her inner muscles around him. She bounced repeatedly on his length and basked in every thrust, every push as they became one.
*****
Together Rihanna and Chris stood hand-in-hand the next day in the airport as they waited to pick up her family. They ignored the onlookers who were gasping at the audacity of the shamed couple blatantly displaying their public affection. The couple happily signed autographs for the fans that approached them to wish them well.
Seeing her family out the corner of her eye, minus Rajad, Rihanna whispered in Chris’ ear and pointed in the direction of her parents and brother. The couple politely thanked their fans and approached the group.
Rihanna beamed at her mother and engulfed her in a hug. She also embraced her father and Rorrey and welcomed them to New York. “I’m so happy to see y’all!” The songstress was especially happy that her mother and father came together after years of animosity to support her and Chris. Once she and Chris explained their situation to her family and their plan to stop Jay-Z for good, her family naturally complied to join the couple.
“What’s up, Chris?” Rorrey pounded his fist against Chris’ and gave him a brotherly hug. “It’s been a while man. How you feelin’?”
“Man I’m good.” The R&B star nodded at Rihanna’s younger brother. “Considerin’ everything tha’s goin’ on at least.” He added the joke to ease the tension of him being around his girlfriend’s brother and father again. He hasn’t seen them since February at Rihanna’s Valentine’s birthday party. And even then they only spoke briefly.
Standing in front of Chris, Ronald Fenty extended his hand and Chris gripped it and gave Rihanna’s father a firm handshake. “It’s nice to see you again, Chris.”
“Likewise, sir.” The singer agreed. Before he could say anything else, Chris felt his face being suffocated in a pair of large, soft breasts.
“Hey baby, we missed you so much.” Monica Fenty pulled the singer close to her chest and kissed the top of his hair. “I’m so, so happy that you’re here taking care of my daughter. She loves you so much.”
“Mom,” Chris huffed out as he tried to catch his breath. He appreciated the loving gesture, but his lungs didn’t. “I-I can’t… breathe…!”
Looking down at her chest, Monica gasped and released her hold on Chris. “Oh baby, I’m sorry.”
Rihanna laughed at her unborn child’s father’s red face and she knew he was embarrassed for having his head stuffed in between her mother’s breasts. “Chris, I wish you had a mirror right now! Ha, ha!”
Catching his breath, the R&B star smiled at Monica and told her, “I missed y’all, too.” And he meant it. The last time they all spent time together as one happy family was during Christmas in Barbados in 2008. His family flew down to the Caribbean to spend time with hers and together they enjoyed themselves as they got to know one another. We gon’ get those times back, Chris promised himself. Right aft’r we take care of some shit.
“I’m glad y’all came ‘cause we gotta do this right.” Chris took control of the conversation and reminded everyone why they were all in New York. He circled his arm around Rihanna and continued. “We gotta stop Jay an’ let him know tha’ he jus’ can’t go around treatin’ people any kinda way jus’ ‘cause they don’t live the way he wants them to.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Rorrey spoke. “I still can’t believe he did that shit. I mean, who does shit like that?”
“Exactly.” Chris agreed. “Which is why we gotta stop him. C’mon, I’ll tell y’all the plan on the way.”
“Okay.” Ronald, Monica, and Rorrey all followed behind Chris and Rihanna as they made their way out the airport. The destination: the offices of Roc Nation.
*****
I’m not even going to lie, this was absolutely one of the hardest (no pun intended) sex scenes I’ve ever written (wipes brow)! And I must tell you that it’s the final. I know I said this was the final chapter, but it just kept going, and going, and going (pun intended), and it wouldn’t stop. So I have to chop it in half, again. So, when will the story be finished? I don’t know. Maybe it’ll end at chapter 23 or chapter 24.
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