I Need A Gangsta: Book Two (Gucci Gang Saga 2)

by B. Love

  Absently, Christian began to scratch her scalp between her braids. She hardly ever wore her own hair out because she hated having to maintain it. Her sister, Brook Lynn, helped her keep it healthy, though.

  “Need some help?” Nash wrapped his hand around her wrist and used it to pull her into his chest as she giggled.

  “What you know about taking out some weave?”

  “Whatever you teach me.” He took her by the hand and led her back into her home. “Come on.”

  When they made it to her bedroom, Christian showed him in her handheld mirror where to find the thread to cut. She was surprised by how gently he moved and how he took his time. As he cut the tracks from her hair, they made small talk about nothing important, laughing every once in a while when he’d pretend to cut her hair.

  His fingers slowly slid between her braids. Down her scalp. Tilting her head, Christian closed her eyes as he kissed her neck.

  “You are so fuckin’ beautiful,” Nash complimented before kissing her neck again.

  Turning on the bench at the foot of her bed, Christian faced him. Her hand cupped his cheek. Thumb caressed it.

  “Thank you, baby. Have I told you how handsome you are today?”

  Nash chuckled with a nod. “Yea. Like five times.” His hand gripped her braids and pulled gently. “I want to take you to the shower, wash your hair, and pull it as I make love to you.” Nash paused, licked his lips and swallowed before adding, “Can I do that?”

  Not wanting to seem too eager, Christian forced a slow nod and quiet, “Yes.” His eyes were compelling and magnetic as they assessed her response. There was a maddening hint of arrogance about him that aroused her. Or maybe arrogance wasn’t the right word. Maybe it was surety. Surety of all he had to offer and how good he could make her feel. Whatever it was, it demanded a better response from her. One that let him know she wanted this just as much as he did.

  Pulling her with a gentle roughness to him, Nash eyed every inch of her face as she inhaled a deep breath. His nearness was overwhelming. As he vetted her, Nash projected an energy and power that attracted her to him even more.

  “I didn’t hear you.”

  “Yes,” she answered again, louder this time. Her breath came out shaky before she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Yes… what?”

  “I want all’at,” she mimicked his lingo, sounding just like him.

  Nash chuckled, though she was dead fucking serious. It fell quickly though, and he licked those heart shaped, pink and brown, juicy ass lips. “You want all what?”

  “Of you. I want to make love to you too.”

  Without another word, Nash turned her around and began to unbraid her hair. Christian didn’t know what was a bigger surprise for her – the fact that this was the first time any man had ever done something like this for her… or the fact that it was Nash. Her best friend turned lover Nash. The hitta who was quick to pull a heist Nash. The savage who would fuck up anyone who fucked him over without a second thought Nash.

  Every time she allowed herself to truly surrender to this moment, she either smiled or giggled or had watery eyes.

  In her bathroom, they took turns stripping each other down. Even though she’d felt his dick pressed against her, this would be the first time she’d see it. Feel it. As her eyes lowered down his broad, solid chest and sculpted six pack, her heart hammered foolishly – sending signals to her overly anxious mind to settle down. But it didn’t. It couldn’t. Not when he finally dropped his boxers and showed her what he’d been hiding all along.

  Her body shivered as she released a shaky breath. His length – had to be capable of reaching the pit of her. Fuck being in her guts. Nash was about to connect his dick to her soul. His width – had to be capable of stretching her walls and ensuring no other man would ever be able to fit in and take up his space inside of her. His curve – God – his curve – had to be capable of causing her body to convulse within moments of entering her.

  Nash’s dick was perfect. From the long vein along his shaft to the darkened brown color that she couldn’t wait to taste with her mouth and stain with the nectar of her pussy.

  An invisible web of awareness was slowly wrapping around them, drawing them closer to one another. At this point, there was no turning back. Every fear Christian had of getting too close and falling deeply in love had been tossed out of the window the moment they started to undress.

  His hands slid into her wild, curly hair, and he massaged her scalp as he pulled her into his chest. Tilting her head back, Nash slowly slithered his tongue into her mouth. Christian weakened against him as she gripped his wrists to keep her steady. Pulling away, she sealed her eyes tightly and shook her head. Her heart was beating rapidly, and as calm and secure as she felt with Nash… there was still a part of her that was scared shitless.

  But for new reasons now.

  Like… being so drunk in love that she turned into a possessive stalker.

  Needing the dick so much that she started slacking in life and losing her independence.

  Becoming the type of woman that was so paranoid about what her man was doing that she wanted to be with him at all times.

  Just his kisses and caresses were on a level of intimacy she’d never experienced with anyone else.

  When it came to the subject of Christian Gucci, Nash was all knowing.

  “Don’t get in your head,” he whispered, lifting her head by her chin. “Stay in this moment with me.”

  “I feel like you about to fuck my life up,” she confessed, smiling when he chuckled.

  “Nah. I’m about to make that hoe better.”

  Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds before she felt strong enough to continue on. Christian grabbed her detangling mist and sprayed it all over before gently combing through her hair as Nash cut the shower on. They stepped inside, and as soon as he tilted her head back under the showerhead she giggled. The love that filled his service to her was enough to have her on the cusp of climaxing on its own. By the time they were done with their shower and drying her hair, her breathing had grown choppy. Needing to relax so she wouldn’t be too overwhelmed, Christian used her lemon body butter instead of her usual Jo Loves Pomelo so the tart, citrusy scent would help simmer her down.

  But that didn’t last long.

  As soon as they made it back into her bedroom, Nash was lifting her and placing her in the middle of the bed. Her pussy was already wet and waiting. And in this moment, she finally understood why Tyrell could hardly ever take his time with her. He’d wanted her so much that he couldn’t contain himself. She was in that same space now, with Nash.

  There was no desire within her for foreplay or for oral. Making love had ceased to matter to her. She wanted to fuck. Hard. And fast. But she knew that wouldn’t be the case, and she also knew she’d thank Nash for it when it was over.

  Making his way between her legs with a soft smile, Nash kept his eyes locked with hers. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but he spread them.

  “Not yet. I want to eat you first,” he informed with quiet emphasis. Cupping her cheek with the palm of his hand, Nash connected his lips with hers, devouring their softness. He placed a series of slow, shivery kisses to her lips before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. A quiet moan left her and became his as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Pulling away, Nash warned, “You keep kissin’ me like that, a nigga gon’ get a little rough with your ass,” as he made his way down her body.

  Her giggle turned into a moan at the feel of his tongue and fingers on her nipples. Spreading her legs wider, Christian squirmed underneath him. Everything Nash did was precise, passionate, and with purpose. From the way he kissed her and touched her to the way he looked at her and mind fucked her.

  The moment his teeth began to nibble her inner thigh, Christian looked down at him. Not wanting her thoughts to ruin this moment for her, she tried not to get stuck on the fact that she was about to make love to her be
st friend. Then it hit her… she should focus on the fact that she was about to make love to her best friend. Best friend turned lover. Lover turned sanctuary. Well, he’d always been that. Only difference now was he was her main source of peace behind God and herself.

  Nash moaned into her pussy before licking between her folds. Biting down on her bottom lip, she watched as his tongue went from her clit, to her opening, to her asshole. With slow, steady, strokes of his tongue, Nash pleasured every inch of her pussy before slurping her clit until she squirmed. Her nectar instantly began to pour just as rapidly as her moans.

  “You’re so good at this,” she complimented, back arching off the bed. “You’re making my pussy feel so damn good.”

  “This my pussy,” he corrected, tightening his grip on her thighs and entering her with his tongue.

  “Make your pussy cum then.”

  And he did – quickly, with no hesitation. Christian realized then that he’d been holding back and taking his time with her. Because not even a few seconds after she’d made her request Nash had her body trembling as her pussy pulsed.

  His middle and ring finger entered her, bending and telling a second orgasm to come here as he continued to lick and suck her clit.

  “Shit,” Christian whimpered, surrendering to her second climax.

  A part of her wanted to push him away, but the other part was enjoying his torturously tantalizing tongue way too damn much to make him stop. Gripping his shoulders, Christian fed him her pussy until a third orgasm shot through her, causing her to push him away and turn over to her side.

  But that didn’t make Nash stop. All he did was push her leg up and continued to feast as she bucked against him. He didn’t stop until she’d cum five times total and was completely drained of her energy. With limp legs, Christian panted as her eyes fluttered. Nash finally made his way up her body and Christian weakly pushed him away. He chuckled, making her smile.

  “You don’t want this dick now?”

  “I gotta take all that? It’s all for me?”

  Placing the head of his dick at her opening, Nash moaned into her lips, “Just for you.”

  Her nails dug into his sides and back arched as he slid into her. Arching her back, Christian inhaled a deep breath as her pussy stretched to fit him. When he was all the way inside, Nash paused and shook his head before mumbling, “Damn,” under his breath.

  “Feel good?” she asked, lifting her hips to match his slow strokes.

  “Good as hell.”

  Nash kissed her smile off her lips, but she wasn’t able to kiss him back for long. Not as the moans poured from her mouth. Everything she’d ever been missing with every other man in her love life… Nash gave. From his passion and intimacy to his slow, unhurried way of pleasing her body. Being in tune with her body. He wasn’t a selfish lover, and he made sure to notice what she reacted to most. Everything he did that made her moan, shiver, or close her eyes he capitalized on.

  When her walls began to tighten and heat, Christian’s eyes fluttered and mouth opened partially.

  “Hold that shit,” he ordered. “You cum, I cum, and I ain’t ready yet.”

  “I can’t hold it,” she whined, looking down at the connection of them.

  How fucking wet and nasty it looked. How slick and white his shaft had become. How deep he was going. How her pussy sucked him in and hid him there. How she cried out with each of his deeply long and hard strokes.

  “Oh my God,” Christian whimpered, squeezing her breasts as her back arched again.

  “Don’t you fuckin’ cum on my dick, sweetheart.”

  “Please, Nash.” Her voice broke and bottom lip trembled as her eyes watered. “Please let me cum.”

  “Fuck,” he gritted, wrapping his hand around her neck. “Cum,” he granted, and her body began to jerk underneath him instantly.

  The entire time she rode the wave, he kissed and nibbled on her lips, chin, cheek, and neck – and that only made her cum harder.

  Nash lifted himself from her chest and pressed her knees into the bed. His strokes increased to a medium speed as he dropped his dick deep inside of her. Their eyes remained locked as he fucked her, but she was the first to look away when it started to feel too good. Her hands went to his stomach, offering herself enough leverage and space to lift up and stroke him back, but Nash quickly pushed her hands away and pressed her even deeper into the bed.

  The second time she tried, he grabbed her hands and placed them on her thighs under his. “Stay like that,” he commanded, holding her hands in place. Giving up, Christian closed her eyes and surrendered to how good he was making her feel. If he wanted to do all the work, she would for sure reap all of the rewards.

  “This pussy is amazing, Christian. And you taking this dick so good too. It feels so good to be inside of you.”

  “Naaassshhh,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes tighter. “Shut up before you make me cum again!”

  Her mouth parted as her toes curled. Normally Christian would try her hardest to talk shit, but with Nash, no thoughts were forming. All she could focus on was the pleasure.

  “You know this pussy good. Listen to her. She talking loud and drowning my dick.”

  “I’m about to cum,” Christian warned, trying to slide her hands from under his.

  “No.”

  She smiled as his strokes began to speed up. “I’m about to cum for you.”

  “Chris…”

  “Cum in me.”

  His head flung back and mouth opened as he groaned. As his dick throbbed inside of her, her walls pulsed around him. Her body jerked as she came, and as hard as it was, she kept her eyes slightly open to watch as he came too.

  Pulling out of her quickly, Nash turned her around and put her on her knees.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to dig in this pussy from behind. To watch this fat ass shake while I fuck the shit out of you.”

  He entered her quickly, pounding into her with a fierceness that had her gripping the sheets as she begged for more.

  Snipe jobs were Leigh’s favorite because of how quick and clean they were and easy to execute. This afternoon was no different. She made herself comfortable on top of Premiere building two minutes earlier and waited for Emilio Sacatori to arrive for his business meeting. Not even a minute after he’d gotten comfortable in his seat, she’d sent a bullet through his head.

  Leigh made her way down the terrace and through the back-exit door. She went to the bathroom, where she was supposed to be all along, and removed her shades, hat, and gloves. In less than five minutes, she’d made two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for an out of state client while maintaining her biweekly meeting with her financial advisor. Outside of the strip club, Leigh also made money from stocks and bonds, but with the decline of the stock market when COVID-19 first hit, she’d been trying her hardest to monitor her money close enough to pull out of certain companies and stocks when need be.

  She casually made her way back into Mario’s office, where the sound of ambulance and police sirens gained both their attention minutes after. Faux ignorance filled Leigh as they looked out of his office window to see what was going on. Mario looked on until he saw paramedics rushing through the building across the street. As he mumbled about no area of the city being safe anymore, he returned to his seat to conclude their meeting.

  When it was over, she went to the lower level of the Premiere building to grab lunch. She’d been craving fried chicken but wouldn’t go and get that until it was time for dinner… if she couldn’t convince Christian to cook it for her. Even though Christian preferred baking over cooking, nothing could compare to her fried chicken. Leigh ordered a salad and a cup of soup from McAlisters before finding an empty table and calling Christian.

  “What they tell you,” were the first words out of Christian’s mouth.

  Leigh looked at her phone with wrinkled eyebrows before putting it back to her ear. “Who? Tell me about what?”

  “Money came to my ba
kery yesterday and Ransom had to talk some sense into me, so I figured that’s why you were calling.”

  “Hell nah. I was trying to get some fried chicken. What happened though?”

  “He came up here on some… trying to check my investment out bullshit. Listen. I ain’t got the patience to wait for them to come up with a master plan. Grandpa needs to take this L ASAP.”

  Scratching her ear, Leigh thought over their options quickly. “Let me check with my sources and see if I can find a weak spot. I agree with them wanting to play it safe, but I don’t want him to get too comfortable showing up places he doesn’t belong.”

  “Let me know what you find out.”

  “Aight. One.”

  “One.”

  “Wait!” Smirking, Leigh crossed her ankles and sat back in her seat. “Can you fry me some chicken tonight or nah?”

  Ransom

  Leigh wasn’t far along enough to be showing, but that didn’t stop Ransom from staring at her stomach every time he saw her. Just the thought of there being a baby growing inside of her… a baby that was half of him… it blew his mind every time. Shaking his head, Ransom stuffed his hands in his pockets as Leigh and Maria decided if they were going to approach him or not. When he accepted the extra ticket Taylor’s brother had to the Grizzlies game, possibly seeing her there wasn’t a thought. What was supposed to be a bonding moment for him and Taylor’s brother, Greg, turned into a double date when his girlfriend gave him a hard time about spending the night away from her. Double dates had never really been his thing, but he genuinely enjoyed spending time with Leigh and the rest of the crew.

  The wave he was on with her was always different from other women though.

  Taylor wrapped her arm around his, gaining his attention. He looked down at her, unable to resist smiling at her pretty ass.

  “You good?” he checked, wanting to remain in this present moment with her.

  “Yea. You?”