Page 14 of The Deed to a Gangsta's Heart

“What?”

“You’re gripping it like there’s actually something there.”

Armor released hearty laughter that made my heart flutter. “They some little nuggets but I’ma still show them some love.”

I laughed but it turned into a moan when he sucked my nipple before doing the same to the other. It seemed like he needed to have his way with me to calm himself, because after that, his urgent energy mellowed out. He picked me up and carried me over to the couch.

We undressed, and there was not an ounce of shame in me as I took in every inch of his wide, chiseled frame. I usually didn’t care about a man’s physique, but Armor was shaped like a god. I didn’t see an ounce of fat on his muscular build, and the tattoos on his arms, chest, and neck were like art on a beautiful canvas. His dick was long and meaty, and it made my mouth water. Before I could even drop to my knees, he was gripping my arm and turning me around.

“I can’t wait any longer, Luci. I need to be in you… now.”

I positioned myself on my knees as he sheathed himself with a condom. I was soaking wet, but there was still a bit of resistance because of his size. He was gentle, making sure I was comfortable before he started stroking me. His strokeswere long, swift, and hard. I fucked him back, and the sound of our bodies smacking against each other filled the room.

Whines and whimpers escaped me as I gripped the couch. Every methodical stroke was dizzying. It was taking everything in me to take his strokes, but they felt too good for me to run from them.

“Look at you,” he muttered, pulling my locs. “You taking this dick like you a big girl.”

“Mm… it’s so big and hard, Armor.Ooh wee.”

“Mhm.”

He smacked both ass cheeks before squeezing them. Eventually, my movements grew sporadic. Armor didn’t seem to care. In fact, he gripped my waist, arched my back, and kept me from moving. All I could do was accept the pleasure he provided. My body locked and toes curled as I came against him.

Armor pulled out long enough to flip me over and make his way between my legs. He went slow and long, causing me to cry out through trembling lips. Quiet curses escaped me. I could handle him fast and hard, but the slow, deep strokes were about to be my undoing. It didn’t help that he was looking at me with low eyes as he bit down on his bottom lip.

I pushed at his stomach, and he lifted my hands over my head. “Take it all,” he demanded, daring me not to with a circle of his hips.

My breath came out shaky as I wrapped my legs around him. When he lowered himself to kiss me, my eyes fluttered closed. The stickiness of my cum coating him grew louder. As soon as he released my hands, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted slightly and stared into my eyes as he continued to stroke me. It felt too intimate for a onenight stand, but it made me feel more connected to a man than I’d been in a while—even my last ex.

That truth had me closing my eyes as they watered. He cupped my cheek and whispered a low, “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

My eyes opened briefly and locked onto his. Before I could prepare, I was cumming again. That time, Armor came too. He didn’t disconnect us right away.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked, and I quickly shook my head. With a sexy chuckle, he pulled out, and I felt empty.

Armor carried me to the bathroom in the bedroom, giving me the chance to take in my surroundings. He set me on top of the counter and cut the water on. I laughed when he asked if the water had to be really hot. I told him that was my preference, but he could put it on medium if he planned to join me, and I was glad he did.

What started as us washing each other turned into a second round with me pressed against the wall and him stroking me slow and deep from behind. His fingers circled my clit as I whimpered and moaned his name. With my permission, he slipped his thumb into my ass, and with the combined pressure of him on my clit, I came almost instantly.

Armor picked up the pace, and when he growled against my ear, my entire body convulsed. He pulled out and stretched my ass deeply. Sweetly. When his middle and ring finger entered my pussy and stroked my G-spot, Armor had to use his body to keep mine against the wall. His palm brushed against my clit as he stroked my spot while fucking my ass.

I felt so full. So warm. So tight. My moans turned into me gasping for air. I came from every hole. Creamy cumgushed as I squirted, draining me of my energy. Armor released a sizzling breath and low, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” before I felt him throbbing inside of me as he came.

I was so weak all I could do was stand there and catch my breath. A minute or so passed before he pulled out and we washed ourselves. When we were done, I climbed into bed to rest my eyes for a moment before leaving. He surprised me by putting lotion on my body and holding me. I was in for another surprise when he called for room service, and they sent up a bottle of brandy and a tray of fruit even though they were technically closed. I wanted to question who he was to have that kind of influence, but I let it go.

Armor had a nightcap with me and made sure I was okay before telling me I could stay the night. He dressed and gave me a sweet kiss before leaving, and I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

10

Callie

I watchedRemedy as he put his gun in its holster. He stared at me through the mirror with a comfortable smirk. Today, he had his gold diamond grill in his mouth, and there was something about the combination of it, his blue suit, and the LA snapback on his head that made my pussy wet.

Of all the years I’d known him, I’d never dealt with being aroused by my best friend. Since I’d been staying with him, that changed. When I looked at him, I didn’t see the little five year old boy with glasses. I saw a handsome, established, grown man.

His caramel brown skin covered an athletic, tattooed build. A short beard wrapped around blunt brown lips. There was a small scar under his left eye. I loved his under turned hazel eyes. As pretty as they were, they didn’t matchhis rugged, mean appearance at all. It tickled me because he always wore a frown. I used to tease him about it all the time just to make him smile. I cherished his smiles. I loved that so many of them belonged to me.

“I don’t know any real estate brokers who carry a gun,” I said as I sat on the edge of his bed.

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