A red velvet rope separated VIP from the rest of the club. Two huge bouncers stood tall, working the rope. Recognizing Stackz, the red rope was immediately lifted, allowing him, Ava, and his entourage to walk through without question. Once everyone got settled in the booths, they began popping bottles and tossing back shots.
Hours passed. Everyone was feeling nice from the drinks and the cookie kush blunts that floated around the booths nonstop. Stackz and Ava were in their own world and had been all night. They danced together in VIP and whispered back and forth in each other’s ear, talking freaky. Stackz promised a tipsy Ava that later on in the room, he was going to spend until daybreak “touching the bottom.” Hearing him say shit like that was making her pussy wet and anxious to see if the big-dick rumors about him were indeed true. As the perfect night was drawing to a close, the bartender announced last call. Ordering one more bottle for the road, they all had a final drink before heading toward the exit of the club.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Outside the club, the streets were packed with people going to their cars, trying to get to their next destination, either the casino or the nearest White Castle. Not wanting to go home alone, guys were getting at females in the parking lot, trying to get some intoxicated pussy to warm their beds until daybreak. Across the street from Detroit Live, Rank and Mickey were parked, posted, with murder on their unsettled minds. The revenge-driven pair had been sitting there all night smoking blunts and popping E-pills, waiting in hopes to see Stackz, Devin’s killer. With their guns in their laps, Rank asked Mickey if he was ready. The answer was evident as Mickey slow stoked his pistol as if it was a cat in heat.
Both high and focused on revenge, the effects of the pills had them clearly not thinking right. The original plan was just to go, sit, and watch Stackz; see how he moved and what he was truly about. Yet, no sooner than Rank saw their mark exit the club with Ava on his arm, he threw the plan out the window, instantly becoming enraged. Hurriedly, he snatched his gun off his lap, pulling back the top, putting a bullet in the chamber. Mickey followed suit doing the same. Ready to make some noise and the news, they watched Stackz and Ava talk to a small crew of several guys as they stood outside of what had to be Stackz’s Range Rover.
“Look at this bullshit right here! This bitch fucking this nigga who murked our boy. Really, Ava? She wouldn’t give me the pussy, but him? That’s messed up.” Mickey rambled on out loud as if Ava could really hear him from across the street inside of the car.
People that were in the parking lot and on the side street were looking at the car Rank and Mickey were sitting in. Not used to going on missions without Devin there to instruct them on not being seen or heard, they were drawing way too much attention to themselves. T. L. noticed people looking in the direction of their car and got on high alert. Peering through the driver’s side window, T. L. easily recognized Rank and Mickey from his own low-key, much-better-executed stakeout.
Easing over to Stackz’s side, T. L. put him up on game, urging him to break out and leave the rest to him and the fellas. Ava peeped the mood change in Stackz, as well as everyone else standing around them. Asking if everything was good, Stackz assured her it was. He had no intentions to alarm her. He’d waited weeks to get the perfect pussy he’d seen in the hallway and wasn’t going to let having to kill two nothing-ass niggas get in his way.
“Naw, it’s all good this way. Just some loose-end business on the floor that needs to be picked up. Let’s just head out and go get our room for the night. You hungry? You want something to eat?” Stackz played it off, not yet knowing where Ava’s loyalties lay.
Making sure his date got in the truck, Stackz, being the gentleman that he was, shut Ava’s door for her. After saying a few more things to T. L. and Gee, he jumped in the truck as well. Busting a quick suicide U-turn in the middle of traffic, they hit a side street, and then made a right turn toward Jefferson Avenue. When he and Ava came to a red light, they heard a bevy of gunshots in the same direction they’d just left.
Ava looked back over her shoulder, down the block, trying to see what she could. “Oh my God, Stackz, I know you heard them gunshots.”
“Shawty, you safe; we both good, and that’s all that matters right about now,” Stackz replied, mashing the gas damn near to the floor. That gangster shit drama only made his dick rock hard. Headed to grab them a room for the night, he intended on giving Ava some serious pipe that would change her life.
* * *
It was pure pandemonium outside of Detroit Live as soon as Stackz and Ava were well out of harm’s way. Rank and Mickey instantaneously drew all eyes on them. Almost to their demise, they let emotions get in the way of sticking to the game plan and got caught slipping in their feelings. Only if they could have controlled their high, then they could have seen who and what they wanted to and went on about their way. They could have holed up somewhere in a spot and made some plan of attack on their newly sworn enemy: Stackz. But that was too much like right, and they were under direct attack.
This was the moment T. L. had been waiting for and had no intentions of holding them up. Not once caring about the multitudes of soon-to-be witnesses that were innocently standing around, he reached back in the small of his waist, pulling out his twin sisters. With two nine’s full-arm extended, T. L. let off round after round, gunning at his targets with intent to commit murder. Gee pulled out his gun and joined in on the assault.
As the ear-shattering sound of gunshots rang out, everyone start to scream, scatter, and try to take cover. Rank and Mickey wanted to get out of Dodge as well. They attempted to fire back but knew they had no win. Rank knew they weren’t going to live if he didn’t get them the fuck on. Trying to hold them off, he emptied his clip and dropped his gun down on the floorboard. He held his head tucked down, praying for Allah to help him get Mickey and himself home safely. Rank fumbled with the key trying to put it in the ignition. With the car taking hit after hit, it rocked from side to side . . . ironically, the same way they’d done Stackz’s beloved Jeep a few weeks back.
Blessed Rank finally turned the ignition over, starting the car. Under fire, he stayed low while yanking down the gear into drive. Slamming his foot down on the gas pedal as far as it would go, he recklessly hard whipped the steering wheel to the far right. “Stay down, my nigga,” he yelled to Mickey. “We outta this bitch!”
Sideswiping a few parked cars on his getaway bid, he struck a terrified female trying to get to her car; collateral damage. As Rank cut the corner, he ran into another parked car with some nosey-ass dudes in it watching everything go down as they smoked a blunt. After hitting them, he almost lost control, but straightened up and got the fuck on.
Not even attempting to shoot back, Mickey was cowardly balled up halfway between the seat and the floorboard. He’d already pissed on himself after the first round hit the back door and had zoned out. “Get us the hell out of here, man; drive, drive, oh shit! Drive!” Shaking, he kept thinking about the night he’d taken the two slugs in the shoulder and knew he didn’t want to feel that burning pain sensation now, again, or ever.
Rank drove the car off the main streets in case the police had a description of the car they were in. Still rattled, they gathered themselves together. After making sure they weren’t hit, Mickey and Rank went back and forth, trying to figure out how Stackz’s people knew who they were. They knew Ava didn’t have an opportunity to see them from where she was standing, and Leela was on their team. It didn’t take them long to both come to the same conclusion. At this point in the deadly game, it really didn’t matter how they knew who they were. Now it was all about who kills who first.
Back at the club, Gee and T .L. told the bouncer as much as he needed to know so he could cover his ass when the police showed up. Jumping in their rides before the fingers started being pointed out to the law, Gee and T. L. agreed to get together by noon the next day to talk about how to handle these clowns that were so brave to try to lay on them and Stackz tonight.
Stackz felt it was getting warm. Feeling the need to take his shirt off, he got it over his head and sensed Ava moving toward him. He felt her soft hands touching his abs, then trailing down to his waistband. He wasted no time hanging his shirt up on a hanger. Instead, he tossed it on the king-size bed and flexed his chest so it was jumping up and down.
Ava made a pleasing moan while watching him showing off. “Boy, I think that is so fucking sexy. Do it again for me.”
Stackz smiled with a smirk and complied. “Like this?”
“Yeah, Stackz; just like that.”
Stackz took his shoes off next, setting them in the corner of the room out of the way.
“Dang, I see you coming all out of your clothes and whatnot. I need to get a little comfortable myself. I’ll be right back.”
Stackz waited patiently for Ava to come out of the bathroom. He sat down on the bed and lay back on his elbows. After a short while, his bae returned. To his satisfaction, she blessed him by only having on a bra and panties. He’d seen her totally naked in the hallway of her house and had even held her nude body when she was struggling to get away, but this sight was so much different and alluring. Maybe it was the way the bra held her breasts close together and at full attention or the contour cut of the lace around her ass cheeks. Whatever it was, Stackz couldn’t stop smiling as he was all in.
“Well, what you think?” she asked, spinning around for his approval.
Stackz shook his head and tried to resist jumping up and taking the pussy where she stood. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s all good this way, ma; all good.”
Ava came and sat on the bed. Leaning backward, she rested her back against the headboard. The two talked about the things they like to do more in-depth than when they talked on the phone, but not like this; up close and definitely about to become personal.
As it seemed to be confession time, Ava told Stackz she liked to go out with her friends on weekends, drink strawberry daiquiris, and just enjoy life in general when she wasn’t in school. Stackz, being nosey, asked her how she paid for her classes.
After pausing briefly, she replied, “If I tell you, you might think less of me.” She looked away as if what she did for a side hustle was in any way close to the madness that Stackz was off into.
“Look, I’m very open-minded, baby. Sometimes we do things in this crazy-ass life that we don’t like to do, to better ourselves in the long run. Especially if we trying to make it out of the hood. You feel me? So keep it a hundred with me, and I’ll do the same with you; today, tomorrow and always.” His speech put Ava at ease.
“Okay, bae. Well, you already know I work at the doctor’s office, right?”
“Yeah . . .”
“Well, I kinda run scripts there; unauthorized scripts. I only try to hustle them when I have to pay for my studies or maybe some extra books.”
Stackz was quick to comply, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Okay, then. That ain’t nothing major or something a guy like me can’t handle. Like I just said, you gotta do what you gotta do in this world to get by.”
Ava smiled, letting her defensive guard back down in the dimly lit room, “Thank you, Stackz, for not looking at me sideways. I appreciate that; for real.”
“You mean the same way you could look at me after all the bullshit you know for a fact I done did? Dig this, Ava, I like what I see and what I’m hearing from you. You’re smart and beautiful. Plus, I feel like I’ve known you for a long time; like I’ve met you before.”
“I know, right? Strangely enough, I feel the same way, believe it or not.” Out of nowhere, Ava changed the subject, feeling shit was getting too deep for what she truly had on her mind. “I know this is off track, but all night I’ve been admiring your lips. Can you kiss, Stackz?”
Making the first move after Ava brought the question up, Stackz sat facing her. “Come find out.” Reaching for her chin, he tilted her head up to meet his lips. Kissing slow and passionate, their tongues danced in and out of each other’s mouth.
Stackz’s dick bricked up in his jeans attempting to burst free of its denim imprisonment. He held Ava close and their skin touched each other’s. Stackz felt Ava’s body grow warmer by the minute in his arms. Her kiss was intoxicating, and he wanted more as she slowly broke from their embrace. “Ava, can I have you?”
Immediately, Ava replied with her eyes closed in a sexy, whispering voice, “You already had me; since day one.”
As she sat back, Stackz kept his eyes focused on hers. “Can I lay my head in your lap?”
Ava nodded, bringing his head down onto her lap. With lust in her heart, she began rubbing his thick, brushed waves. She slowly stoked his head in soft circular motions while tracing the outline of his face with her finger. Before Stackz knew what he was doing, he was biting her camel toe. Ava didn’t stop him, even though she jumped. He kept at it, causing her to shiver from his biting and pulling at the material with his teeth.
* * *
Stackz’s mind was shouting, Nigga, fuck her good! Fuck her until she taps out! With his head in her lap, he looked up at Ava and before he knew it, said in a low, deep, seductive tone. “Can I eat your pussy?”
Hearing the answer was a quick yes, Stackz leaned up, snatching Ava’s body down the bed and flipped her over, all in one, strong-arm motion. He kissed the back of her neck and licked and sucked her earlobes. Ava’s moans filled with excitement and anticipation turned him on. With the edge of the blanket balled up in her fist, pulling at them, Ava raised her ass tooted slightly up in the air as if begging Stackz to take her panties off. Moaning in a low tone, she wiggled her body around in a crawling motion, not going anywhere.
Stackz began slightly sweating, and his dick started to throb uncontrollably. Grabbing her by the ankles, he flipped her back over. Not being able to resist any longer, he finally eased Ava’s panties down her legs. As they reached her painted pretty toes and feet, she opened her legs wide, allowing Stackz to finish taking the lace undergarment off. Tossing them to the chair on the side of the bed, he began massaging her feet, then her calves, then her thighs, until he reached her perfectly shaved kitty. As her body started to squirm, she turned her head, pressing the side of her face into the pillow.
Ava’s moans had Stackz on edge. He was wanting to fuck her even more but knew it wasn’t time. He knew he had to fuck her brains out, but not just yet; instead, he dry humped her, pressing his rock-hard manhood into her midsection so she could see what he was working with.
Stackz began to slip one finger, then two, inside of her hot, slippery, tight pussy. Ava’s body jerked as he explored her inner sanctuary, and the wetness dripped from his touch. He slowly began licking and sucking the pussy juice that had run down her thigh to the back of her knees. Stackz made sure to lick both places as Ava shook with pleasure.
Using both his thumbs, Stackz parted her pussy wide, and began going to work. Opening his mouth wide, he unleashed his tongue deep into her shaven hole. He flicked his tongue up and down inside of her, tasting her wet walls. Ava attempted to run from Stackz, but he held her hips and continued eating her out. Focusing on Ava’s clit, he stuck the tip of his tongue to it and started massaging it gently. After a few seconds of that, Ava was on the edge of the cliff and suddenly jumped off. Squirting come out of her tight little pussy into Stackz mouth, like the true freak he was, Stackz swallowed as much as we could while still sucking her pussy lips until she collapsed in ecstasy.
Stackz got up to wash his face. When he came back, he had a warm rag in his hand and placed it between Ava’s legs. As he washed her up, she smiled.
“I get it now why bitches keep your name in their mouths,” she smirked, watching his every move. When he turned to go wet the rag once more, she noticed a huge tattoo across his back but couldn’t make out what it said. “Hey, bae, what does that tat on your back say?”
Stackz return to the bedside, hot rag in hand. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he slightly lowered
his head so Ava could take in all his jailhouse artwork. Rising up, with both of her soft hands, Ava ran them over the shoulder to shoulder black-colored words and read the words aloud: 100% GANGSTER.
“Every day,” Stackz proudly stood to his feet turning around to face his queen. “Every fucking day!”
“Oh, it’s like that,” she smiled, knowing she finally had a real man ready to lead the way, not one of the suckers she’d been with in the past.
Stackz bent over, washing her cat once more. “Listen, Ava, want for nothing, ma, ’cause I got you. From this point on, no matter what jumps, I got you! We good!”
“Stackz, please don’t get me twisted! I’m not a ho like my sister. I don’t do this shit on the regular, I swear. I haven’t been with a man in an entire year and hadn’t wanted to until I met you. There’s just something about you that I can’t resist.”
“Baby girl, I’m feeling you just the same. I can’t explain it with words either, but I can show you.” Throwing the wet rag onto the floor, Stackz climbed on top of Ava, positioning himself so he could enter her hot, wet pussy. Her mouth opened wide, her back slightly arched, and she looked as if she wanted to scream, and it wouldn’t come out of her mouth as he slowly stabbed her with his dick. There was no feeling like the first time when a nigga slide dick up into new pussy. They both jointly wanted to remember the sensational feeling. Ava’s pussy was just as tight as he thought it would be. And his dick was just as hard as she imagined. They both knew this night was just the beginning of something deeper than sex.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Stackz dropped Ava off at home early the next morning. They had been up all night fucking hard and confessing all their sins. Ava got out of the truck feeling as if her life had changed for the better. Walking up the stairs and into the house, she was on cloud nine. Flashing back at the blissful time she had out at the club and at the room with Stackz, Ava didn’t believe things could get any better. She showered and lay in her bed. Closing her eyes, she was thankful it was the weekend. Because if it wasn’t, she wouldn’t be going to work or class the way Stackz had dicked her down. Not accustomed to the way he’d stretched her legs and pounded her cat, Ava need at least twenty-four hours to recover. Gripping her pussy tight, she thought about Stackz’s touch as she fell asleep.
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