Gunz and Roses (2 page)

“So I guess your evil plan worked.” He moved his face closer to hers, his lips barely inches away from her wanting mouth.

“What evil plan?” Her lips nervously brushed up against his.

“To make my dick hard.” He took her hand and placed it on his growing manhood. Gray's eyes immediately grew wide with surprise. Gunz's dick stretched halfway down his thigh. “You feel how hard that is? You know you did that, right?”

“It's so big.” She absently purred, massaging him through his pants. The effects of the Long Island Iced Tea had officially kicked in.

“Keep it up and I'ma have to punish you.” He softly kissed her lips.

“Well, all right.”

“So what's the deal, shorty? You gon' kick it wit' a nigga tonight or what?”

“Are you askin' me or tellin' me?” She shot him a sexy grin, allowing her smile to glow in the moonlight.

“Stop wit' the cat and mouse game, Gray. You and I both know you coming home wit' me tonight.” He kissed her again.

Gray was so into the feel of his lips on hers that she didn't even notice his hand slip underneath her dress and between her thighs. Lightly, he began to thumb her stiff clit. She didn't intend to release a moan, but the tingling sensation that was building in her pussy was too much to bear. Caressing the side of his face, Gray became overwhelmed by the tip of his tongue as she moved his hand away. Gunz respected her choice, and instead decided to relish in the movement of their tongues slow dancing with one another.

“I knew you was wet.” He opened his eyes then pecked her lips once more before falling back.

Gray's mouth couldn't come up with the right words to say, she was so turned on. Gunz's captivating voodoo had completely taken over. Usually, she wouldn't let things go this far, but there was something about the gorgeous creature sitting before her that had her acting totally out of character. For some reason, she couldn't compose herself. Gunz looked good as hell slumped back in the driver's seat. His eyes were at half mast, as clouds of weed smoke drew pictures in front of his face.

“Look, this was fun, but I gotta go.” She opened the door, knowing it was past time for her to leave. With one foot on the pavement, she felt Gunz grab her hand and gently pull her back.

“Where you goin'?”

“This is just waaay too much. I'm drunk, and you're high and trippin'.”

“Man, close the door.” His tone was low but commanding.

Gray locked eyes with Gunz and wondered what it was about him that made her want to stay.

“Please.”

Inhaling deeply, she took a much needed breath and placed her foot back into the car and closed the door.

“What you runnin' for?”

“I wouldn't call it runnin'. I just know what's good for me.”

“Trust me, ma.” He kissed her lips again. “I know what's good for the both of us.”

“Well, if you know what's good, then you know you need to be taking me home.”

“Is that what you really want?”

Gray thought for a minute before speaking. “No.”

 

The scene was like something out of a film. Gunz and Gray entered his condo in complete silence. Nothing had to be said. Each of them knew what they were there to do. Gunz didn't even turn on the lights. The room was already dimly lit. That night, they would use the light from the city skyline as their guide.

Gray did a quick assessment of his place and was impressed. Gunz's crib looked like a mini mansion. Unlike your regular condo, this one came equipped with a living room, kitchen, two bedrooms, two baths, game room, sauna, and elevator. The bedroom itself was amazing. It had a sensuous, contemporary feel to it. It was beautifully decorated with the colors pale blue and grey. In the center of the room was a platform bed with a massive wooden headboard. Gunz had a flat screen television, but it was cleverly hidden in a slot at the foot of the bed. The only other things in the room were a stereo system and a life-sized telephone booth aquarium filled with African Cichlids and Puffers.

After throwing her purse on the floor, Gray sauntered backward to the bed, never breaking eye contact with Gunz. Turning around, she gazed over her shoulder, winked her eye, and slowly began to peel the upper half of her dress down. Gunz couldn't take his eyes off her ass. It sat up just right.

With a look of lust in her eyes, she turned around and unsnapped her bra. As it fell to the floor, she bit down into her lower lip and signaled for him to come to her. Gray aggressively took his face into the palms of her hands and kissed his soft lips.

Gunz was on cloud nine. He'd waited all night for this. Ready to do her thing, Gray pushed him down onto the bed. Standing before him, she continued her erotic strip tease by massaging her breasts and licking her nipples until Gunz couldn't take it anymore.

“Come here, man.” He spoke barely above a whisper because he was so dazed.

Gray did as she was told and switched her way over to her prey. Tired of playing games, he grabbed her by the waist and made her straddle him. Eagerly, he took each of her breasts into his hands.

“Not yet,” she moaned, pushing his hands away.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Gray twirled her hips to an imaginary beat. Gunz's dick was rock hard, and she could feel every inch of it. Smiling at a job well done, she ran her hands through her hair and then slid them down her body slowly while rolling her torso like a belly dancer. Gray was in absolute control and loved every minute of it. She swung her hair over to the side and made sure that he had a good view of her caramel-colored breasts.

This chick love to play games
, Gunz thought. His dick couldn't take it anymore, so he placed his strong hands onto her full breasts again. This time Gray didn't protest. Gently, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked. It tasted just like Hershey's Kisses.

The experience of his tongue on her nipples was sensational. Every lick was sinful and soft to the touch. The two didn't even realize it, but after a minute, they had unconsciously begun to clothes-burn one another. Gray was now grinding her hips even harder on his dick. Every time her pussy pressed up against his dick, she moaned.

The sound of her sweet groans sent bolts of intense electrical sparks throughout Gunz's entire body. He knew if he didn't stop her soon he would bust in his pants, so he took control of the situation by standing up and roughly laying her down on her back. Gunz quickly snatched off her dress, leaving her in nothing but a pair of four-inch stilettos. Grabbing the remote control, he turned on the stereo. “You Already Know” played in the background as he removed his thermal, boxer briefs, jeans, and Tims.

“You know I'm about to fuck the shit out you, right?” he stated, now on top. “But first you gon' let me taste the kitty?”

Gray didn't even get a chance to reply before Gunz's mouth and tongue were devouring the lips of her pussy. Normally, he wouldn't go down on someone so soon, but he was drunk, and tonight was different. Her pink clit was begging to be tortured and teased.

Pushing her knees up to her chest, Gunz smiled. She had to have the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. Gunz buried his face between her thighs and proceeded to give her insides an oral education. He used two of his fingers to spread her lips apart so that his tongue could toy with her clit. In a matter of seconds her pussy began to make it rain. Hot, creamy juices dripped from her lips and into his mouth. Gunz was eating her pussy so well she had no choice but to holler and scream.

“Oh, God!”

“You like that, huh?” he asked.

“Yeah, don't stop!”

“I'm gon' make you cum real hard, a'ight?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You ready?”

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees,” Gray squealed.

Never one to renege on a promise, Gunz placed two of his fingers inside her warm tunnel and started working them all around, while zoning in on her clit with his tongue. In a matter of seconds, Gray's thighs began to shake.

“Ooh, baby . . . I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” she screamed, clawing the sheets.

Wiping his mouth, Gunz made his way back up and said, “You want this fat dick, don't you?”

“Yes.” Gray panted, still reeling from her orgasmic high.

“You want me to work the middle?”

“Yes.”

“Goddamn, you wet. You gon' throw that pussy back?” He toyed with her by sliding his dick up and down the opening of her wet slit.

“Yes.”

“Then stop wit' the good girl act and tell a nigga how bad you want it.” He licked then bit her neck.

“I want it bad. I want it real bad,” Gray moaned, about to lose her mind.

“Say it again.”

“I want it real bad. Fuck my pussy until I—”

Gray couldn't finish her sentence. Gunz had already rammed his thick, ten-inch dick inside her pussy, hitting bottom.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Gray's eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her pussy was being suffocated by Gunz's dick.

“This how you want it?” he groaned while pumping in and out as sweat dripped from his pores.

“Yes . . . yes!” Gray screamed, feeling possessed.

Grinding his dick in and out, Gunz made sure that Gray came at least three times before he even came once. All ten inches of his rock solid dick filled her insides. She barely had enough room to breathe.

“Yo' pussy tighter than muthafucka, ma,” Gunz roared, biting down on his bottom lip so he wouldn't scream out like a bitch.

“You gon' cum for me? I wanna see you cum.” Gray rubbed his back as his hips roughly rotated in a circular motion.

Obliging her request, Gunz came long and hard inside of her.

 

“Ay.” Gunz shook Gray's leg as she lay sound asleep.

She looked so peaceful he almost didn't want to wake her. For a minute he just sat back and examined her features. There was no doubt Gray was pretty; no scratch that she was beautiful. Her skin was as smooth as water. The arch in her eyebrow was even more distinct with her eyes shut, and on her right cheek were a few small freckles. If she played her cards right, Gunz could almost think about locking her down and making her his wife.

“Yo, Gray! Wake up!” He slapped her hard on the ass this time, causing it to jiggle.

Gray's eyes instantly popped open. The first thing she spotted was Gunz standing before her with a stern look on his face. He was dressed in nothing but a white cotton towel, which hung low on his defined waist. Focusing her eyes, she made a trail from his washboard abs to the imprint of his dick. Gray couldn't have woken up to a better sight. The only problem was that she couldn't remember exactly where she was or how she'd gotten there.

This wasn't her bed or her sheets. And who was this nigga telling her to get up like he was some kind of drill sergeant? As she went to sit up, Gray was hit with the excruciating pain of a splitting headache. Holding her head, she tried to stop the pain and figure out where the hell she was.

“What time is it?” she asked, shielding her eyes from the blinding light of the sun.

“Going on eight.” Gunz sat on the edge of the bed and placed on his watch.

“Oh.”

As if she were a patient suffering from amnesia, Gray suddenly got her memory back. Flashes of the night before filled her mind. She remembered leaving the club without telling her girls where she was headed. She could see Gunz leading her up to his crib. She could feel his big black dick thrusting inside her, making her cum over and over again.

Utterly embarrassed by her actions, she shook her head in disbelief. Gray was sure that her hair was all over her head and that she looked a hot mess, but at that moment, she couldn't care less. All she wanted was to get into her own bed, take a couple of aspirin, and get some rest.

“Yo, you good?” Gunz took a sip of orange juice. “'Cause it's about time to make that move.”

“Yeah, my head just hurts; that's all.”

“Well, look . . . last night was fun, but a nigga gotta jet. But don't even trip, though. I left you a li'l something on the nightstand.”

In total shock, Gray turned to her right, and sure enough, on the nightstand next to his cell phone and wallet was three hundred dollars.

“You need me to drop you off somewhere, or is that gon' be enough for a cab?”

Gray was speechless. She'd never been made to feel so low and dirty before. She'd hoped that he could look past her sexual whim, but as her eyes connected with his and she saw only her reflection, she realized that all she could ever be to him was the darkness they knew.

“Are you serious?”

“What? That ain't enough? You need some more?”

“Oh, uh-uh. You have seriously lost your mind.” She pulled the covers from over her naked body and got up.

Gunz was once again taken in by her curvaceous frame. If she didn't look so mad, he would've attempted to hit it again.

“Do I look like some kind of ho to you? Yeah, nigga, what we did last night was fun, but don't get it twisted. You got what you wanted, and so did I.”

“Yooooooo, ma . . .” He cocked his head to the side and waved her off. “You can stop wit' all the dramatics, 'cause I ain't even for all that.”

“Excuse you? Who the fuck you think you talkin' to? Yo, I swear cats like you really fuck me up. You think 'cause you look halfway decent and got a li'l change that you God's gift to the world, but let me tell you something. You got me and life all the way fucked up, 'cause Gray don't need you!” she yelled, snatching up her clothes. “And you can keep that measly-ass three hundred dollars! That shit ain't even enough to get my hair fixed!”

She tried to shoot past him, but instead of letting her walk by, Gunz grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“What the fuck is yo' problem?”

“Umm, you need to be letting me go.” She looked him up and down.