American Gan

Chapter 8

He firmly held the back of my neck. Looking me in my eyes for a moment. I believed him. He hadn't lied to me yet even though he had plenty of moments too. He didn't.

"Come on." His hand grabbed mine and led me out of the cold and heavy vault. I looked back at all the merchandise. The money, the guns, the drugs... The drugs. Goosebumps began to cover my body. I turned my head back around realizing he was looking at me again, he could sense the tension, the fear I had, he could smell it. "After you." His arm went out for me to walk up the steps in front of him.

I felt like Elvira Hancock from Scarface or Eva Locus from American Gangster. You could have called the name "Bonnie" out loud and I probably would have answered to it. I had no clue what I was getting myself into, I had no clue how deep his business actually went, how powerful he actually was. But I shook my head yes when he asked if I trusted him.

I went from making people's drinks at Fight Night to flushing cocaine down the toilet to keep Michael from getting busted and hauled off to prison. The Light of The Dark Side is what I called our life. I got any and everything I wanted. Been around the world twice and was on my way for a third trip. I got things that I didn't even know I wanted UNTIL they were randomly presented to me as a gift. I was a doll, a trophy. was something that Michael could dress up in expensive furs and show off at his events. A verification to his mother and father that they were going to get grandchildren at some point. I completed the picture

I had never met someone so charming and full of life. Someone so cocky and confident in what he was doing and how he looked. Someone that demanded attention when he walked in a room without saying a single word. He opened doors, he pulled chairs out, he was protective. He did everything that he was supposed to do and more. But he could be dark, I mean very dark, very cold. When he felt uncomfortable or threatened, in a matter of minutes he would turn into the Grim Reaper. He had no fear, but so much passion.

I laid on top of his body, his frame was broad and much large than mine, it was like I melted into him, I had never felt so good laying next to someone. His hand went up my shirt, running his fingers up and down my spine. "Why do you do what you do?"

I wasn't sure what I could and couldn't ask him, so this was my moment to test my limits.

His head leaned back on the pillow, his Adam's apple bounced every time he swallowed or began to speak. "Because I like it."

I frowned at him. I wasn't sure if he could see the look on my face because he spoke to me with his eyes closed. "You LIKE being a drug dealer..."

He swallowed but kept his eyes closed. "I'm not a drug dealer. I'm a business man, a entrepreneur, drugs just happen to be one of the things that's apart of my business. He finally lifted his head from the pillow and opened his eyes to look at me. "I build up broken neighborhoods, give supplies to inner city schools that are two students away from closing down, I develop events for charities, makings sure they have the correct sponsorships, and I also sell drugs."

He was trying to get me to see him as something other than a drug dealer. But after seeing a vault full of guns, drugs, and money, it was hard. But seeing him in action at the charity event did make me see him in a brighter light. "Are you scared of me?"

I paused not expecting him to ask that I didn't even know how to answer it. I bit my bottom lip. "No."

His face remained serious, I could feel his hands grip tighter around my hips. "Did you know the human brain sends signals to the eyes to dilate when a person sees something they want or like, or when a person is scared. They also dilate when a person is lying."

At that moment I realized Michael wasn't just any drug dealer. This was a man that was very aware of his surroundings at all times. There was nothing that got past him. Everything was accounted for, even the human body.

"Are you assuming I'm lying and that I am scared of you." I asked giving him a smile, trying my best to throw him off.

"Either you're lying or you want me." His hands gripped tighter. He slightly lifted his body pressing his pelvis to mine.

I sat up straddling his waist, I took a deep breath and lifted my shirt over my head. "Then I must want you." He looked me up and down and licked his lips. For the first time, I saw him unraveled.

He sat up and pulled me under him. It was something extremely attractive about a man that took control in certain situations and this was definitely one of them. He took his time, kissing every inch of my body, literally he tasted every inch of me. His head rested in between my thighs, running his thick warm tongue over my clit, in a matter of minutes I was dripping wet and cumming in his mouth. My moaning had turned to screaming had become too sensitive to take the pleasure, trying to push him off was the only thing I could think of.

"You taste better than I thought." It turned me on tasting myself on his lips. For some reason I wasn't shy around him, I did want him, I wanted him in me. His body was flawless, not one tattoo inked on him. His skin was soft covering hard muscles. I kissed down his abs pulling his d**k from his jeans. Trying to figure out how I was going to fit it in my mouth had been the question of the year so far. How he was going to fit it inside of me was the second. I cringed at just how thick and long it was.

Watching his eyes roll and close in pleasure while worked my tongue around his shaft only turned me on that much more, he took notice to my moaning and opened his eyes looking down at me, he watched me play with myself as I tried swallowing him whole. His groaning grew louder the further I went down on his the more spit appeared, he began to tense up I felt his hand grip my hair and he pulled up causing his d**k to fall from my mouth.

"You're trying to make me c*m, already?" His voice was deep. I couldn't help it I wanted him so bad, the more I saw him more I wanted him.

"Maybe." I wiped the spit from my chin and rose to my knees grabbing at him again ready to put him back in my mouth.

He stopped me. He stood up then pulled me to my feet. Turning me around and bending me over the back of his couch. I held my breath as I felt him push his way in me. It was like he got longer and thicker but then again my p***y had a much tighter opening than my mouth. His strokes were slow and long. The more I got used to him the faster he went. Until I realized he had several more inches to offer.

"Are you scared of me?" His hand gripped my hair and pulled my head back, his words filled my ears, but the only thing I could do was moan. He slowed down his strokes. My moaning slowed with them.

"No." I moaned out. He turned my head towards him looking at my clearly dilated pupils.

"Either you're lying or you're like how deep I am in you. Are you lying to me?" His voice was still deep, he was almost growling at me.

"No! No!" I tried shaking my head. But his hand gripped tighter in my hair.

"Then you like how deep in you I am." He groaned in my ear.

"Yeeesssss." I could barely get that out. The reserved inches he had for me made their way inside of me. I was more scared of the pushing he was doing against my cervix than I was of him. I had never been this lust-driven, The deeper he went the more I wanted him. Instead of being addicted to drugs, I'd become addicted to him.