Page 9 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

“ S ee Reesie.” I said sitting at the table counting money while she stood behind me re-twisting my long dreads.

“A few months ago, we didn’t know where our last meal was coming from but look at us now.

I told you these lame ass niggas out here gettin’ caught up in the flashy life forgetting all about the fact that its niggas out here like me that’ll take all that shit. ”

“You right.” She responded digging the tip of her finger inside of some Murray’s beeswax.

“Look at this shit.” I said in disbelief at all of the money I was staring at.

With almost a year in, this shit was crazy.

Reesie and I went everywhere doing whatever it took to get this money, but we had a rule.

We didn’t fuck with any real niggas. We targeted a certain kind of nigga.

If that nigga was foul, snorting his own product, out here selling to kids and or pregnant women and etc.

, then I was robbing his bitch ass taking all that I could forcing these niggas out the game one by one.

We ran a two-man operation and so far, it worked.

We didn’t fuck with new people we were our own team.

After the first three months we moved out the projects and copped a nice house on the upper Eastside where it was quiet.

I was moving low key as hell, so we were sharing one car right now, which was my Hummer truck painted in flat black.

Reesie wanted a car, but I told her she had to wait, we had to be smart about the way we moved to stay under the radar.

I was about to use this money to invest in something; I didn’t know just yet, but I was going to figure it out.

I had a few more people that I needed to hit.

A nigga named Kidd from the lower side was one of them.

Nigga was out here getting paid and was a lowkey coke head.

To the naked eye one would never know because he wasn’t bad with it and controlled his shit, I wouldn’t have believed it hadn’t I seen it with my own eyes.

Rule number one, don’t get high off your own supply.

He didn’t deserve to keep eating out here, at least not as much as what was on his plate.

That would have to wait a couple of months though because I had at least two on the list before him.

“Hold your head back real quick Meek.” Reesie demanded trying to finish the top.

“Reesie, baby, this shit hurts man. You about to pull a nigga scalp to the white meat.” I frowned. “Shit!”

This was the first time that I’d ever had my hair re-twisted since I was a little boy. I was used to letting my shit grow out and do whatever it was going to do.

She giggled and took a step closer as she worked. She was so close, I felt the pussy print on my back through her thin tights causing an instant reaction from my dick. I reached up and grabbed her hand bringing her around to me. “Come here Reesie.”

She sucked her teeth. “Come on Meek, damn, my fingers are sore; just let me finish.” She complained. I looked up at her and gave her that look before staring down at those bowlegs that drove a nigga crazy. She muffled a smile and shook her head. “You always starting shit.”

I looked at my dick at full attention through my basketball shorts. “Don’t blame me, blame him and blame these sexy ass legs.” I said placing both of my hands on her hips.

“You say that now until you find you a fine bitch and a even nicer body.” She said like she was joking, but I knew she was serious because she always said shit like that.

“You really think that don’t you?” I asked.

She smiled again showing those dimples that I liked to look at. “I just call it like it is, this is life.”

“Let me tell you something Reesie, besides Kisha, ain’t no other girl been down for me like you have.

I trust you more then I trust myself sometime.

I’ll never leave you for nobody straight up.

You don’t have to be the prettiest to be a bad bitch, you’re already all that in my eyes; it’s not always about the looks. ”

“I hear you.” She smiled licking her lips. “So, my twentieth birthday is at midnight, what we doing?”

“I know what we’re doing right now.” I put the tip of my nose to her pussy and took a long sniff closing my eyes at the satisfaction of scentless pussy. I used my teeth gently nibbling through the fabric to tease her.

She grabbed the top of my head and moaned. “Umm.”

I backed up and slid her tights off her waist, down her legs, and past her ankles until they were sitting on the floor alone since she never wore panties.

I scooted to the edge of the chair and took one of her legs throwing it across my shoulder as she continued to place her hands on top of my head for balance and to guide me to her silky wet opening.

I braced myself and used my tongue to make love to the pussy.

I moved my shit in the rhythm of a snake going deeper and deeper causing her body to quiver.

Instead of using the tip, I gave her the softer and flatter part of my tongue working my way from the outside and landing right on her clitoris stopping to gently suck on it.

She was so wet her juices dripped from her opening down my chin.

I placed one hand on her ass cheek to keep her where I wanted her to be and used the other one to reach up under her shirt and massage her nipple.

“Shittt Meek.” She moaned as her legs bucked threatening to lose balance since she couldn’t take it; she never could when I was giving her the business.

I was a beast with this tongue. I was in my room watching porn at the age of eleven.

“I can’t take it! I can’t take it! I’m about to cum! ” She squealed.

I pulled her even closer moving my hand from her breast so I could use it to lift the hood of her clitoris and use the tip of my tongue to stroke it.

“Umm hmm.” I moaned feeling like I was about to cum all over my damn self.

Reesie did it to a nigga, I was weak for this fat ass pussy sitting in my mouth.

“Meekkkk!” She panted holding on for dear life with her body shaking, as the-cum exploded in my mouth.

I focused on that area to suck the soul from her body.

It was so much I wanted to say to her, but it was hard to do with all this womanhood in my mouth.

She thought I was gonna stop there, but I didn’t.

I used my other hand to slide two fingers into her wet and creamy pussy walls finger fucking her as I did my thing.

“Oh God! Oh God! Pleaseee, yessssss.” She hissed using her hips to match my rhythm.

After a few more minutes, I slid my wet fingers out and in one swift motion, I pulled my dick out and watched as the top of it glistened with pre-cum.

I couldn’t get the condom out of my pocket quick enough, it took me a few seconds to rip the gold magnum wrapper open and slide the condom on.

I knew Reesie was weak in the legs by now, but she was about to ride this dick.

I gripped both her hips and turned her around sitting her on it.

She used both of her hands placing them on my thighs for balance.

“Damn Reesie.” I groaned when she cowgirl rode that shit like a pro.

Watching how easily her body moved with the perfect arch in her back that drove nigga’s crazy was almost enough to make me explode right there but I wasn’t ready.

I wrapped one arm around her waist until I found her clitoris with my finger and played with it while placing soft tongue kisses on her back.

Her pussy was so wet it sounded like somebody was whipping a bowl of mac and cheese.

“Damn Meek.” She bounced up and down. “Play with that pussy baby. Ooo yesss, just like that.” She moaned out of breath.

“You ride that dick just like that.” I groaned. She was riding this dick so good I had tears in my eyes. “Damn Reesie…cum with me baby.” I gripped her hips slamming her skin into mine.

“Shittt! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She let out a high pitch scream.

“Ahhhh Shitttt girl!” I closed my eyes and pierced my lips together resting my head on her back to catch my breath.

It took us both a minute to catch our breath but it was no doubt that we were satisfied.

She eased her way off of me and rushed to the bathroom down the hall.

I removed the condom and wrapped it up in a napkin before getting rid of it.

Since Reesie was in the shower down the hall, I hopped in with her.

“That was that birthday sex.” I licked my lips smiling down at her.

She reached up kissing my lips. “I’m ready for round two later.”

The hot water cascaded down both of our bodies as we took turns washing each other down. “What you want to do tonight?” I asked her.

“I would say let’s go out, but it’s money to be made.” She winked at me.

I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Come on Reesie, we can take off tonight.”

She shook her head. “No, we can’t. Slow money don’t make no money, you taught me that. We work tonight and hang out tomorrow.”

I couldn’t fuss about that, so we did what we did best; pulled out our all black, grabbed our ski mask and guns, and headed to the old ‘95’ Regal parked in the garage.

“You know what to do.” I told her as she sat behind the driver seat.

We had matching necklaces with the Jesus piece hanging from them that we always wore tucked in our shirts. I kissed mine and tucked it back.

Across town we sat across the street from the trap house of a nigga named ‘Beans’.

We’d been watching his entire operation for about a month and came to the conclusion that the nigga was sloppy and so were his workers.

They were too comfortable thinking they couldn’t be touched.

Beans didn’t give a fuck about nobody, as a matter-of-fact he sold most of his product to kids.

Even if they were going to just go get it from somewhere else, he should’ve turned they asses away.

Especially since he had four younger siblings himself.

I knew for a fact that tonight he only had two people up in the spot and this was one of his biggest money suppliers. I shook my head to myself. How cocky could this nigga be? I was the one to touch his ass. The street was dark which made it all the better for me. “You got this?” Reesie asked me.

I cocked both my guns and put my ski mask on. “Drive up a little and let me out so I can run up the side. Cover me if you need too; if I’m not back in ten minutes then leave me.”

She jerked her head back. “No nigga, that’s not how we do this. I’m not leaving you, are you crazy?” She frowned.

I chuckled and closed the door, this one was like taking candy from a baby. These green ass niggas was weak. I walked up to the back door and threw my hood over my head before knocking.

“Yo!” I heard a voice from the other side of the door.

I changed my voice sounding like a distraught crackhead. “I need a hit man….what you got for me?” I asked with a hoarse voice.

The sounds of the door unlocking was like music to my ears.

When it was only halfway open, I used my gun and hit the nigga with the butt of it knocking him to the floor as I pushed my way through.

I had to move quick cause the nigga sitting at the table had his gun out getting ready to shoot my ass.

He wasn’t quick enough, I put one in his chest sending him flying out of the chair and onto the floor.

I focused back on the nigga I originally hit and aimed at him while using the other hand to close the door back. “Where the fuck is the money nigga?” I asked.

He held both his hands in the air as the blood leaked down the open gash in the side of his head. “Don’t shoot man! Just don’t fucking shoot!” He begged for his life. I looked at him begging through my ski mask.

“Get the fuck up and point me to the money!” I warned.

He scuffled to his feet and with his hands still in the air he led me to an opening in the tile. A nice sized opening that held two large duffle bags. “Beans is gonna kill yo ass nigga.” He grabbed the bags slinging them across the floor towards the door.

I wouldn’t take my eyes off this nigga cause one wrong move could cost me my life.

I aimed my gun toward both of his legs and shot both of them.

He fell backwards screaming like a bitch trying to hold the hole in his leg.

I grabbed the bags and walked out, but not before taking the raw coke off the table and throwing it in the bags.

I didn’t even fuck with coke but for some reason I was tempted to take it, so that’s what I did.

I ran across the street to the car where Reesie awaited me on the lookout. She held her gun in her lap. Without me saying a word, she sped off. I took the mask off and tried to look casual as we headed back to the Eastside. “Just like I said.” I looked at her. “A piece of fucking cake.”

That was one down and two more to go. She cheesed from ear to ear. “Let’s go home, it’s still early. I’m officially 20.” She announced hopping on 95.

“Happy birthday baby.” I reached over and kissed her cheek.

“Thanks Meek.” She blushed.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked her seeing past her smile.

“You ever think this shit will catch up to us?” She asked.

That was a question that I really couldn’t answer. The only thing I could do was live for now, so that’s what the fuck I was about to do.