Gangsta Lovin'

By Chastity Adams

Fresh out of law school, headed into the fast track of her career. Courtney yearns for thrill. Amidst pure expectations; she’s hesitant to act on those cravings. Until an unexpected attraction, sets her body and soul ablaze.
Relinquishing old ways tears at Raphael’s soul constantly. Desperately seeking clarity, the sign he’s awaited presents itself; after an abrupt; yet passionate encounter.
As they transcend into immense desire and pleasure. Their bond is threatened by reckless mistakes and consequences. Will corruption and naïve realities be the demise of their relationship? Or will a gangsta’s lovin’ conquer all obstacles?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chastity Adams
• Release date: Dec 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370057108

Chastity Adams

Chastity Adams was born on May 31, 1982 in Wilson North Carolina. She grew up in the small town Stantonsburg, North Carolina. She was raised by her grandmother, Josephine Jacob Johnson. Because of her shyness, the things that she wanted to express but could not say seemed to come out easier on paper. And when she was eleven years old her grandmother bought her a diary as a Christmas gift. Which Chastity soon realized that not only was writing fun, it was also therapeutic, and there was power in putting a pen to paper. She immediately fell in love with the passion of being able to creatively express herself. Her writing started out simple with diary entries and poetry. When she got to high school and became involved in relationships, drama, sex, all the trials teenagers go through, she began recording these events in the form of short stories, pulling inspiration from friends and classmates, along with her own personal experiences which brought her stories to life. After the passing of her grandmother on December 3, 1999, Chastity started writing more and more, sometimes all day, writing was her outlet from the pain she constantly felt as she tried to adjust to life without her grandmother. Chastity Adams started out as a self-published author under the pen name Miss Radiance pushing her work with the help of amazon.com, Createspace, and Kindle Direct Publishing. She did this for two years until she signed with G Street Chronicles in January 2015. This deal opened doors to a new reading market for her, and also made it possible for her to meet, get to know, and be inspired, by her now Mentor Best Selling Author of The Pussy Trap Series...NeNe Capri. No longer affiliated with G Street Chronicles and back on her grind as an independent author, she felt it was time for a new, sexier, more edgy and mature brand so Chastity Adams was born. She has currently released her first of many novels to come. Her first erotic romance titled Treacherous Desire is available on amazon.com and Queencitybullies.com. She is also working on her next release Unsacred Matrimony, schedule to be released this fall, as well as many other literary works opportunities. Chastity Adams is dedicated to becoming an all-around literary business woman. Her career is her passion so if she could choose one thing to do for the rest of her life, writing would definitely be it. When you have something that you love and it completes you, like writing does for Chastity Adams there's nothing that can compare to that type of joy and happiness. Although she is very shy and still at times struggles with expressing herself verbally, something magical happens when she puts her pen to paper. Everything she wants to say and everything she feels oozes out. Chastity Adams is a single mother of one little girl, who is the light of her world, her ultimate pride and joy. Chastity Adams writes because of the love and passion she has for her craft, her main purpose is to entertain, take away stress and anxiety, or just brighten up someone else's day with her characters and the stories they tell. Please join Chastity Adams on her journey and enjoy the many blessings as they unfold.

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GANGSTA LOVIN’

Gangsta Lovin’

By Chastity Adams

Copyright © 2018 Chastity Adams

C. Adams Presents, LLC

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

June 13, 2009…

Courtney stood in the long line and released a loud sigh, as she and her best friends, Peyton and Justine waited to enter Club Explosion.

I don’t know why I let y’all talk me into this? Courtney complained.

Girl, we couldn’t let you stay cooped up in the house all night, Peyton replied, a sneaky grin was plastered on her caramel face. She was the epitome of what you’d call a diamond in the rough.

Right, tonight you step outta your comfort zone, Justine interjected, her brown face remained serious. She was the total opposite of Peyton, and more so the motherly type of the group.

I don’t know about this. Courtney shrugged.

You said you wanted a change, remember? Justine reminded.

Yeah…I did. Courtney regretfully nodded.

Guess you, betta be careful what you wish for next time, Peyton advised with a light chuckle.

Courtney, just follow our lead, Justine suggested.

The club was packed, and the music was blasting as Courtney quickly moved through the crowd. The aromas of alcohol, marijuana, and musk clouded her nostrils. Despite noticing several men gawking at her with lust-filled eyes. Courtney decided to try and have a good time. She’d just returned home after earning her law degree. Tonight, was the beginning of new adventures she desperately craved.

Justine and Peyton were escorted to their usual table. As they took their seats, Justine waved one of the servers over.

What can I get for you ladies? The waiter dressed in black and gold asked, handing each of them drink menus.

Justine brightly smiled. Let us get a bottle of champagne on ice please.

Peyton raised her finger. I’ll take a Sex on the Beach and a cup of olives.

The waiter turned to Courtney while writing on his notepad, Anything for you, ma’am?

Cranberry juice, thanks, Courtney replied.

After the waiter returned with their orders. Justine popped the champagne open and filled their glasses.

A toast to Courtney, I’m glad you’re back. I’ am so proud of you. Justine smiled raising her glass.

Courtney blushed hard. Thanks, Jus’, it’s good to be back.

Alright…my turn! Peyton shouted, holding her Sex on the Beach in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other. Courtney, I’m glad you finally brought your yellow ass back. Congrats on all your success.

Courtney raised her glass. Thanks, ladies, tonight is the start of new beginnings for all of us.

Alright drank up so we can hit the dance floor, Peyton said, downing both glasses of alcohol at the same time.

I’ll pass? Courtney frowned watching the men and women grind all over each other.

Why? Peyton asked.

I just don’t consider having random men humping all over me dancing or fun.

Peyton rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. Don’t start whining nobody made you come tonight?

I’m not whining this is just, a little much, Courtney admitted.

That’s fine Courtney, we all have to crawl before we walk, Justine replied.

Thanks, Jus’ glad somebody understands, Courtney replied.

Courtney, you need to stop being so damn naïve, Peyton fussed.

Courtney looked at her under-eyed. Peyton, I’m not naive.

Peyton snickered. Yeah, right. I bet you ain’t even had your fuckin’ cherry popped yet?

Courtney’s golden-tanned face turned beet red, her green eyes flooded with embarrassment and she let out a dragging sigh, then took another look around. I’d rather be a virgin, than a slut, she remarked coldly.

Well, everybody ain’t stuck-up like you, Peyton snapped.

Peyton isn’t that the guy you met last week? Justine intervened with a feasible distraction.

Peyton turned to look, the guy had tiny dreads, coffee skin, and a goatee. Peyton blushed. I’ll see y’all later. She got up and hurried behind the guy.

****

Don’t worry about, Peyton, Justine said once Peyton was out of earshot.

Why is she pissed at me? She started it, Courtney stated.

Peyton’s gotta lot going on, right now, Justine replied, taking a sip of champagne.

Obviously, Courtney continued.

Yeah, well her modeling career is at a standstill. She’s been through hell, and she has a six-year-old son with no clue who his father is… Justine realized she was exposing too much of Peyton’s business.

Damn, Courtney raised her eyebrows, shocked. I didn’t know that.

I know you didn’t, Justine confirmed.

So, what should I do? Courtney calmed her tone.

All you can do is give her love and patience, Justine encouraged.

Courtney nodded. I can do that, now what?

Now let’s hit this dance floor, Justine got up from the table and grabbed Courtney’s arm, pulling her out of the chair.

Jus’ I don’t… Courtney was instantly cut off, as she tried to pull away.

Courtney you’ll never know what you like without a few risks. Justine tightened her grip on Courtney’s arm.

Courtney sucked her teeth. Damn, I hate it when you’re right.

Justine laughed, as Courtney reluctantly followed her onto the dance floor.

****

Raphael Davis sat in VIP, surrounded by three women, chocolate thunder thighs, a redbone, and a Spanish Mami. They rubbed and kissed on him putting forth their best efforts.

Raphael, however, wasn’t interested the more they touched him, the more detached he became. He maneuvered away from them and got up. Sorry ladies, not tonight.

What’s wrong, Papi? Spanish Mami asked.

Yeah, baby what can we do to make you feel it? Chocolate thunder thighs questioned.

That’s right, you can have whatever you like, Redbone offered.

Nah, I’m good ladies, Raphael reiterated.

After the women left, he walked over to the balcony and watched the crowd below. A prideful smile eased across his face. As his eyes roamed the scenery, he caught a glimpse of a woman, hesitantly swaying her hips on the dance floor.

Damn, who is that, he mumbled.

He quickly headed for the VIP exit but was blocked by his younger brother, Luke. Yo’ Ray, you leavin’ already, nigga?

Raphael looked into his younger brother’s almond-colored face. Nah, I got business to handle, Raphael responded. What you ‘bout to do’? The twinkle in Luke’s eyes, let him know he was up to no good.

I’m ‘bout to fuck them sexy ass twins over there. Luke smiled, flashing his peanut-sized dimples and pointed.

Raphael turned around and saw identical twins, with brown-skin, brown-eyes, and long hair, waving at Luke.

Raphael patted him on the back. Handle that.

Always do, Luke boasted.

Raphael continued to the dance floor mesmerized. Thoughts of fucking her roamed his mind as he watched her tall, golden, thick body groove to the music. Just as he was about to ask her to dance, the song ended, and she hurried back to her table.

Raphael waited until she sat down, before approaching her. You havin’ a good time tonight?

Courtney rolled her eyes, refusing to look back. I don’t talk to strangers.

Okay, well my name’s Raphael, everyone calls me Ray.

Courtney let out a sarcastic giggle. You’re still a stranger, and I’d appreciate not being harassed.

Harassed! Raphael put his hand over his chest. I’m just tryna welcome you to my establishment.

Oh, so you’re responsible for this chaos?

"Damn, that’s cold. I take it you don’t get out much?

Okay, seriously! What do you want? Courtney spat.

For you to stop being mean and let me see that pretty smile.

Courtney laid her phone down and slowly turned around. As their eyes locked, Courtney’s blush confirmed that she was feeling the same vibes.

Raphael extended his hand. Hello, beautiful?

Courtney smiled, shaking his hand. Nice to meet you, Ray, I’m Courtney.

Nice to meet you, Courtney. Now that, that’s outta the way. Can I join you? Raphael pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

It’s my friend's table, Courtney replied, pointing at the crowd.

Raphael turned to look. He knew the ladies she called friends very well. I’m sure they won’t mind.

When Peyton and Justine saw Courtney talking to Raphael, they rushed over to the table.

Raphael stood to greet them. What’s up, ladies?

What you want, Ray? Peyton snapped.

I got what I want. Raphael winked at Courtney.

Fuck that, stay away from Courtney, Peyton barked.

If I don’t what you gon’ do, Peyton? Raphael eyed her waiting for a response.

Peyton sucked her teeth and kept quiet.

Raphael snickered. That’s what I thought. If Courtney wants me to back off, let her tell me. Raphael turned his attention back to Courtney. What you wanna do pretty lady?

Courtney smiled. You can stay, I’d like to continue talking.

I’m all for that, but I think we’d have better luck if we get outta here, Raphael suggested.

Courtney looked at Justine and Peyton. It’ll be rude to leave my girls.

Justine hunched her shoulders. You’re a grown-ass woman.

Peyton shook her head, You’d be a fuckin’ fool.

Raphael cut his eyes at Peyton, hoping Courtney wouldn’t listen to her negativity.

He could be a fuckin’ rapist, Peyton added.

Peyton, you mad I ain’t takin’ you home, tonight?

Fuck you, nigga.

Raphael laughed then turned back to Courtney. What’s it gon’ be, beautiful?

Peyton was still shaking her head, but Courtney decided not to let her deter her decision. Peyton, I can take care of myself. Raphael give me a minute please.

Okay, I’ll be at the bar.

Courtney thought a little longer before finally making her decision. Thanks for tonight ladies, it was fun. She got up, gathering her things.

So, you actually leaving with that, nigga? Peyton gave Courtney an evil glare.

Peyton, I’ll be fine. Courtney stood her ground.

Alright, but he only wanna fuck you, Peyton warned.

As Raphael sat at the bar, sipping his drink, Luke approached, slapping the back of his neck.

What the fuck… Raphael was startled as the drink lightly spilled on his shirt.

Got dissed, huh? Luke joked.

Raphael turned facing him. Nigga, you bet not eva hit me again and no I didn’t get dissed.

Luke stroked his peach fuzz. Well, good for you, cause baby sexy as fuck.

Everything ain’t always about fuckin’.

Luke chuckled. "Yeah, okay.

You’ll see when you grow the fuck up.

Whatever, at least I know what my hoes are about. That chick way outta yo’ league. Don’t make a fool outta yo’ self.

Raphael finished his drink and got up. I got this youngsta. He smacked Luke on the back of the neck hard.

Fuck…Ray, that shit hurt, nigga! Luke yelled.

Now you see how it feels. Anyway, stick to yo’ women, and I’ll handle mines.

Raphael hoped Luke wasn’t right about Courtney being out of his league. He got his answer minutes later when she met him at the bar.

Raphael smiled. I ain’t think you’d ever leave yo’ hatin’ ass friend.

How do you know, Peyton, anyway? Courtney inquired.

Raphael was thrown off by her question. Why?

Y’all got some serious tension.

Raphael sighed hard. I’ll tell you about that when we get outta here.

Uh oh, Courtney said, as Raphael escorted her toward the exit.

He felt weird he was with a woman and wasn’t thinking about fuckin’ her brains out, then sending her on her way. For a long time, he’d searched for something real and felt Courtney could definitely be the one to make him fall in love.

Chapter 2

Raphael’s power was evident as they shuffled through the crowd. Men showed respect and women fawned over him. Courtney couldn’t blame them, Raphael was the epitome of fine, with his 6’3’ frame, lady-killer smile and thuggish street edge.

When they got outside a white Cadillac EXT with tinted windows was waiting. A valet handed Raphael his keys. Raphael opened the passenger door for Courtney and helped her inside. Once he was in the truck, he turned the key in the ignition, and music blasted through the surround sound speakers.

Courtney reached over, turned the radio down, and gave him a stern look. So, you and Peyton? Courtney reminded.

Damn, you don’t let nothin’ get past you? Raphael observed as he pulled off.

No, I don’t, now start talking, Courtney persisted.

What you wanna know? Raphael was hoping she’d change her mind.

Everything, Courtney concluded.

‘Shit!’ Raphael thought. Can it wait til’ we get where we’re goin’? he pleaded.

Seeing the desperation in his eyes, Courtney nodded. I can wait, but don’t try to play me.

Just trust me, Raphael said relieved.

I don’t know you enough to be trusting you, Courtney reminded.

Fair enough, Raphael agreed.

So, where we going? Courtney decided to change the subject.

To my restaurant, it’s open all night and we have great food and drinks, Raphael proudly boasted.

Okay, good cause I’m kind of hungry, Courtney stated.

After driving for about twenty minutes, Raphael pulled up to his restaurant, The Paradise Lounge. He got out of the truck, handed the valet his keys, and ran around to open Courtney’s door. He helped her out, then held her hand as they entered.

They were escorted to Raphael’s designated area by a short, dark-skinned waitress. Courtney was impressed by the black and gold décor, she concluded that those must be Raphael’s favorite colors since both his club and restaurant were decorated as such.

Now back to you and Peyton, Courtney replied as they slid into the booths.

Raphael cleared his throat. Okay, to make a long story short. Peyton was my jump-off. Until a few months ago when she started catching feelings.

Courtney tilted her head to the side with a smirk. Oh, so you’re one of those men?

One of what men? Raphael eyed with raised brows.

The hit ‘em and quit ‘em type.

Peyton wanted more than I was ready to give, Raphael explained.

Are you going to cut me off if I start catching feelings?

Nah, you gotta vibe I’m ready to pursue. Besides, the night we met, Peyton let me and my homies gang bang.

Courtney remembered Justine mentioning that at the club. So, Raphael admitting it was eye-opening.

How could y’all take advantage of her like that? Courtney defended.

Courtney she’s grown, she knew what she was doing.

As Raphael talked, Courtney couldn’t stop thinking about Peyton’s son. Courtney wanted to tell Raphael that he or one of his friends may have gotten Peyton pregnant, but it wasn’t her place.

I was just tryna get laid, Raphael continued.

When was the last time y’all fucked? Courtney inquired.

Earlier tonight, he admitted.

Oh…I see. Courtney didn’t know how to process that.

I know it’s a lot, but me and Peyton were nothing but fuck buddies on my end. Raphael felt Courtney’s mood shift. So, where does this leave us? Courtney don’t let this fuck things up. I’m really feelin’ you, Raphael begged.

Raphael, I like you, too. So, let’s enjoy tonight and see what happens.

When the waitress finally returned, Courtney ordered a loaded baked potato and a deluxe herb chicken salad. Raphael ordered a medium-done steak, steamed rice, and asparagus.

Courtney couldn’t help wondering how Raphael could afford two successful businesses. How did you become so successful, Raphael? she asked.

I went to school and worked my ass off, Raphael replied cutting into his steak.

Courtney knew there was more to Raphael’s story, but she decided to let it go for the moment.

Okay, Missy, it’s your turn to tell me about you. Raphael smiled.

Not much to tell, I went to private school, graduated with a 4.2 GPA. Then went to Columbia, Harvard, and Yale until I got my degree. Courtney ran her credentials down with pride.

What you go to school for?

Criminal Law and Juvenile Law.

Oh, shit you a lawyer? Raphael didn’t see that coming.

Yeah. Is that a problem?

Uh, oh, a nigga might get in trouble fuckin’ wit’ you.

This made her assumption that Raphael was into other things more evident. Are you into illegal activities, Raphael?

Courtney, I can’t tell you that shit yet, Raphael refused.

I bet you can’t. Courtney wasn’t surprised. So, what else do you plan to do with your life?

Produce music and own a label. Raphael flashed a wide smile. I wanna help street kids express themselves, Raphael answered.

That’s why I chose Juvenile law. I believe the youth would have more potential if they had concerned adults inspiring them, Courtney informed. So, what’s next?

I don’t know Beautiful, whatever you wanna do, Raphael offered, picking up his phone checking the time.

What do you suggest? Courtney stared directly into his chestnut-brown eyes.

Do you like Jazz?

I love it. Courtney nodded.

I know this great Jazz spot.

Okay, let’s go. Courtney grabbed her purse and slowly stood up.

Raphael pulled out his wallet and paid the bill. As he closed his wallet, Courtney snuck a glimpse inside. All the hundred-dollar bills further confirmed her suspicions. They left the restaurant and went to a Jazz club uptown, with a live band.

The Jazz band started playing, and Raphael took Courtney’s hand. Dance wit’ me beautiful.

Raphael led Courtney onto the floor. As they danced, Courtney could feel his muscles through his clothes.

Raphael licked his lips. Like what you feelin’?

I do, Courtney replied. "Keep it together, Courtney," she silently coached, while at the same time wanting to rip Raphael’s clothes off.

Raphael caressed the small of her back and held her close, as they danced. Her sweet perfume had him in a trance. His heart raced, and his dick yearned to be freed. The desire to fuck the shit out of her burned deep inside him, but he fought hard to maintain.

You look ready to go? Raphael observed, a while later.

Courtney yawned. I am, I’ve enjoyed this, but I’m tired, and my feet hurt. As she bent down to remove her heels, she felt Raphael behind her.

Before she could say anything, Raphael lifted her into his arms. Courtney wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulders as they exited the Jazz club.

Raphael kissed her lips. I could hold you like this all night.

Courtney gazed into his eyes, smiling. I’d like that, it feels good.

Guess I better get you home. I’ma take good care of you, baby.

I’m counting on it, Courtney replied, giving Raphael directions to her house.

****

When they arrived at Courtney’s house, Raphael escorted her upstairs. Well, guess I’ll be going, Raphael said seeing her inside safely.

Courtney wasn’t ready for the night to end yet. You can stay for a little while if you want.

Nah, I don’t wanna start nothin’.

You won’t cause we ain’t gonna do nothing.

Raphael looked at Courtney disappointed as he entered behind her and shut the door. So, she decided to explain in more detail. I’m a virgin, and I plan to stay one until I get married or fall in love.

Raphael laughed shaking his head. Stop fuckin’ playin’.

I’m not, Raphael.

So, you’re sayin’ you’ve never…

No, Courtney replied cutting him off.

Damn, baby that’s unfortunate, but I respect it.

I appreciate that.

Is it just me or is it hot in here? Raphael asked unbuttoning the first three buttons of his black collar shirt.

Courtney shot him a suspicious look. I’ll turn the air on then.

What’s wrong you can’t handle me taking my shirt off?

Courtney sucked her teeth. Yeah, okay, but no funny business.

You can always close yo’ eyes, Raphael informed undoing his tie and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. His muscles pulsated through his white tank top.

Can you take the tank top off, too? Courtney asked although she was skeptical, his well-sculpted body was a work of art worth admiring.

Raphael took off the tank top revealing a solid six-pack and massive chest that made Courtney’s panties wet.

She stared, fighting the urge to bite her bottom lip. I’m surprised you don’t have any tattoos, Courtney observed.

Raphael frowned. Surprised! Why?

You just seem like the type who’d have a bunch.

That’s why you shouldn’t judge a book by the cover, Sweetheart. I ain’t tryna scare my investors and clients away with a bunch of crazy ass tattoos.

I respect that, I don’t have any either.

Raphael laughed. It’s a trip how much we got in common.

Yes, it is, Courtney agreed. "But I like it, I like it a lot."

"I’m glad cause I like you a lot," Raphael replied staring into her eyes.

Raphael and Courtney snuggled up on her couch, he held her in his arms, turned her face to his and caressed her chin. There’s something I been dyin’ to do all night. Raphael pressed his lips against Courtney’s.

She allowed their tongues to connect. Raphael moved from behind her and laid over top of her. They indulged in a passionate kiss. Courtney wasn’t sure how far they’d go, but she felt that being with Raphael was destined.

Chapter 3

This is crazy; I should stop before things go too far, Courtney thought. As Raphael’s kisses became more intense, making it hard to say no.

You a’ight? Raphael felt her breathing escalate.

Uh-huh, Courtney moaned.

Raphael had her skirt up, panties to the side, and two fingers deep inside her warmth. You like that? he asked kissing her neck, while his fingers worked magic.

Yeesss… she moaned, closing her eyes, throwing her head back.

Raphael paused his tease, kicked off his shoes, slid her panties off, and buried his head under her skirt, between her thighs.

This is so wrong…I shouldn’t be doing this. Courtney’s mind screamed, but as Raphael’s tongue attacked her clitoris, a powerful sensation took over. This feels so good!

Raphael sensed Courtney’s resistance, so he came up for air and looked at her. Babe, you gotta relax.

I can’t Raphael… Courtney wriggled trying to escape from under him.

Relax, I got you, Raphael assured. Come on baby, you know you want it. Raphael started back kissing her.

Courtney couldn’t deny that Raphael was right. Her heart raced, her pussy throbbed, and her body was set ablaze with pleasure.

I’ma take my time wit’ you, promise. Raphael repositioned himself between her legs. He sucked her clitoris and fingered her pussy faster, bringing on her first climax.

As Courtney’s pussy tightened, her moans of pleasure transcended into screams of ecstasy. She grabbed the arm of the couch and tightened her legs around Raphael’s neck as her body shook.

Aaahhhh…Raayyy! Courtney screamed.

Raphael continued licking, sucking, and fingering until she finished shivering. Can I take yo’ clothes off? he asked as he came up for air.

Courtney felt liberated and her body begged for more, so she slowly nodded. Raphael removed her blouse, then reached around, unsnapping her bra. While he sucked her breasts, he pulled her skirt down, then spread her legs and started fingering her again.

You’re driving me crazy! Courtney had never felt the levels of pleasure Raphael was