Gotham's Hood: [DC X Male Reader]

[Chapter Four] 🔞

‼️🍋Merry Christmas, happy holidays, here's a lemon! Skippable, scroll down. 🫡

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I grabbed one of Ivy's hands and held it as I continued to stroke into her from the back.

"Daddyyy~" Ivy moaned, clawing a corner of the sheet off the mattress. Was gonna be a bitch to get those back on.

I watched her slim thick ass bounce against my body but soon felt pressure build up in my pelvis, forcing me to slow down my pace.

"You better not be cummin' already," She cooed.

"You too wet bae," I pulled my dick out and slipped my fingers in to buy me some time before I restarted my onslaught of pleasure on her. She tried pushing against my chest to slow me down but that only motivated me to go harder. I grabbed handfuls of her ginger locs and lightly pulled back. "Who's pussy is this?"

"Your pussy bae!" She instantly responded. "Daddy, I wanna ride you," We quickly switched position and Ivy eagerly hopped on top. She started bouncing up and down and I stared into her eyes, witnessing her beauty.

She continued dropping her bubble butt on me until I could tell there was no regaining control of my dick. "Bae, I'm gonna cum. You gotta get off," I warned. Ivy stopped and frowned before starting again at a much faster speed.

"No, cum inside! Fill me up, daddy~" She pleaded

"Ivy, no!" She pinned my hands down and continued to slam her weight into me before I could flip her off me. My body filled with euphoria as I felt myself being milked by Ivy's wet ass pussy.

"Fuck..." I groaned in pleasure and Ivy was breathing heavy, laying on my chest. "What I tell you about doing that?"

‼️‼️ Lemon over.

"Ayo Ivy! We need a re-up on Ivy OG, last batch sold already," Deion called out from outside Ivy's chamber. I had nearly put her to sleep so I chose to just reveal myself.

"Give us a sec'!" I replied, getting Ivy to put on a robe made of petals. I opened the door and he had a stupid grin on his face. "Mind your business." He held his hands back defensively.

"Hold on, Ivy OG? Is that what we're calling it?" Ivy asked.

"Yuh, figured we'd pay a little homage to the city's favorite supplier, people been going crazy for the stuff, we taxin' pretty hard on it and already sold what you gave us for 'bout 80 thousand," D answered, it had been two days since Ivy had got us the weed and the racket was flipping a great profit, even with all the expenses we had to cover just to grow the stuff.

"... Awww, that's actually sweet you guys. I got more growing in the back, c'mon," Ivy led, her legs shaking the whole time. We harvested a large batch in multiple tubs before saying bye. She begged me to stay but Deion and I still had to deal with whoever shot our club up plus we had another meeting with the bosses today. Eventually she released me from a cell made of rose thorns and we left for Orlando's.

The moon was sitting high in the sky and the club line was long, so our guys moved the stuff in through the back, who would then deliver it to our trap houses around the city or wholesale it to other gangs.

"So what's the word on the goofies who shot the club up?"

"Most our friends tellin' us it was a gift from Mask. But I'm still not sure, and I don't know if we should retaliate so quick, especial-" D responded.

"Fuck that. If the streets think Mask did it, we don't gotta choice but to slide," That's just the way it was. Even if Mask didn't even do it, everyone believed he did. His men had to pay otherwise ours died for nothing.