When I finished off the blunt, I went back inside the house. Mahogany would kill a nigga for going upstairs with my shoes on and walking on her carpet, so I kicked them off before I headed up the stairs. Everything about her home screamed girly. Nothing in this house had a man’s touch to it. Mahogany moving in with me was definitely something that had been discussed a few times, and I knew that when that day came, we were going to butt heads a lot because we both had our own little style. Mahogany liked all of that gray, creme, and shiny shit, while I was laid back, liking shit that had black in it.
I didn’t plan to make Mahogany a live-in baby mama or girlfriend. For me to even think about her moving in with me, that shows right there that I would want her title to be upgraded.
When I made it upstairs, she wasn’t in the bedroom, but I could hear the shower water running in the bathroom that was adjacent to the master. Mahogany didn’t lock any doors, so I headed for the bathroom door, and of course, it opened when I turned it. Just like everything else in this fuckin’ house, her bathroom had a girly touch to it. The dirty clothes that she’d just taken off were in the hamper next to the walk-in closet.
She had the lights in the bathroom a little dim, but it was light enough where I could see her naked body under the water. Her hair was soaking wet, which let me know that she’d washed it. Her back was facing me as she let the water fall down her body. Eventually, when she did turn around and saw me, she jumped. Right after my eyes left her eyes, they roamed over her stomach.
Mahogany’s bump came to life every time she was naked. I loved that shit. It was sexy if you asked me. The fact that she didn’t tell me to get out spoke volumes. Mahogany liked for a nigga to chase after her pretty ass. She was a beautiful girl, easily the prettiest woman that I’d ever come across, and she knew that. Just like me, she was used to people chasing her. It was going to be a time when I would have to humble her ass, though. It wasn’t going to be today. Trust me, popping up on her ass at the airport didn’t do shit but make her pussy wet.
Mahogany was crazy; therefore, she liked crazy. People weren’t lying when they said that we were perfect for each other. I emptied out my pockets, which consisted of a money that was held together in a rubber band, my wallet, a lighter, and another pack of weed that I probably wouldn’t need until tomorrow. Next, my bottoms came off then the shirt and undershirt. With my dick swinging and all, I walked over to the sliding glass door, pulled it back, and let myself in.
“I don’t got no soap in here for me to wash off with? I thought I left some of my Dove shit in here,” I said the moment I closed the glass door behind me.
“I’m not sure. I must have thrown it out,” she said and rolled her eyes at me.
“Or given it to one your little boyfriends,” I said, knowing that comment would get under her skin.
“Nah, he likes Old Spice better. That’s a grown man soap. Dove is for little boys,” she said back, gaining a sarcastic laugh from me.
“You know if I were to ever catch a nigga over here, I would kill him, right? Without even asking any questions. Get them pussy ass niggas killed if you want to,” I let her know as I took the sponge from her hands to finish washing her.
She didn’t respond.
I took the body wash that she had, lathered it up with some soap, and turned her around, so I could wash her back. It wasn’t until she turned that I saw that my soap was actually in there. Once I finished washing her up, she grabbed my washcloth, put my soap on it, and did the same thing to me. My eyes were closed, and I bit my lip when she started washing off my dick and jacking it at the same time. She washed me off a good two times before I took the washcloth from her and did the other parts of my body, like my face and shit. Once we both were done, I pulled her by her hand and placed her in front of me.
“Let’s get married, bae,” I whispered into her ear. She laughed, yet she didn’t respond.
“Shorty, I’m serious,” I let her know.
“And I seriously smell weed on your breath. Jabari, you are high and talking crazy. Move!” she said, trying to get out of the hold that I had her in, but I wouldn’t let her. I turned her around in my arms so she could look me in my eyes and see that I was dead ass serious.
“Mahogany, I’m being dead ass serious with you. I want to get married,” I let her know. She looked at me as if she all of a sudden started buying it.
“Okay, where’s my ring then? That way I’ll know you’re serious,” she said.
“I didn’t get that far ahead yet. I’ll get the ring, shorty, but for real, let’s get married. You not trying to marry me?” I asked, lifting her up and holding her in my arms. I was holding her by her ass, and her arms were wrapped around my neck for support.
“I am. Only if you’re serious, though,” she let me know.
I was so fuckin’ horny, and I was trying to wait this thing out, but I couldn’t. With my hands holding Mahogany up by her ass, I lifted her up a little bit, and because my dick was already standing up, all I had to do was sit her down on it. Instantly, her teeth sank into my neck, and truthfully, I didn’t know if she was doing that shit purposely or if that was her way of expressing her passion because I felt like she was drawing blood. The way I was inside her pussy, one would have thought that I’d just finished going one whole year without her shit instead of just one day. Maybe I was just horny, so for whatever reason, her pussy felt tighter, wetter, and deeper.
“Jabarrriiii… damnnnn… you killing meeeeee.” She moaned with her face buried in my neck.
I wasn’t letting up. I was in that pussy like I’d just been released from the feds after doing no less than fifteen years. The muscles in my thighs and my legs were exposed, looking like they were going to pop, which proved to me that I was putting in work.
“I’m killing you? That must mean you love me! I thought you hated me, shorty?” I asked, now bouncing her at a pace that was slow and deep.
Her pussy was farting, leaking, and gushing. I’ve had all types of pussy throughout my lifetime, but nothing even as close as this shit right here. I couldn’t even put my finger on how good her shit was. It was murder worthy. Meaning, I could murder a nigga if Mahogany ever fucked around on me. It was shooting her club up at least five times worth. This wouldn’t be Mahogany’s last pregnancy with me because I wasn’t strapping up ever again when it came to her. Her shit was home for me, and a nigga had to come home.
“I donttttt… I donttttt. I only love you… I love you, Bariiii. Shittttt… stay there… stay thereeee,” she screamed right when a nigga found her spot.
I found it, and I stayed on that shit. Drilling into her and making it where she was going to sleep this shit off for the rest of the day. When my dick felt like I’d dipped it in a pool of water, which let me know that she came, I lowered her so that she was standing up on her legs. I turned her around and hit her leg, making her prop it up on the shower bench. And, in no time, I started eating my favorite meal. Her legs shook, her ass bounced from her moving her pussy around on my face, and her moans were fuckin’ heaven. Her long, sharp, stiletto nails that she loved to wear reached back, and she held my head in her pussy, smothering me with her shit.
“Damnnnn… you eating my pusssy soo gooddd. Jabariiiii,” she cried my name out.
“Hmmmmm,” I moaned into her pussy, not letting up.
“Damnnnn… Oooohhhhh… shittttt,” she whimpered once two fingers went inside her.
I started finger fuckin’ her from the back, all the while having a tight ass grip on her clit with just my lips. Like her little nasty ass always did, she squirted in my mouth. I shut the shower water off and carried her soaking wet body into the bedroom. I gently tossed her body down on the bed, held her by her ankles, and placed her legs on either side of her head. She held her own legs up, helping a nigga out, and instead of fuckin’ like we were on one of them ghetto ass porns, I slowed the shit down, going slow, deep, and making it full of passion. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her pussy was so
unding off the room, and in this moment, it had me feeling like making love was better than fuckin’.
“When you want to get married, bae?” I whispered in her ear.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but I had her ass crying. Crying and moaning. I kissed the tears away that were running freely down her face.
“Tomorrowwww,” she moaned, making my dick jerk.
See, the thing is, Mahogany would promise me all type of shit during sex, but once we were done, she would back out of it. Then again, I made promises too. I was still supposed to give her the world because that was my favorite thing to offer her when I was balls deep inside of her. I looked down at her pussy, and it was fat, bald, and so fuckin’ pretty. When she wasn’t moving her body in sync with mine anymore, I knew that another orgasm was on the way for her. Like it was perfect timing, I started nutting too. I pulled her up so I could flip us, and I landed on my back, pulling her down on top of me as we both tried to catch our breath.
“I was supposed to change my locks on you, block your number, and get a new number. Look at me. I’m such a sucker,” she said, followed by a laugh.
I slapped her exposed ass, and I bit her cheek.
“You would have done all of that and still let me fuck. Why even waste your fuckin’ money?” I asked her with my eyes closed.
“You are so damn cocky,” she said. She had her elbow on my chest and she was all in my face talking, but I liked it.
“You make me cocky. Shorty, you play a role in that shit. You boost my head up like a motha fucka during sex,” I let her know.
“Ima start laying there and not saying shit. You need to be humbled,” she said.
“You’ll die fuckin’ around trying to do some shit like that. I’m serious about marrying you, shorty. I’m about to take a power nap and then Ima go and get a ring. Mahogany Brooks. I like that. Don’t you?” I asked her and opened one of my eyes so I could see her face, and she was cheesing hard as fuck.
That spoke volumes to me. She nodded, letting me know that she liked it too.
“I don’t want your last name to be different from me and our daughter. Not to bring that shit back up from earlier, but I can only imagine how disrespected you must have felt, and for that, I’m sorry. If it was up to me, I would keep any bitch that I ever dealt with away from you for life. I got on my ole girl about that shit too. Over the years, I just don’t understand the way her brain works. She had to know that I would flip the fuck out when I found out that she had shorty around you. No matter how much money I give her, how many nice things that I get for her, it’s like she still going to remain the same, which is a messy ass person. It’s fucked up, but it’s like the more I’m around her, I see why my ole boy stayed away. She’s fuckin’ toxic,” I let her know.
“That’s not an excuse though, Jabari. You were still his son at the end of the day,” she said. I shook my head, not really wanting to talk about it.
“Let me close my eyes for like thirty minutes. I’m tired as fuck. I been chasing your ass around all fuckin’ day,” I let her know, making her laugh.
“Shouldn’t have old fuck partners coming out of the fuckin’ blue. She lucky I was pregnant because I would have slaughtered her ass. You better keep these bitches from around me, Jabari,” she said.
“I will, shorty. I will,” I let her know, and in seconds, I was snoring.
Giovonni “Trip” Young
“Damn, that pussy so fuckin’ good, girl,” I groaned and threw my head back after just fuckin’ the shit out of Raynell.
She talked all that big shit about not fuckin’ with me like that no more, but here I was with her, cornered in a small ass room, digging in her guts like I loved this bitch. I wouldn’t say that I loved Raynell yet, but I did fuck with shorty. Anyone who was willing to risk their freedom and put their life on the line for me, I had to have something for them.
Since I met Raynell, shorty had always looked out. Whether it be her smuggling the phone in for me so I could have more access to my people back home, or warning me when the guards were going to do a walk through, making sure that my cell stayed full of snacks, and all of the other shit that she was doing for me. I took all of that into consideration and realized that her ass had been there for me more than anybody else, especially those on the outside.
Maybe I was still high off her pussy, or maybe it was her new braids hairstyle that had me looking at her differently. I slowly pulled my dick out of her and used the nearby paper towels that were on a desk to wipe her juices off my dick. Because of the abortion that she had to get a few months ago, which was the result of the two of us not taking the proper precautions, she was now on birth control, so we wouldn’t have to worry about that shit again.
Once my dick was dry, I pulled the khaki jailhouse pants back on and watched her, wondering if now was a good time for me to ask her what I needed to ask. My timing was off, and I didn’t want her to think that I was using her for pussy or to get what I wanted. In the past, that was the case because I felt like when it came to me, she could be a little naïve, but that wasn’t the case right now.
I watched Raynell use paper towels to clean her pussy, her thighs, and the cum that was dripping down her legs. Once she was finished, she pulled her pants back up and fixed her uniform. It was almost time for her to go, since the correctional officers were now going to transition into the night shift.
“I need a favor, shorty,” I let her know after about five minutes of silence.
She crooked her head to the side, giving me a look like, what is it now, nigga? I was incarcerated, having no rights to my own fuckin’ freedom, so I admit that I depended on her for a lot of shit. It took a lot of putting my pride to the side for me to even ask her to do shit for me because I wasn’t used to asking people for shit. Back when I was free, I would rob a nigga of their dollar before I asked them for it. I’d always been that way. Prison had humbled the fuck out of me because I was put in a position to ask my loved ones to send me money for commissary or for them to put money on my books for me.
“What is it, Giovonni? I feel like it’s always something with you,” she said and rolled her eyes.
“I need you to be my eyes. A nigga who was like a brother to me was transferred in here a few weeks ago, and I just been waiting for the perfect opportunity to catch him slipping. I think they have him on clean up duty in the showers. He violated my baby mama, and I need to take care of his ass,” I let her know in all seriousness.
In the past few weeks that Dino has been in with me, I didn’t say shit to him, and the nigga knew not to say shit to me. The fact that his ass couldn’t even look me in my eyes or walk over to me and give me some conversation spoke volumes. It proved to me that all that shit Miami said he did to Jashae was true. I didn’t want to believe it when I heard it, but Dino’s actions told me all that I needed to know. I couldn’t believe that someone who I thought of as a brother would do some shit like that to someone who I fuckin’ loved.
Granted, it wasn’t a secret that Dino would put his hands on a woman if need be, but he should have known the type of consequences he would have to face when it came to what was mine. Even if the nigga didn’t get locked up, I would have still been able to have this ass touched on the outside.
“Giovonni, are you fuckin’ crazy? It’s one thing for me to help you smuggle a phone in here, but for me to turn a blind eye and watch you take care of somebody is a totally different thing. Do you know how many years I could face in prison for doing something like that? I work at a prison for goodness sake, and this environment shows me that this is the last place that I would want to have to transition to. No! I won’t do it!” she said, and I could see the seriousness in her eyes, but I had a way with my words, so I knew that I could sweet talk her and change her mind.
“Raynell, I love you, shorty. If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t even ask you to do this shit for me. The fact that I could even come to you and ask you this shows that I trust you. I know that you wouldn’t rat
on me. This nigga is better off dead because he knows too much. He knows that I’m fuckin’ you because before he was put here, this was somebody that I used to talk to on the phone just about every day. I wouldn’t want the nigga to be spiteful and rat on what me and you got going on. You’ll lose everything, shorty. That’s what you want?” I asked, lying to her through clenched teeth.
I never told Dino that I was fuckin’ Raynell because I didn’t feel the need to. I just knew that it would light a fire under her ass and get her to change her mind.
“Messing around with you is so fuckin’ dangerous. Whatever you plan to do to him, you better make it quick. If shit goes left, I’m not backing you in this. I don’t know nothing, and I didn’t see nothing,” she let me know.
“You think this is dangerous, shorty? Wait until you hear what I have in mind to ask you next,” I said, and her eyes damn near bucked out of their sockets.
“What could possibly be more dangerous than this, Giovonni?” she quizzed.
“I’ll tell you after we get this done. Let’s go, beautiful,” I said and kissed her.
That, I didn’t lie about because shorty was indeed beautiful. The smile that appeared on her face was either because I’d called her beautiful or because I’d kissed her. Either way, I didn’t stick around long to enough to figure out what it was. Like we always did when we had our meet ups to fuck, I walked out of the room before her, making sure that the coast was clear.
Most people were inside their cells, but everyone who had some sort of job like cleaning up the kitchen, the bathrooms, or rec area were usually out around this time. We’d already had what was supposed to have been dinner, so nobody would be coming out of their cells again.
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