“Oh, so you don’t have shit on right now.” I stroked my dick, imagining her naked frame.
“Yes. My nipples are so hard right now. Wish your mouth were on them. Mmhmm.”
I groaned, stroking myself slowly, imagining her full breasts heaving with each word. “Fuck. Touch ’em for me. Pinch those nipples hard like I would if I was there.”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned softly, the sound making my dick twitch in my fist. “Yes, daddy. I’m twisting them.”
“Pull ’em ’til it hurts a lil.”
“Ungh.” I licked my chapped lips. “My pussy getting wet just thinking about your dick. Is it hard? Do I make you hard?”
“Shit already ’bout to bust, babe,” I admitted, pumping faster, thumb circling the slick head. “Rub that clit. Tell me how wet you are.”
Her gasp filled the line. “Oh, so wet… fingers sliding right over it. I’m circling slow, like your tongue would. Wish you were here to lick me clean.”
My breath grew heavier, hips bucked into my hand as I pictured her spread out, legs wide, fingers dipping into her folds. “Slide two fingers inside that tight pussy. Fuck yourself for me, babe. Pretend it’s my dick, stretching you.”
“Yes… oh fuck, they’re deep,” Aria whimpered, her voice hitching with each thrust of her hand. We sounds echoed faintly through the phone, driving me insane. “It’s not enough. I need your big dick inside me.”
I gripped tighter, jerking roughly now, balls drawing up. “I’m close, babe. Tell me you’re gonna cum with me.”
“Cum with me, Wicked.” Fuck. I loved the way my name rolled off her tongue. The pressure built unbearably, and with a groan, I exploded, hot ropes of cum spilling over my knuckles as I milked every drop. Aria’s cries peaked seconds later.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
THE FOLLOWING DAY
I spent time out there on the yard, working out like I normally do every day. After talking to Aria last night, I slept like a mufucking baby. She was the first thing on my mind when I woke this morning. I shot her a text to make sure she was straight before I left my cell.
I placed the weights down on the ground next to my feet and lifted from the bench. Grabbing my t-shirt, I pulled it down over my head and headed for the building. A lot of people were out and about, so I was about to use this as my opportunity to head in and shower before the bathroom got overcrowded.
Stopping by my cell, I grabbed my shit and headed for the showers. When I entered the bathroom, it was empty as fuck, just how I liked it. I turned on the shower and stripped out of my clothes. Stepping underneath the showerhead, the water beat my frame as I lathered it with soap. Footsteps came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see this nigga Marco strolling in.
“Damn, nigga, you already back in here? That didn’t take long.”
“Yeah, well I was sent back,” he said as he grew closer to me.
“That’s exactly why I ain’t want to put yo’ ass on when I got out. I knew you wasn’t gon’ be able to stay out of fucking trouble, and I’on need you bringing no got damn heat to my family.” Shaking my head, I went back to my shoulder. More footsteps could be heard, so I turned around. One thing I knew was, that I had to watch my back at all times.
Two big ass niggas stood not too far behind Maro with their arms folded over their chests. “What the fuck is going on here?” I questioned him as the water rained down on my head.
“You ain’t have to put me on out there. I got in with another family, who was willing to pay a hefty amount to make sure that you didn’t make it out of prison alive. He nodded toward me, and the two men rushed me. Each grabbed one of my arms before I was even able to swing, and they slammed my body against the tile wall.
Marco closed in on me. “You should’ve let me in when you had the chance.” He removed a shank from underneath his shirt.Gripping me by the shoulder, he lifted his arm. If he thought I was about to go down without a fight, he was stupid.
Lifting my foot, I kneed his ass in the dick. He doubled over. One of the guys with him punched me in the stomach, knocking the got damn wind out of me.
“Stupid mufucka,” he said and he rammed the shank into my stomach several times. Once he was done, they released me and my body dropped to the floor. Blood rushed from my stomach, mixing in with the water, flowing down the drain. My vision grew blurry as Maro and the men turned around and exited the bathroom, leaving me bleeding to death on the floor.
Wren
My phone rang, grasping my attention. For the last couple of hours, I was sitting online, looking at paint to see what color I wanted to paint my bookstore. Picking up my phone, I saw it was Liliana. Swiping the screen, I placed the phone to my ear. “Hey,” I answered.
“Wr-Wren, where’s Kairo?”
“He’s in the bathroom, taking a shower. Is there something wrong?”
“Can you go give him the phone?”
