Heading to her bathroom, I damned sho stripped without hesitation. I was a hygienic person. I never missed a day of washing, and I wasn’t ‘bout to start. Them ponks ain’t stop shit this way. Whether it was Sierra or Riya, one of them was gon’ make sure I had a set of clean balls.
I grabbed a towel and washcloth out her linen closet and turned on the shower. I snatched up the last individual sealed toothbrush out here drawer and started with my mouth first. I was underneath the steaming hot water moments later.
I was able to do a round of scrubbing before she was back. Sierra let a lot of my shit in here slide so it was ‘bout that time to dick her down and put some money in her pockets. The weed I supplied the inmates, was through her. That went for the many cells I had flowing through this bitch as well. You’d be surprised how many niggas had the means to cop a phone or two.
I watched her remove the rest of her clothes and step in with a condom. I couldn’t lie, out of her and Riya, I’d choose Sierra every time. Riya was nice to look but I’d never touch her. Sierra confidence was through the roof, and I liked the way she melted like putty in my hands. Her body was soft to touch, and she always smelled like fresh peaches. I loved that shit.
“Two days, three max.”
“Didn’t I just tell you I wasn’t going to no fuckin’ hole?” I shouted.
“I can’t let this one go without consequences Bentley. You’ve been doing you for a year now, and I’ve let more than a little go. You got to serve this one. That nigga face is done for,” she explained.
She was the warden, so she had to show she was on her shit and making niggas suffer the consequences, but I was a different type of nigga. I ain’t abide by the rules when I was on the other side of these walls and I fa damn sho wasn’t ‘bout to start now that I was within hers.
Shaking my head, I said, “Stop playing with me Sierra.”
“Dammit, Bentley. You putting me in a fucked up position right now. I don’t need an investigation right now. I’m already young so these muthafuckas think I’m incompetent as fuck and can’t do my job. You got to work with me… please,” she begged.
If it wasn’t for her helping a nigga out, the money flow I had in here would be nonexistent. I was gon’ give her what she wanted but on my terms. I was still that nigga and had to have it my way.
“One day Sierra, and I better be out the next fuckin’ morning,” I stated through gritted teeth.
“That’s not how the hole works Bentley. You have to do at least forty-eight hours. You know how this shit goes.”
She went to touch my chest, and I swatted her hand away. I then took a step back and created distance between us. Withdipped brows and a turned-up lip, I asked, “Did you not just hear what the fuck I said? I got an ass to wash on the daily. I’m not spending more than a night in the hole and dealing with none of that hosing down bullshit y’all do to them other niggas. Twenty-four is all you getting. Take it or fuckin’ leave it and just know if you leave it, this dick leaving too.” I was tired of talking. I spoke my peace and meant every word.
She stared up at me with those big almond brown eyes, and I lowkey couldn’t wait to see tears streaming from them. Sierra knew she sucked dick real good. I had enough dick to make a bitch choke, and this bitch swallowed with pride. She was my favorite eater.
“One day but stay out of trouble Bentley. I can’t afford any more bullshit from you. I need this job.”
Chuckling, I stepped up and said, “If only muthafuckas knew how good of a job you did fuckin’ me, they wouldn’t be questioning it. One day Sierra, now bend the fuck over. I’m ready to bust a nut.”
Tearing open the condom, she slid it down my shaft and showed me a full moon. Lil’ mama had a fat ass, and that shit moved like water. Hitting it from the back not only kept a nigga in check but made the ride less intimate. She wasn’t mine and when I got the fuck up out of here, she would be nothing more than a faded memory. Right now, though, she was the best thing smoking and I meant that shit.
Sliding my wood between her folds, her gushy walls welcomed me with ease. Her soft moans instantly filled the room. Slow stroking pussy that ain’t belong to me was sucka shit. This was ‘bout to be a quick ten and I was getting the hell on. She wasn’t worth more than that.
Gripping her waist, I found my balance and went to work. Like clockwork, her pussy went to talking to a nigga. All it took was a few strokes in and that cream couldn’t wait to be seen. Itwas coating my shit causing a grin to surface. I knew what the dick could do, and I also knew how fast it took her to cum.
Sierra wanted to show dominance, but her pussy submitted to my every command, especially the silent ones. Get you before I get me ‘cause once I’m done, that’s it. She knew how it went. I went stroke for stroke loving the way her walls contracted around my flesh. When it damn near threw my dick in a death grip, I knew what was to come.
“Don’t hold it. Push that shit out,” I said while eyeing the many waves that ass created.
Next thing I knew, her pussy was pushing me out for real and the water works started. Her moans grew louder and louder as her juices seeped from her river. I was back in that shit hitting that spot back to back. She palmed the tile wall in front of her for balance.
“Fuuuuuuck!”
“I ain’t even tearing it up like I want to. Shut up with all that noise.”
“I can’t. I’m… finna… cummmmmm!”
Good ‘cause so am I.
The pace of my strokes were quickened, and her walls were back to choking me. She creamed as I released in the condom simultaneously. Teamwork made the dream work now I wanted her to get the fuck on so I could finish washing my nuts.
Pulling out, I rolled off the condom and tossed it in the toilet next to the shower. Stretching my leg, I used my foot to flush it. She looked back at me wearing a scrunched up face.
“I don’t trust bitches. Wash yo’ ass so I can wash mine. I got shit to do,” I chimed reaching for the rag.
