Chapter 9 Bentley #2
She went to touch my chest, and I swatted her hand away.
I then took a step back and created distance between us.
With dipped 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.
It was 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.
“Watch how you speak to me Bentley.”
“Not one time did I call you out yo’ name. Chill ‘fore I say something to you that’ll hurt yo’ feelings.”
“Don’t make me up yo’ stay in the hole nigga,” she threw back.
“Try me,” I said with my dick in tow. The only thing that would make her settle the fuck down and stop carrying on was me taking back the dick she obsessed over.
“I’ll shower when you’re done. Banks is outside the door waiting on you. Stop starting shit Bentley Atkins. This is my prison, not yours,” she voiced while stepping out, then wrapping herself in a robe.
Bitch you can have this muthafucka. It ain’t shit I’d invest in.
The locks turning on the steel door gained my attention.
I stood from the cold cot and walked to the door.
My mood had been on ten since I got in this four by four.
Sierra ain’t stand on her word so that anger was boiling at this point.
I had a few words for the warden next time I saw her.
The doors opened and Officer Banks stood with a pair of cuffs in tow.
“I ain’t dong shit but washing my ass, aight? I done spent two days in this muthafucka and my balls ain’t touched a bar of soap.”
“Blame it on the warden, Atkins. Some people came through, and she had to be on her shit. Chunk it up and just let it be,” he said shaking his head.
I cocked my head to the side wearing a confused expression. “I’m trying to figure out why the fuck you think I give a fuck. She knew the fuckin’ stipulations to this shit and she ain’t stand ten toes. Make sure you let her know she cut the fuck off,” I voiced stretching my wrists.
“Mhmm,” he mumbled.
I was escorted from one side of the building to another.
My cell block was C, and I had to say, I ain’t never been happier to see it.
He tried walking me to my cell, and I hit him with that look.
I wasn’t going nowhere but to the showers.
He scoffed and pulled me in the direction I should’ve been going in the first place.
Once I was there, I took a full hour getting myself together. Banks was irritated but I really didn’t give a fuck. That bitch left me in there for two days without so much as a fuck you. I was trying my best to use every drop of hot water this muthafucka contained.
By the time I made it back to my cell, Old Skool was stepping out for some rec time. He looked me up and down and laughed. He always got a kick out of seeing me complain. In his eyes, I was Bentayga whining ‘bout not having my way.
“You good?” he questioned.
“I’m straight. You spoke to Drill yet?”
“I did at chow time. Why? Wassup?”
“He be at rec with you and the Kings, right?” Old Skool nodded, and I continued with, “Cool. Have him and his boys handle them ponks. I don’t want to hear shit other than them boys made it to the infirmary,” I said sternly.
He smiled while shaking his head from side to side. “You know if they rat you out, they throwing yo’ ass back in the hole.”
“I wish the fuck Warden Montel would play with me like that. She already played on my top and I ain’t going for it no more.”
“I’ll take care of it. You doing visits today?”
“Yeah. I got one in like thirty. The homie supposed to be coming through and chopping it up with me.”
“I’ll have word for you after visits then. It shouldn’t take them boys long to knock ‘em down. When I get back though, be prepared to come with me to the library. You reading up on yo’ case and joining Chats with Angels. You keep getting in trouble but all you need is a friend,” he jested.
Wrong nigga. Friends ain’t shit to me but foes waiting to fuck me over.
“I need my freedom out them crackers hands. That’s the only thing a nigga need. Let Drill know I’ll send something his way when it’s done.”
“Will do.” With that in mind, Old Skool was on ‘bout his business and so was I.
For the next few minutes, I got my shit together.
I was waiting for Riya to come assist me to the visiting room.
Kong had been the only one to come see me.
Daisy answered all my calls, but she refused to come see me at my lowest. She felt like this was one foot in the grave for a nigga.
It was cool though. Her answering was just as good.
Officer Riya showed moments later giving me the first admiring thing to see of the day. She walked me down without saying much of anything to me. I welcomed the peace and quiet, to be honest. Those two days had me thinking ‘bout more than a lot.
Entering the spacious room, I took the table to the right corner that sat in the back. It gave more privacy than the other tables did. Plus, I had some shit to discuss with Kong. A few people needed to get knocked including Windale’s dumbass.
A few minutes passed before the doors were opened and the visitors were let in. Kong was the first through the door with scanning eyes. He was a brotha fa sho. The man ain’t missed a visit since I got here. He damned sure earned his place next to me.
When he was in close range, I stood and dapped him up briefly engaging in a brotherly hug.
He was missed; I couldn’t lie. Besides Daisy, he was the only other person that really knew me.
Shit, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be the nigga I was in here either.
He was breaking bread with the guards left and right on my behalf.
“What it do foo?” he asked taking a seat across from me.
“Shit, I wish I could tell you something new but it’s the same bullshit.
Windale ain’t got shit but a blank fuckin’ document on getting me the fuck up out of here.
Put somebody else on this shit and make sure they got a dual license.
Windale too incompetent for me. Look out of state if you have to. ”
Nodding, he agreed. “I’ll get on it once I’m gone. How they treating you in here? I need to drop a ticket?”
“Nah, I got shit under control. Trust me, ain’t nobody crazy in this bitch for real. Handle Windale too. I’m ‘bout sick of him.”
“Damn Windale. Hate to do it to you, but orders are orders,” he said aloud. “Me and Fancy spent some time with Aunt Daisy yesterday. We took her out to eat and shopping. She miss you man.”
“I’m already knowing. I just spoke to her the other day letting her know I ain’t got much longer. Somebody gon’ get me out this muthafucka. You looked into what I told you?”