Chapter Wicked
Wicked
Iended the call with Aria because I heard footsteps coming from outside my cell. It’s late as fuck and everybody supposed to be sleeping. The only people roaming the halls were the correctional officers.
I’m glad that I could make Aria’s night. After she found out who I was, I could feel her trying to pull back from me, but I loved our conversations and wanted to keep the shit going. Out of all the women that I’d met online, she’s really the only one that I felt a connection to.
I slid the phone underneath my cot as the flashlight grew closer to the door.
The correctional officer flashed me with the light before passing my cell.
I laid there in the dark, gazing up at the ceiling.
In just a few months, I’ll be a free fucking man, and I couldn’t wait to get the fuck up outta here.
This was my last time serving time in prison.
I ain’t never stepping foot in this mufucka again.
The next time they gon’ have to plant me in the fucking ground.
After laying there for a moment, I heard the phone buzz. I’d forgot to place the shit on silent. Reaching underneath the cot, I removed the phone and the first thing I did was place it on silent. The second, I checked to see who had texted me.
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Aria: I’m horny and thinking about you.
I sat there, staring at the first picture that she sent me of her in red lingerie and the second one was a picture of her pussy.
Pretty, fat and pink. Something that she’s never done before.
I hadn’t asked her to do the shit either.
It’s letting me know that she’s getting more comfortable around me.
My dick bricked from the pictures. The closest thing I’ve gotten to some pussy is when I fucked the nurse here.
I’d fuck the shit out the bitch every chance I got.
She had a husband back at home, which meant I didn’t have shit to worry about when it came to her.
She kept her mouth closed and played her part.
Gripping my dick, I shot her a text back.
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And I waited to see what she was gon’ have to say. It instantly said read underneath my message. I stroked my dick, staring at her lingerie picture. Aria knows she bad as fuck. The shit I’d do that her lil ass, she’d probably end up calling the police on me.
My phone immediately rang. Swiping the screen, I answered. “Now who dick did you just send me?”
“Mine the fuck? You think I’m just walking ’round here with another nigga’s dick picture in my phone? You sound crazy as fuck.”
“Damn,” was all she could muster.
“What? It’s too big for you or something? All that pussy you got, I know it damn well better not be.”
“Nah, it’s perfect. Made my mouth water a bit.”
“Oh, so you wanna suck my shit, huh?”
“Babe, I suck yo’ dick, I ain’t gon’ be able to get rid of yo’ ass.
” I squeezed my dick a bit harder. The nurse be sucking my shit from time to time, but I swear it’s like she don’t be knowing what the fuck she be doing down there.
I be having to guide her through and the shit just turns me the fuck off.
“I can’t even tell you the last time I got my dick sucked good for real. It’s been a minute.” Pre-cum seeped from my dick head. “I need that.”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned and my shit throbbed. I’on know why she playing with me like that right now.
“Keep on, you gon’ make me break out this mufucka.”
“I dare you to.”
“Don’t ever dare a nigga like me to do some shit. You’ll get yo’ wish and not know what the fuck to do with me,” I warned. “Make this dick spit.”
“You want me to have phone sex with you?”
“Is that a problem? Unless you want me to do it with somebody else.” From the silence on the phone, I can sense her hesitation. “Is that lingerie what you’re wearing right now?”
“No. I took it off. I like to sleep naked.”
“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.