What She Wanted (8 page)

Devers was not just a stupid bitch
, Johnson thought,
she
was also apparently a stupid whore as well
. Good dick is
definitely hard to come by, but damn, pimping yourself out to
former convicts and extorting them was idiotic. Most of them
didn’t work, and when they did, it was minimum wage, $7.25
if they were lucky. Devers must have been hitting them hard to
amass $75,000 over the course of one year. She had to know
that someone would be watching and questioning.

***

After reading the email from the CNETWK center, Brooks’
first call was to Johnson. “Douglas was arrested last night by
the Philadelphia Police Department. He’s currently at Curran-
Fromhold Correctional Facility on a detainer by State Parole
and our warrant,” he said.

“What?” Johnson asked.

“Yeah, the same Douglas from your reports on Devers. Get
this, he was arrested for two counts of VUFA-without a license
and on the streets, eluding the police and resisting arrest. They
ran the serial number; its Kym’s County issued weapon. This
is his third VUFA arrest since he came home. Somehow he
slipped through the last time and made bail. We don’t know if
Devers knew about the new charges. Maybe he was paying her
to stay out of jail. Either way, we got her, Johnson. Let’s see her
get out of this one,” Brooks said.

Johnson was outraged. “Get him out of jail right now! I want
him out of CFCF, released from that Parole detainer, and in
our custody within two hours! We’ve got to talk to him before
he disappears for good. He had to have been there when she
lost her weapon. Maybe he was in her house on Alice Street,
and took it after he fucked her senseless. Who the fuck knows!
We’ll offer him a deal to talk. This is his third strike without a
license, he’ll do whatever we want him to do.”

Brooks felt the first stirrings of his luck returning. “I’m on
it, Johnson,” he said.

“Get him out now, Rick!” Johnson demanded.

***

Johnson looked at the reports on Devers again. She had an
apartment in the Logan section of Philly. Odd, since she had a
home in West Oak Lane. Also, the Jaguar purchase was missing
from her credit report. That car was too expensive for her to
afford on her own. There had to be someone they were missing
in Devers’ life; probably someone right under their noses.
Johnson took a chance and ran Rick Brooks’ credit report.

CHAPTER 9

“Y
ou a junkie for this dick, ain’t you, Devers?” Diesel
asked.

“You wasn’t talkin’ that shit a minute ago, was you, Smythe?”
Kym laughed as she fingered the wad of $5’s Diesel had come
through with.

He was a broke nigga, but right now, he was her nigga.
They were laying in the full-sized bed in his master bedroom
of the apartment she signed for last month. She was officially
dick-whipped.

“I gotta admit it, you got me right where you want me,” Kym
said.

“No, an hour ago I had you where I wanted you; ridin’ my
dick, slappin’ that wet ass on me like you know.” He laughed
and pinched her nipples. “A half hour ago, I had you where I
wanted you, gaggin’ on my dick.”

“Yeah, well, I gotta go. I work for a living, and I gotta take
care of my field notes, Smythe. You know I still gotta do my
job, whether your dick is involved or not. And no more inviting
your cousin into the mix without checkin’ with me first. I got
love for Kuron, but sometimes y’all ‘lil ménage be more than a
bitch can take.” Kym got up to slink back into her Kay Unger
New York knit jersey.

He wasn’t having that just yet. “You know, Devers, I think
you need a facial. You sure you can’t stay?”

Diesel was back on her. He knew Kym’s weakness was in
her liquid river. Her box was so hot she could only be cooled
by him. He knew about the other niggas who bounced in and
out of his liquid. He knew other niggas pockets ran way deeper
than his. Over the time they spent, he told her she’d be stupid
not to take the cash. He damn sure couldn’t give it to her, why
not let them fools pay. She always came back to him.

“Let me talk, to you, ma,” he said.

Kym knew what ‘talking’ meant. She couldn’t remember
when the fuckfest had changed to his tune, but right then she
didn’t care either. Diesel sat her on the back of the couch, her
legs cocked open, pussy swollen from taking two dicks all
night long. He slid one finger into her lips and swirled it around
her button.

“You liked it when Kuron was up in this pussy last night,
didn’t you?” Diesel worked around her nether lips, his tongue
pausing to invade her sugary walls in between words.

Kym knew not to say anything. She was getting fucked
before she left, and she couldn’t wait. Her Kay Unger dress
was forgotten, a balled up heap in the corner.

Diesel continued. “He nice, ‘cause I wouldn’t let just any
nigga share my liquid river and talk shit while he in it too. I
know you like his dick. I know you love this one also.”

Diesel talked his way into her pussy, his mouth working on
all the right angles, as all the right talk flew from his mouth.

“Juicy bitch, ain’t you?” He slurped at her clit. He licked her
outer lips before diving head first into the sweet nectar. “Nasty
bitch, ain’t you?” He slipped in the back to tongue-fuck her
asshole. “Dirty bitch like two dicks together.” He twisted her
around. Her head was smashed against the mirror behind the
couch, trying to get him deeper into her pussy. The liquid river
was overflowing.

“Diesel, fuck me.” Kym still couldn’t get over his name.
That shit just wasn’t normal, but good dick was good dick.

Her hands were fighting him to get inside her shit. Diesel
fingered her clit, while she fingered her hole. She grabbed his
head, pressing his tongue deep inside, contracting her muscles
around his tongue, but it wasn’t enough.

Kym loved niggas who knew their way around a wet pussy.
She loved tongues, fingers, dicks and dildos. She slid around
onto her knees and propped her ass up in the air. Her hands
spread her ass cheeks wide. Her two-toned crack was moist
from friction.

“Fuck me, convict,” she demanded.

He knew what to do, knew what she wanted. He wet her ass
up by spitting in the crack. Back when they started, he could
barely get his dick wet; she had him strapped up with two
condoms. Now he ran the show. His dick split her asshole wide
open, ran up in it like his name was on it. He got stuck halfway
through the darkness.

“Open up for me. Give it back to me, bitch,” Diesel said. She
opened up and spread wide. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Lemme
talk to you.” And talk he did. His words opened her wider.

Long, slow strokes filled her, his dick sliding in more. Kym
gripped him from behind and flowed to their rhythm. She
pulled him deeper into her. She couldn’t get him in far enough.
There was heat, but her flame was peaking and waning. His talk
was usually enough, but it wasn’t enough this time. Her pussy
throbbed from the friction in her ass. Kym’s body pulsated, but
the fire was low.

“Fuck me, convict. Fuck this pussy, Diesel. Beat this shit
up.” She stopped the flow until he dragged his dick outta her
back hole.

Twisting her around, he pushed his dick into her mouth,
fresh from her ass. Kym knew bitches got stupid when it came
down to eating their own. Fuck that. If you knew your own ass
and pussy was clean…

“Talk to me, Diesel. Make me cum all ova this dick,” she
moaned, licking the tip of his dick, tasting herself on him.

She started deep throating, giving him slow, controlled
head, taking all of him in. Kym knew her head game was tight.
He was fucking her mouth, and she was finger fucking herself,
getting wetter each time she gagged. She felt his veins contract
and swell with semen.

He was caught in ecstasy. “Don’t play, Kym, suck it right,”
he said.

Diesel worked his dick outta her mouth and stroked it in his
hands. He watched the liquid pool in between her thighs as he
stroked harder. He couldn’t wait to get inside.

“Play with it, Kym. Show me what you want me to do
when I get in there.”

She immediately stuffed four fingers into her slit, and began
savagely stroking her pussy; in and out, faster and slower,
moaning and grunting. She was getting wetter and hornier. He
gripped her clit between two fingers and slowly replaced her
fingers with his dick. He burned his way inside until he hit her
sugar walls on all sides.

Slow burn ran through her as Diesel lit the fire, and replaced
the pain with a sweet pleasure as he worked his way slowly
back and forth. Then like a crazed fiend, he began pounding
in her afterlife, digging deep into her organs as the first orgasm
hit her and she came all around him. Diesel slid out and dove
headfirst into her dripping pussy, and sucked her cum as it ran
down to her anus. He licked and sucked until Kym thought she
was dry, and then she came again.

With a fresh burst of liquid rain, Diesel was back in her
pussy until she felt his balls slapping up against her ass and
tantalizing her back hole.

“Diesel, this shit feels so fuckin’ good, baby. Don’t stop!
Don’t stop, convict! I’m cummin’ again. Cum wit’ me, convict,”
Kym said.

“Kym, you bitch, I love you…aaargh …you bitch, P.O,”
Diesel moaned.

“Whose dick is this, convict? Whose dick is it? Say my
name, nigga!”

“K…k…ym,” this nigga stuttered. Diesel let out a long,
low groan and pumped his life into her. “Damn, bitch!”

“Get it right, nigga.” Kym adjusted under him. “Don’t lean,
nigga. I’m a delicate flower of a righteous bitch. I can’t take the
weight of ya heavy ass.”