Down With the King of the South 2

by Diamond Johnson

  Looking at it, I couldn’t help but wonder if she got it waxed because she knew she was going to show it to me tonight or if she already had plans to get it waxed. Either way, I lowered my head and kissed her clit. Her pussy was already soaked, which was a good sign that she knew how to get wet. I hated fuckin’ dry ass pussy. I licked from her slit, all the way up to her clit, and she jumped while moaning. I didn’t go around eating every woman’s pussy that I dealt with, but I’d be a fool not to sample Shae’s juices. I imagined it tasting like this; sweet, pure, and damn near addicting.

  “Toddrriccckkk…” She moaned my name for the first time as I sucked on her clit the same way I was just sucking on her juicy lips.

  Shae was looking down at me with her mouth wide the hell open like she was about to pass out. Even if I wasn’t doing a good job, I knew this shit was still going to feel like heaven for her because she hadn’t had this type of male attention in over ten years, just like she said. Although she was the one getting pleased, I swear I enjoyed this shit more than she did. Juices were all around my mouth, in my beard, and because I was headfirst in her shit, I swear some was even dripping down on my chest.

  One would fuck around and think that she was pissing on me. Each time she moaned my name, my dick felt like it was going to burst. I always talked about how I loved Choc’s voice, but I was in love with her sex voice. It was sexy, whiney, and submissive. While I licked her clit, I stuck one finger inside her, and that shit felt exactly like she called it; a pussy that hadn’t been touched in over ten years! Her shit was too fuckin’ tight. I felt like I used to feel in my younger days when I took a lot of virginities.

  She jumped when I stuck that finger inside of her and gripped my shoulders tight as hell. As she bit her bottom lip, her body started to tremble. I knew it was on from there.

  “I’m cummmingggg… I’m cumminggg,” she cried out, riding the wave of the orgasm that I was giving her.

  Jashae looked down at me like I was God; I swear she did. In no time, I had the water turned off, and I turned her body around, having her place her arms on the shower wall. That pussy deserved to be ate on before I started fuckin’ her. She deserved it, man. I bent down, spread her pussy lips apart, admired the way her clit was jumping from the front, and I grabbed hold of it again with my tongue, this time holding it hostage.

  “Shittttt… Todrricckkk… damnnnn… right thereeee… thereeee,” she whined.

  “Where at, Choc? Like this?” I pulled back so I could ask her, and then I went back to sucking on her clit.

  “Yessss… Miamiiii, it feels so gooddd,” she cried.

  That shit was so sexy to me, man. The moans, her appreciation of me eating her pussy, her continuing to get wet, all of that. I sped up my pace with my tongue, and when I watched her eyes roll and her body just all of a sudden jerked, I knew it was on again. Right when she was getting ready to tell me that she was cumming again, her voice got caught in her throat, and she released with juices flying everywhere. I didn’t stop licking either.

  She reached her hand back, trying to push me away, but I kept on. I wanted at least three orgasms in my mouth from her. I lifted her little ass up, turned her around in my arms, and sat her ass right on my chest as I held her by her hips, and my tongue went right back on her clit. Her little thighs were trembling in my arms, and I knew she wanted that third nut because her hands were playing in my hair as she kept me right in place on her clit.

  “Miamiiiii… Miammiiii,” she moaned, and juices went squirting everywhere again, this time getting all in my eyes and shit.

  Still holding her up, I walked us out of the shower and sat her down on the bathroom counter. All the while, her arms were wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist as we kissed. I let her taste her own juices.

  “Make love to me, Miami,” she sexily told me right after she broke the kiss.

  I looked into her beautiful, light brown eyes, just to see if she was serious or not. When I didn’t see any hesitation, I moved away from her. It took me maybe ten seconds to go in the bedroom, retrieve my wallet, and pull out two condoms. The way my dick was standing at attention, something told me that I was going to be dicking Choc down all night. On my way back to her, I took one of the condoms out of the packaging and put it on my dick.

  As much as she wanted this dick, I saw the nervousness all in her eyes when I came back to her. I wasn’t a nigga with an average package. Not even on no cocky shit, but my dick was big. Even a hating ass bitch who didn’t like me couldn’t fix her lips to say that my dick was little and that I didn’t know how to use it. God had blessed me with length, width, and a stroke game out of this world. I couldn’t be this handsome and walk around with a small ass dick!

  The first thing I did when I was close enough was to kiss her. I was addicted to kissing her ass. In the middle of us kissing, I used the head of my dick to play around in her dripping pussy. I already knew that I was about to give her both pleasure and pain with these strokes. Tired of playing around like I was in middle school again, I put my dick at the entrance of her pussy and slid it inside, or in my case, tried to slide it inside. Her body instantly tensed up, and her hands went for my chest, trying to push me out.

  What she did was normal behavior. I knew we were both waiting for the part when it started feeling good, so even though she was running, I kept pushing.

  “Toddricckkkk… OH, MY FUCKIN’NNN GODDDD,” she cried when my hands went for her pussy lips, and I spread them a little bit so I could push inside of her.

  Shae’s eyes looked like they would buck out of their sockets, and a tear dropped, which I licked right off her face. I held my dick right in her pussy, not daring to move until she got herself together. All the inches that God had blessed with me were filling her little hole up, and once I felt like it was a good time to start stroking, I moved my hips against her. Up and down, back and forth, like I was doing hula hoops in her pussy.

  “This my fuckin’ pussy now! Choc, this shit is so good, bae,” I groaned as I deep stroked her pussy, making love to her shit like she asked me to.

  “It’s soooo bigggg… Miamiiii… it’s so fuckin’ heavvvyyy. Shitttt… right there, babyyyy,” she cried.

  Choc’s face was drenched in tears, but I couldn’t keep licking them away because that was depriving me of seeing her fuck faces. She had a beautiful fuck face that I wanted to keep looking at.

  “This your dick now?” I asked as I picked up her pretty feet, put them in my mouth, and licked her toes. Her toes were pained a light pink color, and I loved that shit. I knew she ain’t never in her fuckin’ life have a nigga give her this dope dick and suck on her toes in the process.

  “Yessss… shitttt… I’m cumming againnnnnn,” she cried out.

  Shae came right on my dick and had the nerve to try to push me away.

  “This pussy ain’t been fucked in over ten years! Ain’t no fuckin’ breaks. You tapping out on me, Choc? Already?” I asked as I lifted her up and placed her on her feet.

  Her legs were like noodles because she almost fell.

  “You think Taniya is going to hear us?” she tried to be slick and ask, but I knew her pretty ass was stalling.

  “She’s asleep, Shae. In a deep sleep. Put your leg right here,” I said and slapped her thigh so she could put it on the counter.

  She did it, but she did it slowly. Once that arch was in her back, and we both could see ourselves in the mirror, it was as if somebody was bringing the cameras out because I started showing the fuck out. I kid you not, for one hour straight, I stayed in this bathroom with Shae. By the time we were done, one of her eyelashes was off, three nails were broken, and I was sure she was at least five pounds lighter because I had just worked the fuck out of her ass. Now, we were in bed. I was laying on my back, her naked body was on top of me, and her eyes were closed, although I knew she wasn’t sleeping.

  “You’re paying to get my hair done, my lashes fixed, and my nails, Miami. I’m so serious too. I just
did all of that yesterday,” she said in a sleepy ass voice.

  I was on cloud nine; high off her sex.

  “That ain’t shit. What else you want? A new car? What?” I asked.

  “I want to keep this a secret. At least for now,” she said, quickly knocking me off the high that I was on.

  “Fuck outta here with that. Everybody in the fuckin’ world is going to know that you down with the king of the south! I wish the fuck I would keep your pretty ass a secret!” I barked and scowled at her, although I knew she couldn’t see me since her eyes were closed.

  She didn’t respond, and I tried to push her off me.

  “I heard you, Toddrick, damn! You really were going to get mad at me and push me off you?” she asked, this time with her eyes open. They were red, more than likely because she was tired.

  “I ain’t keeping you no secret, Jashae. I mean that shit,” I let her know, and she smiled.

  “I know you not. I wouldn’t want you to,” she said and then kissed me on my lips.

  My hand played around in her hair, as I just lay there soaking up this entire moment.

  “How it feels to have sex after ten years?” I asked.

  Her elbow was now propped up on my chest as she looked up at me. She thought about my question for a few seconds before she answered.

  “I feel like I lost my virginity all over again. Only difference is, I didn’t bleed. You’re perfect at what you do. Poisoning your food and cutting your dick off are all things that you should be worried about now if you fuck around on me. Toddrick, I will kill you. You fuck too good to be cheating,” she said, and I laughed.

  Just like me, she was high off our sex.

  “You think you can handle another round? Let me put you to sleep. Have you waking up sometime tomorrow in the afternoon,” I said before putting my hand on her waist and flipping her over.

  Giovonni “Trip” Young

  “Look at you! They finally let my boy out of that fuckin’ hole!” one of my niggas, T-boy, who was serving a double life sentence for a few murders that he’d committed on the streets said.

  Any other time, I would have laughed at some shit like that and gave him a pound, but each time a nigga was forced to withstand that type of punishment where I had to be inside a damn hole for twenty-three hours out of my day, it made my heart grow a little bit colder. It turned my feelings all the way off, and I swear it made me think about murder. I had stitches on both of my hands because a few nights ago, I’d gotten so angry in there that I started punching the concrete walls in the small space that they had me in for the past month.

  I yelled in that room, cried for my son, became angry, and I was looking around for things that would take me out of my misery, but they purposely didn’t leave anything around for me to kill myself with. The one person who took up a lot of space in my mind was Shae. I didn’t regret doing what I did to her because if the information was given to me today about her being hugged up with Miami, I would drag her ass again. I just hated the way I went about it. I should have done that shit on a day when the guards that I fucked with were the ones in charge of visitation.

  Shae thought that she could do whatever the fuck she wanted to since I was incarcerated, and that wasn’t the case. Just like I told her from day one of my sentence, I had eyes every fuckin’ where. Out of all the fuckin’ niggas that she could get with, she chose to fuck around with a nigga who she knew for a fact used to be somebody that I was cool with. That was dirty, yo! Yes, I had fucked around on Shae plenty of times, but I never fucked one of her friends. I had too much fuckin’ respect for my shorty to do some shit like that.

  I expected some dirty ass shit like that from another bitch, not the same one who I been fuckin’ with since before her ass even got a damn period! Shae knew she couldn’t fuck with Miami if I were a free man because I was the type of nigga who would pull up on him in broad daylight, not giving a fuck if he was outside playing catch with his kid, and I would air his ass out. Because I was locked away like a fuckin’ animal, and she knew my reach wasn’t as long, she felt like she could try me. I swear to God, as soon as I get a hold of my phone, I was putting a fuckin’ bounty on that nigga’s head.

  Instead of replying to T-boy, I kept on walking, following the correctional officer as he walked me back to my bunk. I was so famous in this damn prison that the whole way back to my cell, people were walking up to me, giving me pounds, saying “welcome back,” and all of that. I never in a million years thought that I would have been so happy to be going back to my prison cell. When I walked inside, the first thing I noticed was that the top bunk was cleared, which is where my old cellmate used to be.

  “What happened to Jeff?” I turned around and asked the young correctional officer.

  His name was Mike, and he was a skinny ass white rookie who had no fuckin’ business making this his occupation. I could flex my muscles right now and scare the shit out of his little ass.

  “He got into a fight a couple of weeks ago in the kitchen. He was shanked to death. You have the cell to yourself at least until someone gets transferred in here,” Mike let me know.

  “Wowww,” was all I could say.

  Jeff was a quiet white man, but I could look at his ass and tell that he was bat shit crazy. He was serving a life sentence as well for murdering his wife. When he told me what he was in here for, I swear I couldn’t feel him on that shit. Shae could annoy the fuck out of me sometimes, piss a nigga off to the fullest, but nothing to the point that I would want to kill her. Shittttt, now my feelings had definitely changed.

  Once Mike left my cell and locked it, the first thing I did was look at the pictures that were hanging up on the wall. Majority of the pictures that I had were of Shae and Vonte. All the pictures dated back from when Shae was a little girl, to her being pregnant, and even some of her in the hospital right after she gave birth to Vonte, until now. Of course, there were a few pictures of my niggas on the wall as well, but my family was really the ones who took up a lot of space.

  After looking at the pictures and wishing that I could go back in time, I got down on my knees and looked for the whole that I’d cut in what was supposed to have been my mattress for my phone, but it wasn’t there.

  “I assume you’re looking for this?” a female voice said on the other side of the cell.

  I looked up, and it was Raynell. I never thought that I would say this, but I actually missed her bird brain ass. In the hole, I dealt with different correctional officers. During my stay, I had an old, white man named Peter, who had been on the job for over thirty years, so I couldn’t try to get one over on him. The other officer was a white bitch who reminded me of a butch, so I knew not to even try to get one over on her. When I say get one over on them, I basically meant smooth talking the fuck out of them, so I could cure my needs. In other words, having them risk their job for my black ass.

  As much shit as I talked about Raynell, and as much as I disrespected her, shorty did her thing by holding me down. She knew that if they were to have found that phone in here, I probably would have gotten more time in the hole. She dangled it in her hands and passed it to me through the hole. I quickly tucked it away in the mattress.

  Raynell looked different today. Usually, she rocked her own natural hair, but today she wore it in box braids. Her shit looked good too. As always, her uniform fit her better than any other bitch in here. I didn’t know if it was because I had just gone so long without getting any pussy or if she was really looking good today.

  “You missed me?” I asked with a cocky smirk on my face.

  “Ummm, not really,” she said with a smile, making it obvious that she was lying.

  “You heard about what happened with Jeff? Or were you here when it happened?” I asked, still not believing that Jeff went out like that.

  “I heard about it after it happened. I been out for the past two weeks. I just got back yesterday,” she let me know.

  “Oh yeah? Where the hell you been?” I probed.


  It was like I cared, but on the other hand, I really didn’t give a fuck. She looked away for a few seconds, and then she finally answered my question.

  “I was pregnant. The day I found out was the same day that you got in trouble in the visitation room and you were in the hole. I planned to tell you that morning, but everything with you had happened so damn fast. The more time I had to wait, the more the baby would have grown, and I didn’t want to let too much time pass. You have this crazy look on your face, probably ready to say that the baby wasn’t yours, but it was! Contrary to whatever the hell you believe, I’ve only been sleeping with you. You’re like the only man to ever give me attention these days. You and the rest of these dogs in here, which really doesn’t count because I’m the closest thing to a piece of pussy that half of y’all will ever see again, so I know that’s why y’all gravitate toward me. In the outside world, niggas rarely even look my way twice. I guess I have to have a five hundred dollar wig down my ass and some hazel eyes in order to get their attention,” she said.

  I’d never heard Raynell sound so insecure. She walked around this bitch like this was her prison. Hell, I guess that uniform had given her some of the confidence that she needed. When the uniform came off, she was forced to show who she really was, which sounded to me like a woman who just wanted some acceptance from a man.

  “Damn. I don’t even know what the fuck to say. I guess I’ll say the dog ass nigga thing that I thought you were on birth control,” I voiced.

  She sucked her teeth and then looked away. My black ass was serving a whole life sentence, yet I had drama like I was a free man. Wow!

  “I was! It doesn’t always work, especially when I don’t take them properly. You see the crazy hours that I work. Majority of the time, I don’t leave out of here until seven in the morning. When I get home, taking a birth control pill isn’t the first thing on my mind. Look, Trip, at the end of the day, I wasn’t expecting your sympathy. I didn’t expect you to question how many weeks I was, be pissed that I killed your baby, none of that. I knew the type of man I was dealing with when I started fuckin’ you. For my own conscience, I just felt the need to tell you. Like they always say when you leave the hole, welcome back!” she called out, and just like that, she walked away from me.