by A'zayler
“Ezra, you was giving that girl head?” Jazz asked.
“Bruh, do it look like I’m trying to talk to you right now?”
Goofy laughter came from Jazz.
Ezra ignored him and grabbed his dick in his hand, but it was removed by Cannon. She’d grabbed it with both of her hands and led it to her opening. Ezra licked his lips as he looked down at her with desire in his eyes. Cannon was staring at him passionately while guiding him to connect them. Ezra’s eyes closed as soon as he was inside of her.
Cannon gasped as if she couldn’t catch her breath. Ezra loved that shit. It was like his dick took her breath away, and that boosted his ego like a muthafucka. The continuous moans of pleasure mixed with pain that sounded from her lips afterward finished the job.
She was so pretty, as she did her best to take the pain he was pushing into her. Ezra could tell she was doing her best not to make too much noise since they weren’t alone, but little did she know, that was the opposite of what he wanted. He needed to hear her.
With her arms around his neck, Cannon pulled Ezra down on top of her. His mouth was to her ear when she licked up the side of his neck.
“What you holding back for?”
“Because there’s people in here,” she whispered.
Ezra pushed as hard as he could and she yelped in discomfort. “So.” He pushed harder again bringing about another loud moan. “I want them to hear me make love to you.”
Ezra leaned up and looked down at Cannon. Her face was etched in discomfort as she stared at him lovingly while nodding her head. Ezra nodded his as well, making sure not to break their eye contact. Only moving the lower part of his body, Ezra gave one stroke of passion after the other. Cannon’s moans were like music to his and probably Jazz’s ears as well.
Her sounds were so melodic and peaceful that they had Ezra closing his eyes. “Damn, Cannon,” he moaned before grabbing one of her legs in the crook of his arm. “What the fuck, man.” He questioned, to no one in particular, just before placing a kiss on the inside of her knee.
“What’s wrong?” she asked low enough for him to hear her.
“Ain’t shit wrong, mama. Everything is fucking right.” Ezra kissed her lips sloppily before diving deeper into her body.
He made love to Cannon as if they were at home alone, totally disregarding Jazz and the girl he had. Who had, all of sudden, begun to make more noise than she’d been making. Clearly in a losing competition with Cannon. Nobody could match her and the love she made with Ezra.
“She’s so loud,” Cannon mumbled into Ezra’s ear.
“Fuck her. This real.” He kissed the side of Cannon’s mouth. “Hold on to me.”
Cannon’s arms went around his neck as he laid on top of her and made slow love. Ezra’s sexual expertise was clearly driving Cannon crazy because she was mumbling all types of nasty stuff in his ear. Her words ranged from the way he was making her pussy feel to how she felt like she was in love with him. He smiled at that admission because it was probably the truth and she’d just been trying to hold it in, but good sex had brought it right on out.
“Y’all fucking shit up in here.” Jazz chuckled.
Ezra peeped over his shoulder to see Jazz and the girl getting dressed. Jazz was smiling happily as he always was, while the girl looked annoyed and intrigued at the same time. She was on the edge of the bed pulling her skirt up while watching Ezra and Cannon in fascination.
“Shorty is watching us, give her something to see,” Ezra whispered to Cannon.
Cannon’s closed eyes opened as she smiled up at him and nodded her head. Ezra didn’t know what the fuck Cannon had just done but the way she moved the bottom half of her body while squeezing the muscles in her love had him dropping his head in defeat.
“Cannonnnnn, damn, baby. What you doing?” He questioned in pure ecstasy.
“I love you, Ezzy,” she moaned passionately while pushing his locs out of his face.
Ezra’s face was distorted in pleasure as he felt the head of his dick tingling. The look in Cannon’s eyes assured him that she would definitely be his baby forever whether she knew it or not.
“Ugh,” the girl Jazz had been with said as she stood from the bed. “What you watching them like that for? You act like you ain’t just get the same thing this nigga is getting.” Her words were laced with envy as she ranted to Jazz.
“I ain’t watching them like nothing, I just ain’t never seen no shit like this. They fucking like real live grown people.” Jazz chuckled again. “Your ass is just hating.”
“Hating on what?”
“Her,” Jazz chuckled again before letting himself out of the room with the girl in tow.
Ezra watched them over his shoulder as they left before giving Cannon his attention. “I love you too, mama.”
Cannon’s eyes watered as she smiled at him. Ezra pecked her lips softly until he reached his climax. Once they were done it took them a minute to clean themselves up and get dressed. When they were ready to leave, Ezra walked out first. As soon as the door opened, a plethora of noise and boys tumbled over each other in the hallway.
They were all running and scattering back down the stairs. Ezra laughed along with them while Cannon on the other hand looked embarrassed as hell.
“Y’all niggas lame as fuck for listening.” He was still laughing when he pulled Cannon in front of him. He held on to her as they walked down the stairs. “Come on, I need to go grab my book bag.”
Cannon nodded and led them down the stairs. Ezra could tell by the way she kept trying to hold her head down that she was embarrassed, but he wasn’t having that. With his arms tightly around her shoulders, he kissed the side of her neck.
“Relax, you mine. Ain’t no shame in that.”
Cannon covered her face as she tried to hide her smile.
“Boy, we heard y’all all the way down here.” Taki laughed.
“Shid, you should have heard they ass up close and personal like I did.” Jazz joined in on the laughing.
“Fuck y’all.” Ezra’s laughter was just as hype as his friends.
“Aye, y’all she was moaning like that because this nigga be eating her out.”
When Cannon spun around quickly and tucked her face into Ezra’s chest, he kissed the top of her head repeatedly before looking back at his friends.
“Y’all niggas need not worry about what the fuck I be doing.”
An array of laughter and comments sounded around the room. Some of his teammates agreeing with him, while others sided with Jazz about not doing it.
“It’s your mouth, you can do what you want with it, but I’m making my girl feel good with mine. That’s on y’all niggas what y’all do with y’all shit.”
“Oh my god, let’s go.” Cannon shook her head into his chest.
“Don’t be embarrassed, girl. These other niggas just childish.” The girl that had been with Jazz told her.
Upon hearing her voice, Cannon turned around to face everyone. She smiled at the girl, and Ezra was grateful for that. He hated for her to have been the center of attention like that.
“Damn, New Girl, I ain’t know y’all was in love and shit,” Taki told her.
“Well, now you know.” Cannon winked playfully.
“All that winking is unnecessary,” the girl that Taki was with vented.
Ezra could feel Cannon’s body tense in his grasp so he rubbed her shoulders. “Ignore her.”
“Bitch, die.” Cannon told her, totally disregarding what he’d told her.
“You die, hoe. You’re the one over here fucking off when you barely even know this nigga.” The girl taunted as she stood to her feet.
Ezra sucked his teeth. Monet was a groupie that had been checking for him since their ninth-grade year and had refused to give up until Taki tried his hand at her. Ezra had been happy as hell when she’d found her way out of his face, but clearly, she was still with the shit.
“Nah li’l baby, I ain’t fucking off, I’m giving my nigg
a what he needs and your miserable ass is just hating.” Cannon stepped out of Ezra’s grasp. “Now if you want to square up we can do that shit, but I ain’t about to argue with no jealous ass hoe about what I do with my body.”
Vulgar commentary sounded from both the men and women in the room. Ezra waited patiently behind Cannon, giving her room to do what she needed to do.
“Let’s get it then, hoe. I ain’t scared of your fat ass.”
Cannon moved to step toward the girl, but Ezra stopped her. “Nah, mama, relax. We’re about to dip. Let her get hers another day.”
Cannon stood in the same spot for a minute like she wasn’t going to move. “Well, Ezra loves my fat ass, so fuck you.”
Ezra could tell the situation was on the way to getting much worse, so he grabbed Cannon’s hand and pulled her toward the chair where his book bag was. Once he had it on his shoulder he pulled her toward the stair. He could hear Monet still saying little lame shit about Cannon, but since Cannon wasn’t acknowledging her, he was good.
“I’ll holla at y’all boys later.”
They all bid their goodbyes as he and Cannon made their way up the stairs and out of the house. Once they were back in Ezra’s truck he looked at her. Cannon was relaxed in her seat looking unbothered as ever.
“You straight?”
“Yeah, I ain’t thinking about her. She ain’t really want this whooping she was asking for.”
Ezra was smiling. “You think you so bad.”
“No, I don’t. I just know I would have mopped the floor with that little ass girl.”
“You wild.” Ezra grabbed her hand and kissed it. “You going home or coming to my spot?”
“I’m going where you go.”
Ezra nodded and backed out of the driveway headed into the night with his girl. He didn’t know where they were going right then, or in the future, all he knew was he wanted to go with her.
12
Never question my loyalty
“It’s good to see you again, Miss Mendoza.” Officer Terry rendered her a genuine smile.
Danna smiled back as she took the pen the officer was extending to her. “It’s good to see you too, girl. I like your hair like that.”
Officer Terry ran her hand over the long-braided ponytail and pushed it over her shoulder. “I needed something for this heat. It’s too hot out there for all that weave.”
“Honey, who are you telling? I almost melted walking from my car.” Danna finally looked down at the paper, preparing to sign in, when she felt a funny feeling rising in her chest.
Her eyes scanned the paper a couple of times, reading the same name over and over again to be sure she was seeing what she knew she was.
“That fucking liar, I knew it,” Danna mumbled to herself.
She studied the paper a few more seconds, making sure that it was Don’s baby mama’s name, before looking up at Officer Terry. She was leaning over scrolling on the computer. Danna watched how Officer Terry’s hand shook slightly as she did her best to avoid eye contact. A clear sign of nervousness.
“Hey, Officer Terry, let me ask you something really quick.”
As soon as Officer Terry turned her head, Danna could see the guilty expression plastered across her face. Although, she knew Terry was cool with her, she was sure her loyalty lay with Don, so asking her about his Totiana’s name being on his list was probably pointless, but it was a good thing Danna was the queen of doing pointless shit.
“Don’s got somebody back there now?”
“Umm. I’m not sure. Let me check for you.”
Danna watched as Officer Terry observed the sign-in chart before walking over to her computer. In Danna’s opinion, it took her a little too long to do something she did all day every day, but she was going to give her the benefit of the doubt. It was obvious she knew Don’s ass was caught up and wasn’t exactly sure what she was to be doing at that moment.
“You can sit down, Danna. I’ll let you know as soon as I find something out.” The fake smile plastered on Officer Terry’s face was nothing like the one she’d had when Danna first arrived.
“Make it quick if you can, please,” Danna told her before taking a seat in the corner.
All types of thoughts and scenarios were racing through Danna’s mind as she sat still trying to keep herself calm. It was literally taking everything in her not to go off at that moment. She knew Don was on some shady shit. Most niggas in prison were, but she had honestly put it past that fool. Or maybe she was the fool. She was the one being played by a nigga sitting in a damn jail cell.
Danna sighed and grabbed her head in both of her hands. Her mind was on a million and she wished for just one moment it would calm down.
“Okay girl, thank you. I’ll see you next time.”
Danna’s head shot up at the sound of the voice. When she noticed Totiana, she just knew it was her lucky day. She was so busy waving and talking to Officer Terry that she was about to bump right into her. Danna had gotten out of her chair the moment she saw her coming.
“Oh, damn. Excuse me,” she said as she turned around and saw Danna in her personal space.
Danna looked her up and down trying to contemplate her next decision. She wasn’t big on letting people know about her and Don, but she most definitely wasn’t about to let this moment pass her by.
“Why you here seeing Don?” Danna cut straight to the chase. Fuck it. If it got out to anybody, she’d just deny it. She was sure Don would too.
“I’m sorry, why is that any of your business?” Totiana asked with attitude.
“Because I asked, now tell me.” Danna stepped closer to her.
Totiana’s hand went to her belly protectively, immediately drawing Danna’s eyes to it. It wasn’t the biggest but it was definitely round with an enormously ugly belly button poking out. How in the fuck did I miss this? Danna’s mouth began watering as she felt herself getting physically sick.
She knew they already had a child together, but she was most definitely unaware of the growing one that was clearly being housed by Totiana’s ugly ass. That fucking pregnancy test! Danna’s mind went straight back to their fight that day and how Don continued to reassure her that the test hadn’t been on his account. He was such a liar.
“Listen, I don’t know who you are, but you better get out of my face. You’re asking about my baby daddy, but you clearly don’t know him very well because if you did, you wouldn’t be all up on me like you are.”
Danna was definitely going to throw up, but not in front of Totiana. “Girl, of course I know that nigga. Why you think I’m here?” Danna waited for her to say something. “And trust me, he knows me too.”
“So. What you want? A cookie?” Totiana looked her up and down smugly. “Your li’l bitty young ass. Probably ain’t even old enough to be up in this damn jailhouse.”
“Well, tell that to your baby daddy.”
Totiana’s eyes squinted as she pushed some of the long weave over her shoulder and laughed. “Oh, I see. You’re one of Don’s little hoes huh?” More chuckles came. “You’d might as well go ahead and go home, baby girl. Whatever you and him had is over now.”
Defiantly, Danna stood her ground. “I’ll let him tell me that.”
“Well, you do that then, you fucking toddler.”
Every nerve in Danna’s body began to tremble as she tried to keep her fists from coming up and knocking Totiana’s head off her shoulders. She’d owed her an ass whooping for cutting up in Don’s yard that day anyway.
“You big and bad today, huh? Is it because you think I won’t beat on a pregnant woman, or because Don dun’ sat his lying ass up in there feeding you some bullshit about y’all being a family?” Danna smirked at her.
“Bitc—”
“Danna, it’s your turn.” Officer whispered just as she stopped next to the women.
Danna looked at her, but Totiana’s gaze stayed on her. “Danna? As in Danna Mendoza?”
Danna wasn’t surprised that she knew her, m
ost people did. Echo didn’t do a very good job at being a father, but the streets would never know that. He could win a “father of the year” award, if it was up to people in the hood. Not to mention he was Don’s boss. No wonder Totiana knew him. Danna knew all of Don’s friends too.
When Danna didn’t bother responding, the urgency in Totiana’s voice picked up. “You’re Danna Mendoza?”
Danna looked from Totiana’s shoes to her face before walking off. Totiana’s hand was on her elbow immediately, and just as fast as she’d put it there, it was smacked off.
“Don’t touch me, girl.”
“Ladies,” Officer Terry intervened.
“This is some bullshit. You’ve been fucking with Don?”
“Ask him.”
After that, Danna and Officer Terry left the waiting room. Danna’s tongue was practically jumping in her mouth as she walked to the visitation area. As soon as she walked in, she spotted Don. He was at his usual table, leaning over the top of it casually. He smiled upon noticing Danna. The nigga even had the nerve to wink.
On a mission, Danna continued to the table, completely ignoring his attempt at cordiality. She took her seat before looking around the room. She recognized a few of the faces from her other visits, but the only one that stood out was Quay’s. He was near the vending machines with that same dirty ass mop and bucket he’d had the last time she saw him there.
Her eyes lingered a little longer than they probably should have, but his didn’t. He’d watched her for not even a whole second before he was back pushing the bucket and carrying the yellow sign over his shoulder. He was so muthafucking fine—too fine to be in jail, that was for damn sure.
“You must want me to fuck you up?” Don’s voice brought her attention to him.
Danna’s eyes rolled as she turned to face him. “What?” she asked, disgusted.
Don looked a tad bit surprised at her tone, but she held her ground. The two of them stared at one another until Don nodded his head and sat back in his chair. His interlocked fingers rested across his stomach as his eyes remained focused on her.
“If you want that nigga, maybe you should be over there with him.”
