Most Wanted

by Turner, Nikki

  “That’s all you had to say! You know I’ma take one for the team and ride with you!” I exclaimed. Warren immediately smiled and shook his head up and down.

  I hopped my ass off of the bed and ran straight for the shower. I set the oversized rain showerhead and got in. Before long, Warren followed me into our all marble and glass luxury shower. The inside was big enough for four adults, so he and I had plenty space to shower together. I smiled when he came in with his sexy-ass body moving close to mine. I chuckled just thinking about how much game this nigga really had. He always knew how to get my ass buttered up for whatever. Dick and money—the fastest ways to my heart. Warren’s presence caused a tingly feeling to take over my whole body. This dude still made me giddy.

  “I knew you was my ride-or-die chick the first time I laid eyes on you,” Warren said seductively as he came up behind me and grabbed a handful of my titties. I could feel his hard dick rubbing on my ass and that made my pussy jump with excitement. Even without the water from the shower, my pussy was immediately soaking wet with my own juices. I closed my eyes as Warren explored my body with his hands.

  “You knew from day one? Please, you ain’t know shit. You just knew I had a fat ass, nice titties, and a bomb-ass pussy that you wanted to get up inside of,” I said through a big grin. I put my hands on top of his as he caressed me gently. A warm feeling engulfed my entire body. It was love, I was sure of that. I let a small puff of air escape my lips. I was already in ecstasy and Warren had barely touched me. Our connection was electric for sure. The water cascading over us, plus the steamy bathroom made the whole scene sexy as hell. Warren kissed on my neck and ran his tongue over my shoulders as he pinched my areolas just enough for me to feel it, but not enough to hurt. I closed my eyes and let the tingling feeling take over my body. One thing was for sure, he knew my weak spots—my neck and my tits set me on fire every time. Warren took full advantage of both places on my body. I was fucking loving every minute of it. Warren was making me weak with all of his kisses and soft bites. I let out a soft moan and bit down into my bottom lip.

  “What you want? Huh? Let me hear you. Tell me . . . beg me,” he whispered in my ear.

  The heat of his breath on my ear and neck almost made me fall out. My pussy was throbbing like it had a heart of its own now. My mouth was watering too. I was longing to feel his swollen dick inside of me. I swear Warren could’ve fucked me every night and it still wouldn’t have been enough. He had the best dick I had ever experienced in my life. Not only was he blessed with a hunk of meat that would make bitches kill for it, he knew what to do with it too. I reached back and tugged on his jewel, letting him know it was time to stop playing and lay that shit on me. Fuck all the foreplay bitches be crying about. I always wanted to bypass that and have Warren straight pile-drive me with that pole he was working with.

  “Give it to me, daddy,” I moaned, grabbing for it again. He moved back a little so I couldn’t reach it. He was definitely teasing me. I was too fucking hot and horny to be playing games with his ass.

  Warren let out a deep laugh. “You want that? How bad you want it? Let me hear? How bad?” he whispered teasingly.

  I let out a long breath and shook my head from side to side.

  “How bad you want that? I’m not giving it to you until you tell me . . . beg me, I said,” Warren huffed.

  My jaw was rocking feverishly. I was like a fiend waiting for a damn hit from my dealer. “I want it real bad. Fuck me . . . please, daddy, fuck me real good,” I said breathlessly.

  “You asking me or you telling me?” he said forcefully.

  Damn, I loved when he got like that with me. Every experience was different with Warren. Sometimes he was forceful, other times he was gentle. I never knew what to expect, but no matter what he did, I was always overwhelmed.

  “I’m begging, daddy. I’m on my hands and knees begging for that dick,” I replied, trying to get another handful of his manhood. Before I could touch him again, Warren spun me around and forced me up against the shower wall with a shove. I let out a short gasp, but I complied with him. I let him lift me off my feet with his strong arms. I completely submitted to him. The water was hitting his back and pouring over my face. I braced my back flat against the wet tile on the wall and Warren lifted both of my legs until they were around his waist. I was waiting for him to give me that dick.

  “Tell me again what you want,” he whispered, nestling his face into my neck. He was playing around too long. I was getting a little frustrated. “You, daddy . . . I want all of you,” I replied forcefully. Water ran over my lips and into my mouth as I spoke. He moved his head and forced his face into my chest. He took in a mouthful of my left titty and sucked it hard. Stabs of heated sparks ran through my entire body. “Yesss!” I hissed, tightening my thighs around him.

  Warren went in on my breasts, licking and suckling. That shit was driving me crazy! I dug my nails into his back in response. He sucked hard and at the same time he reached down with his other hand and grabbed his dick. I locked my legs even tighter around him so that I wouldn’t slip. Warren swiped the hard head of his cock over my wet pussy a few times before he finally found my hotbox. “This what you want!” he growled as he drove his thick meat deep up into me.

  “Ah,” I let out a gasp. That shit hurt so good.

  “This what you want? I asked you,” Warren huffed as he slammed his hips into my pelvis.

  “Yes!!” I screamed out. Damn, that dick was so good. The pressure from his pelvis being on my clitoris was all too much. I could feel my back slipping off the wet wall, but I didn’t even worry, I just knew Warren wasn’t going to let anything happen to me. I felt like my loins would explode. He grinded his waist into my pelvis until it felt like I could feel his dick in my abdomen over and over again. That shit felt so good that I was coming in minutes. “Arrrgg,” I growled. I bit into Warren’s neck like a vampire. I couldn’t help it. That was how hard I climaxed. Warren laughed at me as I climaxed twice in a row. My pussy was sloppy wet, which made the sensation of his dick even more intense.

  “Damn, that was fast,” he said. I felt kind of embarrassed, but he knew how fast he could make me cum. Warren took me down off the wall and turned me around so that my plump ass was facing him. “My turn now,” he said as he pushed me until I was bent over at the waist. I bit my lip again. I just loved this man so fucking much. I don’t think no one else could fuck me like that.

  Warren slapped my ass until it stung. Then he took me from behind like a horny dog would take a bitch. I planted my hands on the back shower wall for support and let my man pile-drive me to ecstasy again. The sound of our skin slapping together was music to my ears. I loved every minute of being with him. We had been through so much together. The deal was sealed. I decided that no matter what he had asked me to do, I was going to do it.

  “You a rider, huh?” Warren huffed as he rammed me harder and harder.

  “Fuck yeah!” I belted out. “I’ma ride for you no matter what!” I promised, my words coming out choppy from being rammed so hard. The words may have been choppy, but they were so sincere coming out of my mouth.

  “No matter what?” he repeated for assurance.

  “No matter what! I swear!” I yelled as he went crazy digging into me harder and harder. The next thing I knew, Warren was exploding inside of my pussy.

  “Agggh,” he panted. He even climaxed calmly. I almost collapsed onto the floor of the shower. He had made me fucking weak in the knees. Warren laughed at me again. He extended his hand to help me get up.

  “I done wore that pussy out, huh?” he joked.

  That was for damned sure. He had worn my pussy and my entire body out. I looked at him and slapped him on his ass playfully. “Don’t be so confident,” I told him. But he and I both knew he was right. I was done after those two nuts. Warren seemed like he still had all of his damn energy. I hated that. His dick was even still hard. One day I promised to fuck him until that dick couldn’t get hard anymore.


  “Get ya mind right, G-money. We gotta wash our asses and get out of here. We got some business to take care of... right, ride or die?” he told and asked all in one. I smiled at that man. I was all in by then.

  “Right,” I said with renewed spirit. I collected myself and we soaped each other’s bodies. When I touched his dick, I was tempted to fuck him again, but I knew we had something very important to do. We got out of the shower, dried off, and went back into the bedroom.

  For some reason, while I began picking out my outfit, the seriousness of our mission started settling in my mind. I guess it was the same for Warren. We got dressed in complete silence. It seemed like neither one of us wanted to be the first to speak about the task at hand. I know for me I was thinking about all kinds of negative shit that could happen. I kept my thoughts inside, though. Like he had told me earlier, I wasn’t trying to speak no negative shit into existence. That still didn’t change the fact that I was fucking thinking all kinds of crazy negative shit. At one point, I even had to shake my head to try to get those funky thoughts to go away. Regardless of how tentative I was feeling, I still got all pretty, like Warren had told me to do. We smiled at each other nervously as we passed one another to finish up. There was a lot of nervous tension in the room. I know for me, I had butterflies like a muthafucka, but I was hiding it. Warren and I put on our clothes—him a pair of dark blue True Religion jeans, a Hundreds T-shirt, and his beige Louboutin sneakers. I put on a Bebe maxi dress that was simple but close fitting so it hugged my shape. I topped it all off with some BCBG espadrilles and an Yves Saint Laurent clutch. Warren and I put on our matching his and hers oyster shell Gucci shades and headed out of his house hand in hand. Although I was nervous like hell, I still felt like the luckiest girl in the world that day. Just being with the one you love had a way of making you feel like that. Too bad I was none the wiser that the luck would run out quicker than I thought.

  “You the baddest bitch in DC when you get dressed,” Warren complimented. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I had to admit, I wasn’t so damn shabby. I cleaned up nicely. My long, flowing, dark auburn hair was always perfectly coiffed. My caramel skin was blemish free, and I always received compliments on my chestnut brown, almond eyes. I knew I was an exotic beauty and so did Warren.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I joked. He wasn’t that cute in the face, but he was damn sure a clean-ass nigga when it came to putting his wears together. Warren and I had a laugh as we climbed into his champagne-colored Suburban. The truck was just one of his many new toys. I was nervous, but I masked it behind my shades. We drove for a few minutes in silence.

  Before I knew it, we were heading onto the highway. I guess Warren could feel my nerves in the air.

  “It’s all good, G-money. Everything gon’ be a’ight, baby girl. I bet you that. We on our way to making it out of the game and way the fuck away from the hood. That’s my word,” Warren had said. Not even ten minutes had passed since the words had left his mouth. It seemed like as soon as we got on the highway with those fucking guns in the car, I saw the flashing lights behind us. I almost died of a heart attack.

  “Oh, my God, Warren! Are they pulling us over?!” I exclaimed as I saw more and more cars with blue and red flashing lights coming out of the woodwork and surrounding us. My head whipped from side to side. Full-on panic set in on me and I swear I felt a little bit of piss leak out of my bladder. Me looking pretty in the front seat of the car like Warren had suggested didn’t deter the Jake from pulling us over one bit like Warren had thought it would.

  “Fuck!” Warren hissed. It took him a few minutes before he stopped the car. I guess he saw the look of terror on my face and decided not to try to outrun the cops. Besides, there would’ve been nowhere for him to run. There had to be at least ten black unmarked police vehicles surrounding us within no time.

  “Warren, what is happening?! Oh, my God . . . you promised!” I screamed as my door was yanked open.

  “That fucking Ant must’ve set me up! I’m sorry, G-money!” was the last thing Warren said to me before he had also been yanked out of the vehicle and thrown to the ground facedown. The entire scene was surreal. I felt like I was in a bad dream. Those fucking pigs had no sympathy or mercy for me. They didn’t care that I was in a dress, heels, or anything. I was thrown to the ground on my stomach just the same as if I were a fucking dude. My dress had blown up around my waist and all of my ass was on display. All I had on was a thong. I couldn’t even pull my dress down because these bastards had my hands pulled behind my back in cuffs.

  “Nice ass,” one of those bastards said as I lay flat on my stomach completely fucking humiliated by all of their gawking eyes. Not to mention the eyes of all the cars that passed. There was so much rubbernecking so nosey people could see us on display out there. I was so mad at Warren for putting me in that position. What would my mother think of her only child going to jail for trafficking guns?! That was the only thought that ran through my mind. With my face planted in the dirt, I had immediately noticed that it wasn’t just any routine police stop. I had heard enough hood legend stories to know this was the feds who had knocked us, especially judging from all the acronyms I read on the backs of their dark raid jackets—FBI, ATF, and DEA, to name a few.

  “G-money! Don’t tell them shit! Don’t let them try to trick you!” Warren had yelled at me as he was roughly hoisted up from the ground and thrown in the back of another black vehicle.

  I didn’t want to hear shit from him right then. In fact, I wanted to punch him in the fucking face for lying to me. The nerve of him to say this now! He had put my whole fucking life at risk. Warren had promised me that it would all be fine. He was so fucking sure that me being in the car would serve a greater good. I let that money and that good dick seduce me into being a straight-up dumb bitch to fall for that bullshit. I should have trusted my first instinct that told me, Hell no, that shit is just a dumbass theory.

  I bit down into my bottom lip and tasted the dirt from the ground. That was where my life was at the moment—in the fucking dirt. I was sure Warren had money to pay lawyers, but me, little old Gianna Baker, girl from the hood who depended totally on her dude, didn’t have shit. I realized then that everything I had on, all of the name-brand clothes, bags, shoes, where I lived, what I ate every day, all depended on Warren. I didn’t have one red penny of my own saved. Even my fate now in this situation would depend on him. All I could do was cry just thinking about the entire situation. I knew my mother definitely didn’t have shit herself. Shit, she was living off of me and Warren since I had been dating him. The situation was more grave than I could’ve ever imagined when Warren had asked me to do it.

  Finally, it was my turn to be moved. I was never happier to be picked up out of the dirt. I was grabbed up off the ground roughly. At least one of the females on the scene did have the decency to pull my dress down. She couldn’t save me from being roughly thrown into a vehicle with handcuffs digging into my wrists, though. As they were about to close the door of the car I was put in, I heard one of the feds yell out, “We found them! We found all of them!” I just closed my eyes at that point. I knew they had found the guns. I could’ve never imagined what kind of guns they were or how serious this shit really was until I heard them again. “Oh, and bonus! There are drugs in here too! These motherfuckers are going to burn.”

  Those words were like someone taking a dagger to my heart. Warren had lied to me. He had promised me that it would be all right, but he betrayed me. As if the guns weren’t bad enough, Warren had drugs in the car too. I felt physically and mentally exhausted as those pigs drove me away from the scene in their spooky black unmarked car. They talked much shit for the entire ride. They were saying things like, “I guess your boyfriend threw you to the wolves,” and “Well, take in as much of this daylight as you can, because you might not ever see the light of day again.” I knew they were just trying to shake my resolve, and trust me, that shit was working like a charm.


  4

  What’s Gonna Happen Next?

  I didn’t see Warren in person anymore after he’d been shoved into the other unmarked car. After a long car ride filled with jeers and taunts from the feds, I was whisked into a nondescript brick building, escorted onto an elevator that stopped on the tenth floor, and led down a long, scary hallway. At the end of the long hallway were several silver steel doors. The two agents who were handling me used a ring of keys to open one of the doors. My heart was hammering as I was placed in a drab room with gray walls, one steel table, and two steel chairs. The room smelled like stale bread and disinfectant. The scent immediately settled at the back of my throat and threatened to make me hurl. Warren and I were separated into different parts of the building. I knew this because I asked for him and that was the answer I had been given.

  Before I knew it, hours had passed. Of course, I had no sense of the time. The only way I knew it had been hours was because my stomach was growling like a motherfucker. During my time in that tiny, claustrophobic-ass room, those fucking feds had raked me over the coals. They finally had me to the point where I had broken. I was hungry, I had a headache, and I was scared. Not to mention I was confused and I just wanted to go the fuck home. I could fully understand how and why people gave false confessions just to get out of those severe interrogations. After I had been there for what seemed like forever, the snakes had started telling me that Warren was turning on me.