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“Your mama something else. She sent you in there because she didn’t want to go to jail and then left you in there because she didn’t want to go to jail.” Neither of us could contain our laughter.

“I know. That’s my baby though. I love that crazy ass lady. My past may sound crazy to everybody else, but I swear I have the best memories.”

“How did you get started robbing niggas and shit?” I looked over at him like he was crazy.

“Juanita.” We both said at the same time before falling out laughing again. Leaning down, he kissed my scar, and my laughter subsided. Anton worked his way around to the front, and my legs immediately opened. When he kept moving up, I got confused.

“You know how to give head?” I was shocked and offended by his question. Not because he wanted head, but because he thought I might not know how.

“Is a pig’s pussy pork?” He gave a chortle, but his ass was serious.

“Show me.” I was about to sit up when he put his fingers to my lips.

“I thought you wanted head?”

“I do. Suck my shit like it’s my dick. If you don’t know what you doing, ain’t no sense in wasting my time. Plus, I’ve never had a girl with braces suck my shit before. Gotta make sure you not gone scrape my shit up.” His ass smirked, but I was about to curse his ass out. When I opened my mouth to say something, he shoved his fingers in my mouth. The way he pushed them all the way to the back made me gag. “Stink, you gotta work on that gag reflex, but damn look how wet your mouth just got.” He pushed them to the back again, causing my mouth to become extremely wet.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as he slid them back and forth. His other hand went around my neck, while I sucked his fingers like it was the last dick available. When Anton pulled them out this time, it was spit trailing from my tongue. Pulling his dick out, he climbed off the bed and pulled me to him by my throat. He didn’t allow me to warm up on the tip. He pushed it all the way to the back, causing me to gag again.

“That’s right, Stink. Get that mouth wet for me.” Anton gripped my hair so hard, I thought he was going to pull my wig off. In the beginning, he force fed me his dick, and it was hard to adjust, breathe, and think. The only thing I could focus on was not throwing up. Pulling out, he gave me a second to catch my breath, so I spit on his dick to free some of it from my mouth. “Do that shit again.” Looking up at him, I did it again. He started groaning, and now my pussy was leaking.

“Fuck me, please.” I thought he was going to talk shit, but he pushed me back on the bed.

“Turn over.” Since this was my favorite position, I hurried up and got on my knees. Anton rubbed his dick up and down my slit, making sure I was wet before pushing inside. “You better throw that shit back.” My knees were shaking, but I tried my best to keep up with his rhythm.

“Mmmm, fuck! This dick so good.”

“I know. Now shut the fuck up and take it.” His aggressiveness had me so turned on, I came immediately. “That pussy cumming for me. Fuck! She wet as hell.” He continued to pound inside of me, and my knees were growing weak. I could barely hold myself up.

“I’m cumming again.” Anton pushed a finger in my ass, and I exploded. He didn’t give a fuck how weak I was. After about thirty more minutes, I could barely hold myself up. I was praying he came soon, and when I felt his dick brick up, I knew God had saved me once again. Pulling out, he shot his nut on my back and immediately dropped on the bed.

“Damn, Stink. You might get that baby sooner than you think. I don’t know if I’m gone be able to pull out next time.” I heard him, but I chose not to respond. I was already cheating. There was no way I was about to get pregnant too. Getting up, I went to his bathroom to clean myself up and made a mental note to get on birth control. His ass wasn’t about to trap me. Once I was done showering, I climbed back in the bed and grabbed the remote. I turned on The Blacklist and his head popped up to see what I was doing. “What you about to watch?”

“My man. Raymond Reddington.”

“Who the fuck is that?” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“You ain’t ever seen The Blacklist? What planet you live on? Come on, you have to watch it with me.” He turned over, so I started it at the beginning.

“You calling this old ass white nigga your man?” I giggled as I snuggled up next to him.

“Red is a savage. You about to see. He a criminal that works for the FBI. Well, he don’t really work for them, they think he do, but he does whatever the fuck he wants.”

“So, he a snitch?”

“No. Well, yeah. It’s hard to explain. He using them to build his empire. You just have to watch it.”

“I don’t want to watch no shit about a snitch.” I ignored him and let it keep playing. Reddington walked in the FBI headquarters and turned himself in, and Anton was intrigued. By the time we made it to episode three, he was all in it. When his phone rang, he was pissed. “Yeah. Aight. I’ll be down.” He hung up his phone and turned to me. “Pause this. I’m about to go downstairs and holla at Key. I know you nosy and like to come see what I’m talking about, but don’t.” Kissing me on my forehead, he threw on some joggers and left out. Grabbing the remote, I paused the TV. Normally, I would have said fuck what he was talking about and came to listen anyway, but I wanted him to know he could trust me. Hearing my phone ring, I grabbed it. Seeing it was Peanut, I stared at it for a minute. I didn’t know how long Anton would be downstairs, but if I didn’t answer, he would continue to call. Answering it, I prayed he didn’t want to talk long.

“Hey, baby. What you doing?”

“Nothing, watching TV.” The line went quiet. I kept glancing at the door, hoping Anton didn’t walk back in.

“I’m not doing shit either. You got something planned for tomorrow?” This nigga ain’t even have shit to talk about. I swear these jails give them too much freedom. I wanted to tell him if you don’t go be an inmate. Instead, I tried my best to sound enthused.

“Naw, I don’t. Why?” My nerves were all over the place, so I got up and walked on the balcony.

“I was hoping you could come see me tomorrow.” It just dawned on me that I missed his visitation yesterday. Feeling like shit, I agreed.