Extradited
The guards were leading Santiago back to his pod when he saw Mercedes. “Ay yo, sarge! I need to see medical,” he said with his mouth, but his eyes said, ‘I need to see you.’
She got it instantly. “When I get around to it,” she sassed back.
“Why the fuck you gotta be a bitch all the time?” he snapped.
She put her hand on her mace can. “What you say?”
“Bitch, you heard me!”
“I see this nigguh ain’t learned his lesson. Take his ass to the hole!”
The two cops cuffed him up, then escorted him back to the negation cell just like he planned.
Four hours later, Mercedes came to the door and unlocked the trap.
“Cuff up.” She smirked.
“No, it’s next time.” He smirked back, reminding her of her earlier words.
She giggled. “Boy, it’s cameras. I gotta make it look official. I’ma take ’em off this time.”
He stepped to the trap and put his hands out, but when she went to cuff him, he snatched the cuffs and cuffed her left wrist.
“Boy!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed. “The cameras!”
“So keep your hands to your side. Open the door.”
She gave him a look, then unlocked the door and stepped in.
“Santiago, take this cuff off!” she demanded, but couldn’t help but smile.
“Nope.” He chuckled, lifting her arms and placing them around his neck, then pushing her against the wall. “Not ‘til I’m finished with you.”
“I can’t stand your ass,” she hissed, squeezing her thighs together and feeling the wetness already.
He leaned in to kiss her, but she bit at his tongue.
“Oh, you wanna bite people, huh? Turn your ass around.”
Santiago spun her around facing the wall and placed her cuffed hands up against the it. He spread her legs, then slapped her ass hard and watched it jiggle.
“Shit! Don’t do that!” she squealed, heart rate thumping.
Smack!
“Shut up!” he growled in her ear.
“San—”
Smack!
“What I just say?”
Mercede’s pussy was on fire, the ass slap just set her on edge. Santiago kissed behind her ear and down to her neck while he took off her belt and let it fall to the floor.
“My pussy throbbin’ so hard,” she gasped.
He dropped her pants to her ankles and ran a finger down the crack of her ass to her pussy lips. They were so wet her juices instantly slicked his fingers.
“Fuck! What you do to me?” she groaned, arching her back and sticking her ass out.
Santiago squatted behind her and ran his tongue along the same route his finger went, over the crack of her ass and to her pussy. By the time he got to her pussy, she was so wet he could drink from her and he did.
“Oooohhh!” she squealed, the vibration of his sucking driving her up on her tippy toes.
He darted his tongue in and out her pussy while fingering her with two fingers, curling them and her mind around his will at the same time.
“I want you inside me, baby!” she panted.
Santiago dropped his jumper to a pile around his knees and guided himself to her softest place on earth and began to long dick her hard and fast.
Mercedes pressed her face against the wall and threw that pussy at him with all she had, loving the painful pleasure his rock hard dick was giving her.
“Gimme that dick, daddy! Gimme all this dick!” she groaned.
Santiago spread her ass cheeks, pushing himself deeper and making her whole body tremble like she was cold.
“I’ma-I’ma—” she stuttered.
Santiago snatched his dick out, pressing his hard quivering dick against the crack of her ass.
“See how it feel?” he growled deliciously in her ear. “You wanna cum bad, don’t you?”
Mercedes nodded vigorously. “Daddy pleasssssse,” she pleaded.
“Beg me. Beg me to make you cum,” he demanded, toying with her trembling emotions.
“Please make me cum. I’ll do whateva you want, just make me cum,” she whined.
He slammed his dick back in and took her breath away. “Cum on this dick, you sexy black bitch. Cream all over it,” he panted, stroking her hard.
“I–I ahhhh!” she screamed, sounding like she was speaking in tongues. Santiago bit her on the back of her neck, making her pussy walls twitch.
“Tell me I’m the man,” he said into her neck.
“You ain’t shit.” She laughed. “You gonna drive me crazy, you know that?”
Santiago just smiled to himself, but didn’t reply. He pulled up his jumper, then her pants and took out her handcuff key to take off the cuffs.
“I need you to answer something for me,” he told her.
“What?” she asked, putting her cuffs back in the case on her belt.
“I need a phone.”
“I’ll have you one tomorrow, unless you need to use mine tonight,” Mercedes offered.
“Naw, it needs to be unreachable, so just get a prepaid joint.”
“No problem. Anything else?”
He looked at her with a smirk. He could see she was trying to be his ride or die chick, but he just didn’t know if she really knew how hard he rode.
“Naw. But you can leave me back here for a few days. I need to think.”
“Done. Now”—she began folding her arms over her breasts—“I need something from you.”
“You just got it,” he quipped playfully.
She hit him on the chest. “Don’t play with me, Santiago”
He chuckled. “My bad, ma. What up?”
“Who came to see you today?
“Huh?”
“If you could huh, you could hear,” she retorted, snaking her neck. “Now answer the question.”
“A young dude from my team, Miss Bossy,” he replied.
“Mm-hmm, you know I can find out.”
“Ma, believe me. I don’t do no lyin’ on that tip. If it was a female I’d tell you.”
“I was just checkin’ to make sure that triflin’ bitch you call a wife ain’t come, because in here, I’m your wife,” she declared with a subtle anxiety to her sass.
Santiago chuckled. “Word? It’s like that?” he answered as she started toward the door. “Okay, walk nasty then,” he added.
Mercedes turned back to him, slightly flustered.
“Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. They came and got Tariq.”
“Who came and got him?”
“Two detectives, a white chick and a black dude.”
“For what?” Santiago quizzed.
“They said he’s being extradited back to B-more,” she answered.
Santiago scowled. The shit didn’t taste right, like gumbo without the accent.
“Find out for what and who the detectives were.”
“I got you, baby.” She winked.
“No doubt.”
“No.” She stopped and looked him in the eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I said I got . . . you.”
He smiled because he definitely understood.
“We’ll see.”