I COULDN'T HEAR HER SCREAM, page 12
“Naw, it’s not going down like that, shit I put my career on the line, and not finna do no half as fucking, you got to suck this dick and fuck me like you love. I won’t accept nothing less,” Detective Nelson said as he jerked his dick up and down slowly.
Jasmine exhaled hard trying to hide her frustration and discomfort. “If I fuck him good, put it on his ass, he will cum and this will be over with it. I’ll take a shower and act as if this never happened and get to spend my night taking notes and studying those files, maybe I can find what Amanda found, or maybe the fact that I’m looking for The Butcher will come for me and I’ll be ready,” Jasmine thought to herself as she crawled in between Detective Nelson’s legs and grabbed his dick.
She started to lick the tip, you can do better than that, suck that motherfucker,” Detective Nelson said as Jasmine put the head of his dick in her mouth sucking it while moaning, and then jerking it. She stopped and slapped herself in the face with it, then started sucking it faster. “Yes!” Nelson moaned and grabbed the back of her head and pushed her all the way down on his dick, then let go, she came up gasping for air with her eyes red and thick saliva dripping out her mouth onto his dick. “Again,” Detective Nelson said, pushing her face down all the way on his dick, this time pinching her nose so she couldn’t breathe then let go, she came up with more saliva dripping down her chin. “Come here sit on this dick,” Detective Nelson said.
Jasmine came up from sucking his dick and wiped the spit on her face off with the back of her hand and crawled on top of him, she sat up and grabbed his soaking wet dick, “Ahh!” she let out a soft moan as she was surprised she had to work it in her. Normally with her husband it went straight in but that could be because of years with the same dick. She started to rotate her hips with a slow wine, working his dick in more and more, inch by inch. “Shhh, shit, fuck!” she moaned as she finally got it in, then she rocked her hips back and forth. “Oh fuck!” she moaned as his dick hit the walls in her pussy, teasing it and pleasing it at the same time. Detective Nelson grabbed her hips and started to thrust up, “Fuck! It’s not supposed to feel good,” Jasmine moaned.
“Oh, you didn’t think I had a good dick, huh? You're gonna take this good dick,” Detective Nelson said as he pulled her down, making her lay on his chest. He hugged her close to him as he thrusted fast and hard, in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
“Ahhh! Yes! Dammit!” Jasmine screamed in ecstasy and could feel herself cumming. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop, I’m about to cum,” she screamed then started kissing him. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouth slowly and passionately. He bit her bottom lip then sucked it, all while never stopped going deep inside her and never slowing down his thrust. “Fuck!!!” Jasmine cried out as she came all over his dick and stopped moving. “Wait! Wait!” she said.
“Oh, it’s no wait,” Detective Nelson said as he continued to thrust in and out her pussy, he was feeling sensitive.
“Hummable! H-hhh, yes!” she moaned while tensing up and felt another nut building up and she climaxed again, cumming all on his dick and stomach.
Detective Nelson started to slow down his thrust and slow wined in her pussy in a circular motion. “Fuck, why haven’t you cum yet?” Jasmine moaned while kissing him and felt her pussy getting wetter.
Detective Nelson slapped her ass twice, the universe language of get off. Jasmine raised off of him and laid on her back breathing hard trying to catch her breath and slow down her heart rate. “Oh I’m not done, turn around,” Detective Nelson said as he got on his knees and jerked his dick. Jasmine looked at him as if he was crazy but got up and put a pillow under her then bent over and arched her back. Detective Nelson bent over and spread her juicy ass checks and let his tongue slowly travel up and down her pussy then stuck his tongue inside her pussy.
“Shhh, shit!” Jasmine moaned as he started to French kiss her clit and sucking it at the same time, “Oh God, what are you doing? It’s not supposed to be like this,” Jasmine moaned. When she agreed to have sex she thought it was going be him beating up the pussy and nutting fast, and that she wouldn’t enjoy it or wasn’t trying it. She did everything in her body to not like what was going on but her body had a mind of its own. She continued moans of pleasure as he traveled up her ass crack then he stuck his tongue in her ass and started fucking her with it, then she could feel his finger working in and out of her pussy at the same time. He started with one finger then listened to her body, as she thrust her ass back onto his tongue and finger, he inserted another finger and worked it in and out. “Fuck! Shhh, fuck no! Oh God!” Jasmine cried as she climaxed cumming all over his finger. “I can’t take no more! I can’t,” Jasmine said as she was crawling away from his lips and hand.
“Oh, I’m not done, I don’t want to hear that shit, toot that ass up nice and high.” Detective Nelson said as he lifted his head up and grabbed her waist. The bed sheets were soaked from Jasmine’s sweet juices.
Jasmine arched her ass back and scooted backwards. “Shit, shhh!” she moaned as his dick entered her wet pussy with no issues and he grabbed her ass cheeks and rubbed his dick in between her ass then and started to long stroke her pushing his dick all the way inside her and pulling it all the way out very slowly while whining his hips, each stroke felt better than the last. “”Why are you fucking me like this?” Jasmine moaned as his dick hit spots and teased her pussy. Detective Nelson felt his nut building up and pulled out and jerked his dick and nutted on her ass cheeks. Then slid right back into Jasmine’s pussy. “Fuck, you not done?” Jasmine moaned.
“Nope,” Detective Nelson said as he started to stroke faster and harder.
“Ahh! Ahh,” Jasmine started to scream louder as he put his thumb in her ass and grabbed her by the neck at the same time. He thrust in and out of her with all his might then let out a deep grunting noise as he nutted inside her then pulled out and bent over and started eating her ass again. “Stop! Stop, no more,” Jasmine said and crawled away and looked behind her to see his dick was still hard.
“I’ll let you stop this time because you probably got a lot on your mind but next time I’m going to keep going because I’m only getting warm up, '' Detective Nelson said as he walked butt naked to the bathroom and peed.
“What you mean next time, I thought this was a one and only deal,” Jasmine said while laying down breathing hard.
“Shit as long as that crazy dude is out there, and you want files this will always be the deal,” Detective Nelson said as he got a washcloth and hopped in the shower.
“This is wrong, I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I was cheating on my husband, he just die for crying out loud and been the only man I’ve been with for seventeen years now and why did I enjoy Nelson fucking me? I lost count on how many times I came and why did he fuck me like that, deep strokes all slow and shit, it just wasn’t right. He fucked me as if I was his woman or if he was trying to get me to go crazy for the dick,” Jasmine said to herself as her mind raced and heard the water cut off and Detective Nelson stepped out the bedroom drying himself off.
“I fucked you like that because I want you, and I was going to enjoy having you. I wanted you to cum on my dick, I know it’s wrong but it’s life, after all you been through life still goes on and it’s nothing wrong with releasing some stress with sex. I wanted to taste every part of you and loved how you moaned when my tongue in your ass,” Detective Nelson said and Jasmine’s pussy started to throb and get wet, urging for more.
“This is not right, I don’t care how you spin it or twist it. I just put my husband in the ground and I’m riding another man’s dick and loving it. No this has to be just business, you got to promise me next time you’ll fuck me normal,” Jasmine said.
“What’s normal?” Detective Nelson said as he started to put on his clothes.
“You know! Normal, just fuck me fast and nut fast, none of that slow kissing and eating my pussy or ass from the back, none of that long deep slow stroking, that shit confuse me and my body,” Jasmine said.
“If you want me to lie to you I would but we’re both grown adults, the truth is I’m gonna fuck you like that, every opportunity I get. The truth is, next time no matter how good it feels, how guilty you feel because you’re having an orgasm I’m gonna keep going, we gonna fuck all night and the next day. The truth is I’m not too cold hearted and I understand what you’re going through, so I’m giving you time to figure out your mind and body,” Detective Nelson said and grabbed his coat.
“I can’t do this again, this is wrong. God’s watching me, my husband watching me,” Jasmine said with tears in her eyes.
“God don’t come to Detroit and the dead don’t watch the living,” Detective Nelson said as he stood by her room door ready to leave.
“Keep your gun close and stay at one of those high end hotels downtown, it’s more people, and keep your eyes open a good woman died because of them. I’d hate for you to be next, stay on point and you know how to reach me if you need me.” Detective Nelson said as he exited the room, leaving Jasmine confused and soaking in her own juices.
“I can’t let this happen again, this is wrong, this was wrong, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, I gotta stay focused. I didn’t sleep with him out of pleasure, it’s all to find my daughter,” Jasmine said as she got off the bed. She took some of the files out of the box and put them on the bed and went to the bathroom and got in the shower. She cried for a few seconds, while washing the cum from between her legs and on her ass cheeks until she heard a noise. She opened the glass shower door and tip toed out the shower, leaving the water running and grabbed her gun off the bathroom sink, her heart raced as she slowly opened the bathroom door.
Chapter 17
I told you to bring back 2% milk not whole milk you dummy. I swear you’re just as stupid as your mother was. No wonder you’re not good at nothing but sucking and fucking in the staircase. “Where is my receipt and change?” Amayah asked in a thick Spanish accent.
“There was no change and the guy didn’t give me any receipt,” Tatiana replied.
“This bitch think I’m stupid or something, no way a gallon of milk, a box of Saxon Goya and butter came up to twenty five dollars, this why I hate her ass now. The way my man keeps looking at her, I’m gonna fuck them both up for playing with me,” Amayah thought to herself as she continued to fry chicken.
“I don’t know why you’re always yelling at that girl like that, you need to chill,” Spider said as he came in the kitchen and slapped Amayah on the ass and squeezed it. Then turned her around to face him and kissed her while grabbing her ass even tighter. The whole time he was looking at Tatiana, unknown to Amayah. Tatiana smiled as she got turned on watching them. Amayah broke their embrace, she was 4’9 short and thick and brown-skin Dominican woman with her hair cut short to her neck, she wasn’t what you called beautiful but she wasn’t ugly. Her biggest issue was that she had a mustache she had to get waxed every week or it grew right back. It seemed the more she waxed, the faster it grew. At times she would have to use Nair in the bathroom to remove it.
“Whatever Spider. You gonna stop taking her side and thinking I’m stupid because I’m not. I’ll beat both y’all asses, so mind your business,” Amayah said.
Spider grabbed her by the face, “You are my business,” Spider said and let go of her face and grabbed a piece of chicken that was on the paper towel and walked out the kitchen. Spider was short and pale skin with a bald head. He had tattoos of a Spider web on top of his head and tear drop tattoos on his face, and more tattoos on his neck and body, he looked and dressed like a California Spanish gangster, where he was from. He wears button up plaid shirts and was Mexican, he had killed three people in California and was wanted for questioning in the murder cases. He’s been living in Michigan for the last five years with no issue, his car was in Amayah’s name also his gun and the apartment they lived in. He sold cocaine to support their lifestyle, with his two best friends and workers who followed him from California, Dopey and Loco.
Spider walked into the living room eating the chicken, “Baby this is good,” he said in a thick Westside gang banger accent.
“I know, I cooked it,” Amayah said from the kitchen, Tatiana walked in the kitchen and sat at the long island table, that Amayah was chopping peppers on. “The food will be done soon, I don’t need you staring at me like a dog waiting for me to drop something so you can eat, grab a piece of chicken or something,” Amayah said as she started making potato salad, and checked on the yellow rice and beans. Tatiana smiled then grabbed one of the chicken wings, even though it was hot she wasted no time to bite into it.
Spider sat on the couch next to Dopey and Loco. Dopey was a short and fat Mexican with black hair and tattoos on his face and always looked sleepy, he put more money on the money counter on the coffee table that was in front of him. On the table was a pile of money and a brick of cocaine that was bust open. Dopey put a little of the cocaine on the table and used a razor to make a straight line, then grabbed a rolled up twenty dollar bill and sniffed it up his nose, then wiped it.
Loco sat on the other end of the grey sectional couch, with the PlayStation controller in his hand, playing an army shooting game, zoned out. Loco was skinny and never really wore a shirt, tattoos all over his body and face with a bald head, he was Spider’s half-brother and he wasn’t all there mentally. I counted forty thousand so far, still got more to go, you should help, Dopey said.
“Hell no, that's your damn job and roll up a blunt,” Spider ordered.
“Baby we've been making all this money, I’m ready for you to get us a house. I’m tired of being in this apartment building,” Amaya said, walking over to Spider and passing him another piece of chicken.
“I like it here. Don’t want to really leave. Dopey and Loco got an apartment on the first floor and it worked out perfectly,” Spider said in a thick Spanish accent.
“Just because you like hood shit don’t mean I do, I want better. You can buy them a house next to ours. Homes are cheap out here anyway unless you move where the bougie white people live, other than that we’re good, buy me a nice house or I’m gonna poison your food!” Amayah shouted.
“Why you always got to be nagging me,” Spider said while taking the second PlayStation controller, he sniffed a line of cocaine and started to play with Loco.
“I wouldn’t be nagging if you do what I said, a happy wife mean a happy fucking life,” Amayah said then Tatiana started laughing. Amayah walked over to her and smacked her. “What the fuck you found so funny, you in grown folks business don’t do it,” Amayah said.
“But Auntie Amayah, I am grown and was just laughing, I can’t laugh?” Tatiana said.
“Don’t Titi me,” Amayah said, saying aunt '' in Spanish. You’re not grown, you’re seventeen, once you’re eighteen it’s no longer my job to take care of you. I won’t have to deal with you running out in those streets all times of the night. Detroit’s not New York, people go missing here every day and act like it’s normal. You can’t keep running the streets at night and think you’ll be safe. You want to end up like your mother, she came out here with you and started selling some ass. She went out one night and never could be found after that, just leaving you with me. She came from New York thinking this place was just like that, it’s not!” Amayah shouted.
“Titi Amayah, you tell me this all the time. I’m careful, I mind my business and I can’t be stuck in the house under you and those three forever. Besides, I keep a box cutter with me when I'm with my friends, you are worried about nothing, you sound crazy and old,” Tatiana replied, rolling her eyes and going back to looking at her phone while eating the chicken.
“I’m not crazy or old, just got common sense, but that is not so common I see. A lady just got stabbed in her own home and daughter missing right down the block from us,” Amayah said.
“Leave that girl alone, that shit won’t happen here,” Spider said as he pulled an Ak47 machine gun from up under the couch. Loco and Dopey pulled handguns from their waist and waved them in the air.
“She's good for life with us, we’re always just one phone call or text away,” Dopey said and went back to counting.
“No one stupid enough to mess with her. They know who she rolls with. We be dropping motherfuckers out here left and right and if they’re the plug, main connect, if the street dudes want good cocaine they got to get it from us, so if they see her they will keep her safe, it’s a respect thing,” Spider said as he sniffed another line of cocaine and continued to play games.
“Oh Dios!" Amayah said, saying oh god in Spanish, we’re not talking about street niggas, that’s different. The type of people I’m talking about don’t care about street credit, they’re sick people, y’all not from New York so you won’t understand or never heard the stories of Black Ice,” Amayah said and Loco and Spider stop playing the game and turned around and looked at her and Tatiana in the kitchen.
“What the hell are you looking at?” Tatiana said.
“What?” Amayah asked.
“Now those aren’t stories, we know who he is,” Loco said, speaking for the first time.
“Yea, we don’t speak his name on the Westside, he’s Diablo, the devil in real life, he killed a few homies we know, don’t speak his name in this house. When people talk about him too much or ever think of him too much he be there, this is no game, he pops up like that fucking movie The Candy Man. It’s best to act as if he’s not real at all, I never want to hear that name out your mouth again,” Spider said.
Amayah looked at him and didn’t say anything. “I didn’t know Black Ice had reached California, I thought he was only in New York, but it seems everyone knows the story of the serial killer that put people's heads in jars.” Amayah said to herself.
“Hey you heard what I said, I said don’t ever speak that name again,” Spider said seriously with an attitude.
