Chapter 214: Chapter 214

Chapter214

~Heart imprisoned~

The slap-slap sound of his penis slamming into her vagina echoed from wall to wall and it was impossible to deduce Lucy’s moaning from the echoes that hung over them. As he pounded into her, he would slow down at interval peer down to her portable breasts and suck on it gently and gratefully before pulling up his lips from her breasts and pounding harder and faster.

“Hmmm, oh darling…you are good…” Lucy moaned at the top of her voice, vibrated and wailed under his pounding. “Oh I love that,” she said once he pulled out his tongue and licked her ear lobes leaving cold moisture that aroused her so greatly that her nipples that had refused to stand quickly stiffened. “Oh…damn…shit!” she cried as her face scowled hugely with her troubled eyes shooting into his sweating serious face. She could tell he was almost hitting orgasm because his pounding had increased in pace and his eyes had bulged out in pleasure and sweetness. She would have gotten pounded into the bed , if she hadn’t held his shoulders.

Just then he let out a lengthy moan, “Ah…!”

He halted and jerked repeatedly with his grip on her lush, soft hair and his satisfied face, grinning andas his waist push deeper and deeper into her slippery vagina. He jerked a little moan, pressed her breasts and opened his mouth as though the sperm pouring from his penis was going to pass through his mouth. He gave his last jerk, rolled his eyes wearingly and started breathing nosily before he collapsed on her sweating breasts.

“Oh…shit…oh! She moaned, stroking his hair, and panting uncontrollably, “I always enjoy …oh…” she moaned yet again smacked her lips and smiled at the ceiling. “I wonder why I didn’t see you when I was a whore.” Haw! She chuckled. “I would have kidnapped you and kept you to myself, because your dick spells apple,” she said and they laughed at once and resumed their uneasy breathing.

Mr. Fanny raised his face and locked eyes with her, before twisting his waist and pulling out his penis from her wet vagina.

“Hmmm,” he let one last moan, flogged his penis on her clitoris, removed the condom and tossed it to a corner.

“Oh…that is good,” she said, covered her legs and said jokingly, “I am still a virgin. Don’t see my pussy!” she was all smiles and Mr. Fanny chuckled heavily as he drifted to the corner of the bed fondling into a false bag and pulling out a wrap packaged in a false bag, “Fresh drugs for the week,” he said and tossed it to her.

Once it landed by her side. She sat up and asked, “How many kilogram?” she brought it to her nostrils, shut her eyes and smelled it.. “Really fresh!”

“That should be seven kilogram?” he replied and shook his head in regret. “Do you have a gun?” he said, staring at her in the mirror that stood opposite them.

“Gun? What do I need gun for?” She asked, as her brow furrowed in shock.

He swallowed hard, and turned around to face her while she lay back in bed.

“In as much as I am scared but I am yet to know a drug dealer who owns no gun,” said Mr. Fanny.“But it is OK, if owing a gun is not your priority, now.

She unmasked the cocaine, put a little of it in her mouth and shook her head. This is a nice one. I am not fully into drug and I would never be. For now I can boast of one active client and he is an oldie. He buys all my drugs and keeps my money without any fight. For now I am having no trouble distributing the drugs, so there may be no need for the gun,” she said, stood to her feet and squeezed into her gown. “About my brother,” she intoned softly, stretched her hair to the back of her neck and gazing into the mirror. “Did he come for his money? And did you give him the money I gave you?” she asked.

Mr. Fanny shook his head anxiously, “Oh yes, that was yesterday. With the rage and spite in his flinty eyes I wonder what he would have done if I wasn’t with the money,” he said and grabbed his overall to join her in dressing up; so that they could leave at once…

“Perhaps they would have beaten you to a pulp. They have no regards for life. I am scared of something happening to you. Those thugs need no permission to stab knife into your chest. Don’t forget they are also prisoners like you, who are searching for ways to be the heat man of my brother so that they could be given freedom,” she echoed, pressed and stretched her hair, before feeling Mr. Fanny hold her waist from behind. “Oh baby, I know you are already, missing me but I got to go. Money need to be made. You see, I need to make enough money so that I can set you up for life as soon as you are released from jail. Ten years from now is too big and isn’t. I need to put something in place for you.”

Mr. Fanny smiled and she caught his contagious smile in the mirror and smiled too,

“In ten year time I will be in my sixties. Won’t I be too old for you by then, considering how young and beautiful you are. I hope my heart won’t be broken for the second time by you. I hope you don’t leave me for some young cute chap that has got money and dick to spend.”

As soon as he said it, they burst into a radical laugh.

“Trust me. As you are imprisoned my heart and love for you is also imprisoned. Leaving g you for another man is as dangerous as walking around the fire with a gallon of gas. I don’t want to get exploded. I am scared of losing you to death. I wish you would cooperate with me and do my bidding so that we can always sort out my evil brother. Losing you to death is as good as not falling in love,” she said and they locked eyes and stared into the mirror with their fingers clenched together around her waist...