Free What She Wanted by Author Storm, K Elliott Page A

all her favorite names and oh, so appropriate. Her pussy was wet, and she was drenching this nigga in pussy juices, backing her onion up on his dick.
    Kym could feel her wetness and fragrant juices sliding around his dick, as he got harder each time she moaned, and squeezed his dick with tight muscles. The excitement of what she was doing, and how well she did it, got her hornier. When she rubbed her clit with two fingers, she felt herself about to bust all over him. She tapped him on his shoulder and pushed him off her. Before he could react, she jumped up and put her pussy in his face. Three fingers deep in her pussy, she spread her pussy lips wide so he could catch the cum drippin’ out like she was ‘bout to part with her kids.
    After she nutted all over his lips, Kym was up in a flash and back in a Dolce and Gabana shirtdress and boots before Diesel stopped twitching from her orgasm and his.
    “I’ll see you next week in the office, Mr. Smythe. Oh, and when you get there, have a money order for $250, and make sure it’s blank. We’ll fill it out later,” Kym stated.
    She ran up outta there before his nosy old mother got back. If the bitch called her office again, asking ‘bout when she was gonna let him off probation; like it was her damned decision personally. As if Kym was the judge and jury who had sentenced her baby to seven and a half years in state prison. Or if Kym had somehow made her baby sell drugs, and beat people with a crow bar.
    Kym ran out the back door and down the alley to a County issued car, a 2009 Dodge Charger with dark, tinted windows. The County wanted their probation officers to blend into traffic, and sneak up on niggas out slinging dope on the corners. Until she rolled down the windows, or jumped out with her 9mm fully loaded with seventeen rounds and one in the chamber, she looked like every other person driving around the hood.
    She shook her head at the thought of what had just went down, and smoothed down her hair. Kym figured she probably looked a hot mess, but God damn, that young boy had just fucked the shit outta her! He made her remember why she loved her job so fucking much.
    Bad boys…she loved them, wanted them, and needed them. As soon as they came to the probation office, straight out of the state penitentiary, Kym knew which ones she would fuck. They were desperate; missing home, and hadn’t had no real pussy in years. Her shit was deep and moist, fragrant and luscious. Please, their shit was desperate. She had the keys to their freedom, and made them pay for it in spades.
    Diesel was eight days home on County Probation. He was home to his mom’s house with no job, and no prospects for employment. He was going to Welfare on day nine, and would plead disabled so he could get $205 a month plus food stamps.
    Please , Kym laughed to herself. If she wasn’t a junkie bitch, loving sex with all things thug-like, and fine ass niggas recently home from ‘Summer Camp’, she don’t know what she was.
    CHAPTER 2
    “I ’ m telling you she doesn’t have a clue,” Kym’s supervisor, Rick Brooks, told his supervising lieutenant from the quiet, soundproof office on the 22 nd floor of the former KYW building at 16 th & Walnut in downtown Philadelphia. “Hold on, that’s Johnson on the phone right now,” Brooks said.
    He clicked open his County cell phone, and listened to Johnson give the latest report of Kymber Devers’ violation of every rule and regulation they had at the County. He jotted down notes as he listened, and would later add them to a growing file of pictures, tapes of conversations, and transcribed notes. He was going to get that bitch if it killed him.
    “Yeah, Johnson, we’ve got the bitch red-handed. She’s never going to get out of this without losing her job and pension. We might even give her some jail time if we’re lucky. I’m telling you, she’s running wild around Philadelphia, and one of these convicts is gonna kill her before we snatch her off