•Jameel

Legs crossed, chicken wings on my laps, Chaima's head on my shoulder and my arm around her on this massive and comfortable bed with the television showing replays of our master plan that let the prison go up in flames was the best thing that had happened this morning.

She woke me up with a new passport and identity her 'friend' who had no name, made for me which would enable me to fly out of the country. I was so excited today because I was going to have a surgery that would alter my entire facial appearance and of course, she was sponsoring the entire trip and surgical procedure even if she wasn't comfortable with the idea.

After watching the news just to hear about the progress of the police in finding the escapees for the third time today I switched off the television to start preparing to handle today's plans. I left Chaima to take the tray downstairs while I got up to take a new towel from the wardrobe.

In the shower, I opened a cabinet where I took out a new toothbrush and tore its packet open and into the trash. I splashed a small amount of toothpaste onto the bristles and opened the tap to let it soak a little before I used to brush my teeth.

After a few scrubs back and forth I rinsed my mouth and dropped the toothbrush into the toothbrush holder and hung the towel on a nail beside the curtain shower then I shrugged off my clothes, leaving them a heap on the floor beside the shower door.

I switched on the shower to the hottest of variations and let it splash against my hardened skin. My eyes closed and I regrettably open them because all I saw was two of my dead friends before they were shot in cold blood and I couldn't help them.

I shuddered despite the heat and wished I'd never met them so I would've never been attached to them. Hands enveloped me and I looked to see Chaima holding me against her. Her eyes were closed, she used her hands to trace the lines of my stitches and scars that I'd gotten from my stay in prison.

She kissed the longest of them all that started from my stomach and stopped just below another one on my chest then she let her lips tarry along its edges till her mouth met a nipple and she licked—then she sucked—me eyes closed and my body shook fervently as her fingers pinched gently.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled almost alluringly but in a way that was as if she had no idea what she was doing to me. I pursued my lips to stop any sound of escaping but I knew I'd be damned once I felt her hand encircled my member.

She squeezed lightly and looked at me again a second time then she went on her knees with a smirk on her as she heard me gasp.

Her hands went back and forth, but she wasn't getting the slipperiness she wanted so she rose up quickly and pressed on the top of the liquid soap so a little could get on her hands then she went back down to rub it all over, excluding the tip.

I leaned on the wall while she remained on her knees with her hands wrapped around me.

"Do you like that?"

I could barely speak. A gruff moan flies out of my throat and suddenly I feel embarrassed because I've never met myself go like that. It takes me time to compose myself and get my breathing to regulate.

Soon the soap is gone and she's kissing my cock in hand. She sticks her out and licks her lips before attaching them to the tip where she sucks and moans with a back and forth rhythmic stance then she straightens her back a bit and takes me entirely into her mouth.

She's sucking like she's never sucked before, my head is spinning—in delight of course—so I hold the back of her head and push her head a bit so I'm able to feel myself down into her throat.

She stops for some air and looks up at me "Do you like that?"

"Yes mami." I reply.

She's back at it again and she's going faster than before. I can feel myself at the edge of it all, ready to buss into her mouth. Usually she would take it out of her and let it all drip to her chest but she hears me sound off "I'm about to coooome.." she doesn't let go. She swallows it all and I give her an appreciative tap on her head then lean on the wall.

"Memorable?" She smirks, wiping the edges of her mouth even if the shower has already done the job for her.

"More than memorable." It was almost a lie but if I was being honest, she was tying with Basma who could get me to finish with only her hands.

I hold her hand and she gets off her knees and I lather some soap and scrub her body was her sponge. I rinse her off immediately and she does the same for me.

She turns away, hands are on the wall as she thrusts her rear backwards. One of my hands is holding onto her waist while I'm stroking my member with my hand.

I pull her hair so she arches her back more which moves her bum to elevate. I stick a finger inside her and she's leaking already. I'm ready now but I continue stroking my cock that is already hard as a rock.

Immediately I slowly maneuver my cock inside her. I want her her begging, all flustered and bothered so I only let the tip slide into her as I sprinkle kisses onto her back. I end up going in deeper than I planned so I continue to rail her until there is tears in her eyes before taking it out and whisking her around to face me.

My mouth is on hers and it's a magical fight for dominance but I don't stop there until. I work my hand straight down to her breasts where I fondle and release her lips to suck on one of them. I might've gotten too carried away but I do bite and I notice she's whimpering, I love the sound of that.

"Jameel," she cries, "Stop you're hurting me."

She's turned now and moved out of the  showers enclave. I can tell she's not happy, she looks somewhat frightened as she rushes to the room and I quickly grab a towel and follow her.

When I get there I see she's not there so I know she must be in the next room so I head there and find her in the bathroom. I realize once I hear splashes of water coming from inside the toilet.

I rush to the door, hitting it. "Chaima please open it. I'm sorry."

"Just get dressed so we can leave. I'll be out in a minute."

I honestly wasn't about to give up on finishing. She just left in the middle of it all and I might just get blue balls from staring a hole in that bed as I thought about what we had just done.

I eventually give up and head to the wardrobe of our initial room to take out a polo shirt and jeans and then throw them on with the finishing touches of a cap and wristwatch. She returns when I'm spraying perfume on myself and she passes to fetch her own clothes from the wardrobe.

"Talk to me Chaima, please."

"What do you want me to tell you?"

I was expecting her to shout but she was so calm. She didn't even look like she'd been crying.

Poor soul, I only just wanted to make a movie and disappear.

"Why you ran off into the bathroom."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well you should. As your boyfriend, you owe me that."

"What do you.." She begins and my right hand reaches for her neck to push her to the wall and I don't know why I just did that. Admittedly I might've been aggressive with but she doesn't complain so I'm fine with how things are going.

She's smiling and I can see a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. I slide my thumb into her mouth,  she sucks and releases slowly, entrancingly. She makes me want to take her on the fluffy carpet of the rooms floor.

"You dirty little..." I laugh and she pulls me closer to her. Our noses are rubbing against each other and I can feel her minty breath warming the skin on my face.

She presses her lips to mine but she refuses to let our lips to connect. She's smiling with her eyes closed and her hands remained playing with the button of my trousers. I try to reach for her lips with mine but she's put her finger in between our mouths and she's laughing.

"You might deserve some punishment for that."

I rub my hands together, nodding. "I deserve more than just a punishment."

She doesn't even need me to ask. Her hands are already on the vanity and she's looking at me through the mirror. I've raised up the back of her robe. She's still looking at me from the mirror so I decide to give her a show.

I aim for her ass and slap the moment my hand is inches away. A sound escapes her lips and I suddenly feel my shaft harden. I'm still slapping ridiculously but now all she wants is to feel me inside her but I'm going to make her not only pay for what she did earlier but she's going remember to never do that again.

Now we're full on making out and being as reckless as ever, forgetting that I had a plane to catch. She has thrown off her robe somewhere and is now directing my hands where she wants to be touched.

She starts with her stomach, drags it down to her vaginal area where she stops let's go of my hand with a devious smile when she sees the direction it's headed with a finger outstretched. I reach for her legs and lift her up to wrap around me.

We break the kiss for air and her phone starts to ring then she lets go of me and finds her stance on the floor to go answer the call.

It's the driver and he explaining something I don't understand because the volume is too low for me to hear. She's looking everywhere on the floor for her robe when I grab her and drop her onto the bed. I just stand there looking at her for a few seconds as she stares at me with hooded eyes while she continues talking to the driver.

I begin with her toes. I take the big toe into my mouth and cover with with my tongue before letting go and kissing her legs down to her thighs, leaving goosebumps in the wake of my lips, "You're here alrea..?" She hums because she's not able to finish the sentence.

"Can you wait a while?" Another hum, the rolling of her eyes and it's become a steady rhythm. Her toes are curled up and she's no longer in the mood to answer a call.

"Just wait. We'll be downstairs soo.." she doesn't even finish the sentence before hanging up. She's a little loud and it's just obvious she's faking it but the faux demeanor already sounds forced.

I kneel by the edge of the bed and charge at her core with my finger. I grab a toy I gifted her some months back from her bedside drawer and begin to drill it into her. I chose the highest power it would vibrate to see what it would do it to her and keep her on edge.

Her cries are getting louder and she's no longer able to simmer it downs She's gripping onto the sheets and screaming my name so much I know if people lived with us they'd know what we were doing by just standing outside the door and I just smile because I know she's about come when I replace the vibrator with my finger again. I take my fingers out and bring them to my mouth.

"I want to taste it." She says, blinking.

"Be my guest." I raise my hand to reach her mouth and she licks with such vigor that makes me want to turn her to the side and smash.

"How was it?" I question.

"Why don't you find out." She answers with a smirk.

"It'll be my pleasure."

I latch my mouth onto her opening and begin to lick. Her breathing becomes heavy and her eyes are watering then for a moment I wonder if Basma had ever felt like this with my tongue inside her.

"Why are you stopping?" She breathes, sounding frustrated.

I immediately get back to my senses and with that I stuck my tongue further inside her. The more I lick the more her juices are covering my face and I must say, it was a rainy blessing.

Her breathing becomes more labored and I can tell she's about to come. I reduce the pressure I'm applying but she notices and objects.

"Don't do that babe. I need you on a 100 because I'm about to..." she pauses, "Come."

Her voices died down with the impact of my tongue crashing inside her and I know it's going to crush her so I stop. I walk away to the bathroom to clean myself and return with a towel for her and throw it on the bed, "Take care of yourself."

She hisses at me and gets off the bed with a jump that makes her breasts jiggle.

"Come back babe." I chase after her to the bathroom.

"Go away!"

"It's nothing I haven't felt." I grin from the door.

She rolls her eyes and hisses again before wiping herself down there with wipes and pushing me from her way at the door.

She returns back to the room and find clothes she immediately throws on and walks out without saying anything.

"Are you going to leave me here?"

"I'm not the one traveling." She says from down the hall.

Turns out the driver was already waiting downstairs. so she grabs her bag from another room quickly and we exit the house. Now in the car, we're chatting animatedly, like kids as if nothing had happened earlier but all he's blabbering about is how she lost her cool and wished she didn't let me eat her out.

"It was a mistake?!"

Her eyebrows shoot up to her forehead, "What did you think?"

"I wasn't the one saying ouuuu don't stop, I love it."

She laughs but I can see from her eyes that this is far from over but she doesn't want to offend me so she drops the issue.

A few days ago...

Razor, Jumbo and Killboy ran into my cell shaking me rapturously and bellowing hysterically "There has been an explosion, let's go!"

I majestically take slow strides as I got off the bed to take my phone and pocket knife from under my bed before I followed them.

We walked in a vertical formation—all four of us marching down the stairs of the prison side by side, excited but none of them knew who was behind it except me.

This plan had been set in motion months back after Chaima came back from hiding in Brazil. She visited me in prison and once again, promulgated her undying loyalty to me and her love of course. I still didn't love her but I would do anything to leave this hell hole so I played along and now she thinks she's breaking her boyfriend out of prison.

She kept visiting and sneaking in contraband for me. It started with smaller things like food packets then she upgraded to a phone and larger quantities of food which she would pay the security guards to give to me.

It was during one of her visits I was caught by a gang leader who disliked me already and was threatening to tell the authorities what was going on if I didn't give him everything Chaima was to be bringing so a fight was about to start then Jumbo, Killboy and Razor jumped in to save me seeing as I was as thin as a needle and that was the beginning of our brotherhood in jail.

During Chaima's next visit I asked her to bring more food and clothing so I could share with my new found friends and protectors. We would share everything and anything except the security guards that visited our cells after lights out. They were exactly six; .

The first time came, I thought it was a silent execution until she just took her clothes off and asked me to climb on top of her. I was repulsed initially because they were much older than we were but after it ended I realized I'd enjoyed it so I looked forward to more of the nightly encounters.

A few weeks later, started to visit my cell and it'd be the three of us. My friends knew I liked them both so I chose to stick to the ones who visited their cells. I just felt bad for my bunk mate who would not get enough sleep some nights because of us.

That's was all fun and it was even more fun when I heard the sound of the explosion but I just fixed my position on the bed and continued to read. I was becoming like Michelle Obama and nothing was going to stop me from achieving that goal with Chaima as my getaway driver.

A guard ran towards us with his stick but Jumbo managed to throw him off the rails and onto the table by the lunch arena. This time we stared to run because more giraffe were coming and we would soon be caged again.

A quick thought came to me as soon as we'd crossed a pile of dead people by the kitchen. I then decided to tell them the truth so that I could help them escape from the route I was breaking out from.

At the beginning I wanted to let them die while I ran off alone but I remembered all they'd done for me here and chose to except with them all.

I explained quickly and dragged them inside the kitchen and passed through the back door where we ran to the fields. But there was no way out at this point because there were armed men stationed at the watch towers watching us and from the looks of things they'd killed a dozen of men but we took the risk anyways.

We looked at each other, held hands and said "Bismillah" as we charged into the crosshairs of this aimless shootout and we kept running without daring to look back. In the middle of the field, I felt someone pull us back and we all turned to see Jumbo on the floor with a bullet dripping blood on his forehead.

Our eyes showed emotions that exceeded anything I'd ever seen in my life. I could see tears falling down each of their eyes. I remained stoic, still trying to reach the promise land outside the walls so all seeped except me who wanted to be the backbone.

We forged ahead with a heavy heart—with all the energy our legs could muster till we reached the end of the wall where the explosion happened. As we stepped foot out, we lost another of our men. This time it was Razor—he died with a smile and from his lips we heard "don't let them take you too." Then his eyes closed.

A short distance away, was Chaima's car. She waved from inside the car and I could tell she was wondering who this man was.

She took off the glasses she was wearing and ran out of the car to hug me. I introduced her to him and let him enter the backseat while I and her took the front seat.

As expected, we drove into the sunset but not forgetting to throw all of the things we had that reminded us of the prison away, except the jumpsuits. We agreed to keep it as a way of remembering the comrades we lost.

There's an old prison believe that used to scare and it is that if you look back on your way out of the prison, you'll go back in but now I don't because I knew that no matter what it took I would fight the whole world just to stay out of that place.

It was a home for some, detention house for us, rehabilitation center for this we believed they were actually in the wrong and a graveyard for mostly those who didn't deserve it.

"Jameel." Chaima taps my shoulder to bring me out of my mind trip.

"Huh?"

"I'll miss you so much."

"Me too."

"Call me when you get there."

"I will."

"Why do I feel like I'm never going to see you again?"

That's because you aren't.

If I was being honest, I wasn't coming back to Morocco. I've had enough of her clingy ass. Her purpose had expired and the last of it was her paying for my trip to Canada and back to Nigeria where my new mission would begin.

"You worry too much. I don't like that."

"I'm sorry baby."

"Hmmm ok."

The announcement for my flight was being repeated on the speakers so I gathered my belongings that consisted of a small backpack and a box of clothes and was ready to leave when she called me back.

"You're going to leave without hugging me goodbye."

I forgot.

"I'm sorry babe."

"See you soon." She kissed my cheek.

"See you never."

"What?"

"I said I'll call you whenever my plan lands."

"Ok. Bye!"

"Bye."

I wore my jacket and grabbed the handle of my box. Next was to my final destination which was Basma.

But that was after my surgery was done. I'd already sorted my things in Nigeria and managed to hire private investigators to find Basma and my sources say she's in Albania with a new husband. I hope she has prepared her tears because a bucket wouldn't be enough to cry away the thoughts of her being a newly married widow. How about that?

But this was just me warming up. Once I get my hands on her, she was never escaping. There will be no mistakes this time and her regret would've been letting me get arrested in Morocco.

My parents had already disowned me so I really had nothing to lose if I was to get caught again. I would only wait for Chaima to get me out again then I would change tactics but that was never going to happen. She was dead to me and so is my family.

I've left Chaima and I'm about to check in when a man with a good shoots at my foot and bolts. She has already left so I don't know who can help me. Everything is appearing in doubles but most of all, the shooter looked like he was smiling so I assumed it was aimed at pressing a vendetta.

Pondering upon it only made me dizzier but before I could even say anything else, I lost sight of everything. Everything black.
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