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Homicide thought for a moment, and then he nodded.
“He’s running everything.”
“Where that nigga Ish live at?”
“In Rosedale. Why?” Jasmine asked.
Homicide stood up from the chair and started to feel on her ass. Jasmine reached up and she kissed him. Homicide pulled away from her and took out his gun and laid it on the kitchen table. But not wanting to be too far away from it, he made sure not to leave the kitchen. He slid Jasmine’s shorts down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them.
Homicide started playing with her exposed pussy. Jasmine gasped as soon as he stuck his middle finger inside of her. With his other hand, Homicide undid his pants and let them drop to just above his knees as he left his sneakers on. He then took his finger out of Jasmine’s pussy and lifted her up onto the dishwasher, where she spread her legs as wide as she could for him.
Homicide slid his dick into Jasmine’s pussy and started to fuck her real slow, and as her pussy got wetter and wetter, he fucked her harder and harder. Jasmine loved every inch of Homicide, and every second of him fucking her. Unlike the night before when she wasn’t totally herself because of the alcohol, this time she was sober and felt totally free. She didn’t hold back one bit, and her screams and moans let Homicide know that she was thoroughly enjoying the way he fucked her.
Jasmine wrapped her legs around Homicide’s back then clasped both of her hands around the back of his neck. Homicide pulled away from the dishwasher and supported her by gripping her ass and holding her up in the air. Jasmine loved that position, and she bounced up and down on Homicide’s dick until she came back to back.
/> Homicide could feel himself about to nut. He didn’t want to nut inside Jasmine, so after a few more real deep strokes, he carried Jasmine back over to the dishwasher, where he had started fucking her, placed her on top of it, and pulled his dick out of her. Within seconds he was shooting come all over her stomach, legs, on her short T-Shirt, and the dishwasher door.
Jasmine hopped off the dishwasher and grabbed him and hugged him. He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.
Jasmine hugged him, and she wouldn’t let him go. She buried her head in his chest and just left it there and listened to his heartbeat.
As Jasmine stood there with her head buried in Homicide’s chest, she felt a sense of peace and serenity she couldn’t remember feeling before. At that moment she didn’t care about Nico and what he was doing, she didn’t care about Agent Gosling, and she didn’t care about her role as a confidential informant. Homicide made her feel safe and secure, and she just wished that she could stay in that exact same position forever, hugging him with her head placed on his chest, and never have to move or worry about a thing.
Thirty-Five
Two weeks passed, and Jasmine was conscious of what BJ had told her about staying in the house and, for the most part, had listened. But during that two-week period, Agent Gosling was starting to get very suspicious of her relationship with Homicide because she had yet to produce any incriminating evidence on him.
So while Gosling pressured Jasmine to produce results, Homicide was also starting to apply pressure on her to have her set up Ish to get robbed. Initially Jasmine wasn’t sure if it was the smartest thing for her to do, but after a long day of seriously thinking about it, she realized it was actually a good idea. For one, she was dead tired of Simone constantly boasting about what Ish was doing for her, and that would be a good way to take a lot of air out of her balloon.
She also figured that if the robbery was successful, she would be able to go to Gosling and have him ease up the pressure on her by convincing him that the FBI needed to really focus on locking up Ish because he was taking over for Nico as the new kingpin. Setting up Ish would also make Homicide trust her and not question her loyalty to him.
So after Jasmine was convinced she was down with Ish getting set up, she started calling Simone more often. Each time, Jasmine reminded her that they needed to go out because they hadn’t been out in so long. Simone jumped at the bait because she was itching to show off the new outfits and other gifts Ish had given to her.
“Did you move in with Ish yet?”
“I might as well have. I mean, I’m always at his crib. He loves when I cook for him, so I try to be there as much as possible.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Jasmine tried her best to stay in character.
“What?”
“You know the only reason you be over there is for some dick! You probably ain’t cook that nigga one good meal yet. Remember you are the one who texted me a picture of his dick.”
“Oh, my God!” Simone laughed, trying to sound embarrassed. “That shit do look good though, right?”
“I don’t know. I deleted that right after you sent it to me. Picture me trying to explain to Nico why Ish’s dick is in my phone.”
Simone burst out laughing, completely thrilled to talk about Ish any chance she could. After Simone finished laughing she started to talk low and in a real serious tone. “So tell me something—When’s the last time you had some dick?”
“Why you asking me like you trying to get the scoop on something? You already know Nico is out of town.”
“Jasmine?”
“Yes?”
“You telling me you ain’t fuck nobody since Nico been gone all this time?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Unless you know about some dick that I don’t know about.”
