Yung' x Trigga Imagines

ESCAPED PART 2

(Author's Note : I didn't plan on making a part 2, but since yall asked, here ya go! Enjoy loveliesss.)

AUG's POV

I pumped the head of my d*ck as I stared at the picture of Kimoni I found in a newspaper the other day. Her white wedding dress hugged her curves so perfectly, I pumped myself harder, biting at my lips hard enough to cause bleeding. Apparently she just got married to some r&b singer, which explains the publicity. I had torn the picture down the middle, and threw her fiancee in the trashcan as soon as I'd seen it. Even though I hate her guts for putting me in prison, she's still mine and I thought I made that clear when I told her I'd be back. I guess she didn't understand. But as soon as they let me go, ima remind her who she belongs to. She owes me and until I feel that she's payed her dues, she's the property of August Anthony Alsina. I smiled at the thought of writing my name across her ass with my tongue before busting a nut all over her picture. I balled it up and threw it away, considering I had thousands of her other pictures scattered along the walls.

I cleaned myself up as my cell mate, Redd, entered. He sat on his mattress and rubbed his hands together. "The plan's set in motion, man. We bustin' out tomorrow."

I grinned. Finally. Me, him, and a few other guys been plottin on escaping for months now, and with the help of a few crooked cops, we finally have our chance. I listened as he outlined the finishing touches of our plan. We wouldn't have to worry about being caught this time.

"Kimoni, I'm coming home," I smiled, staring at another of her pictures.

Red scrunched his brows, "Didn't she get married? You needa move on."

He always telling me that I'm obsessed with her and shit. But forget him.

"What that got ta' do with me?"

He shook his head and layed on his back, "You sick as hell, man."

Kimoni's POV

"Aye baby, you heard me talking to you?"

I looked up to see Quincy staring at me like I'm crazy.

"I'm sorry bae, you said something?" I asked, innocently.

He shook his head and smirked, showing off his deep dimples. Truthfully, I was zoned out thinking about how my life is finally coming together. I've just gotten married to a wonderful man, I finally got my second degree, and to top it off, Quincy moved us out into the country, into a beautiful three-story house. My life's great.

"I said you looking good as hell in that dress, had me feenin' for that ass all night,"

I blushed as he gripped my waist. We'd just come home from having dinner with his parents. He palmed my ass, walking me towards our king sized bed. Only minutes later, we were fully naked and engaging in mind-blowing sex.

"Shit, bae, you feel so good," Quincy groaned into my ear.

I threw it back onto him, being sure to give him eye contact. He loves that. He gripped my hair.

"Who's daddy?"

"I'm not gone hurt ya, babyluv. Long as you do what daddy tells ya"

I gasped before pulling away from Quincy, causing his d*ck to slide out of me.

"What's wrong, 'Moni?" He asked, looking concerned, but pissed.

"N-nothing, I just.."

"I'll be back, ma. Keep her warm for me."