No Justice No Peace by Brenda Hampton

got put in the hole.  That for damn sure would have delayed his time, but I knew he wouldn’t do nothing stupid, since he was so close to getting out. 
                About four in the morning, Ginger strolled in blasted.  She took her clothes off at the door, and crawled up to me in bed.  I was wide-awake and for damn sure wasn’t in no mood for fucking.
    She did what she knew best and placed my dick in her mouth.  It took forever for me to rise, and when I did, it slowly but surely went back down. 
                “Not tonight, baby, I got something heavy on my mind,” I said, and then moved her over to the side.
                She glared at me in the partially dark room. “Come on, Kiley.  You said that we…”
                “I know what I said earlier, but I’m not in the mood.”
                “Just five minutes,” she said, reaching for my hand. She placed it between her legs. “Can’t you feel how horny I am?”
                Ginger’s insides were drenched.  I tickled her with my fingers, digging them deep inside of her.  She moaned for me to fuck her.  I quickly turned her on her stomach and hurried on top of her.  I pecked my lips down her back and then made my way to the end of the bed.  While standing, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards me.  When she backed her ass up against me, I slammed myself inside of her.  I pounded her hard because I was mad. Mad because Quincy hadn’t called, mad because Desmon and his friends were downstairs smoking weed, and definitely mad because I told Ginger’s ass I didn’t feel like fucking.  If she had to be the one to pay for it, then so be it.  I continued to fuck her hard, and with each frustrating push, the headboard slammed against the wall.  She tried to move away, but I squeezed her hips tightly to keep them in place.
                “Ki…Kiiiiiley,” she cried out and lowered her head. “You’re hurting me.  Baby, slow down…that shit hurts.”
                “You told me to fuck you, didn’t you?  I’m just doing what you asked.”  I continued on with my aggressiveness, and after Ginger came, I pulled out and released my juices on her ass.  She fell on her stomach and let out a deep sigh.  I massaged her butt, spreading my come all over her butt.  I then smacked it hard and told her I’d see her in mid morning.
                I went into the living room to relax on the couch.  After I flipped through a few channels, I then rolled up a joint and smoked it.  Soon, I was high as hell.  I could barely keep my eyes opened and finally fell off to sleep.
                I was awakened by Desmon’s tap on my shoulder.  He told me a call was waiting for me on the phone in the kitchen. I rushed to it, anxious to see if it was Quincy. Realizing that I didn’t have on any clothes, I figured that’s why Desmon was shaking his head. 
                “Do you need a towel or something?” he said, and then picked up a bag of Doritos.
                I ignored him and picked the phone up that laid on the table.
                “Hello,” I said.
                “Kiley?”
                “Who is this?”
                “Pedro,” he said in a low voice. “Quincy’s roomy.”
                “Man, I know who you are. What’s up and where is Quincy?”
                He paused for a few seconds. “I…I got bad news, mon.”
                My heart dropped. “Wha…what’s up?”
                “Quincy dead, mon.  They killed him.”
                A cold chill came over me and I could see the goose bumps on my arms. “What the fuck you just say?”
                “Listen, I can’t say much, but he told me if anything happened to him to call you.”
                My legs weakened, so I dropped to