“Yes,” she answered. “I want to cum.”
“Then be a grown woman and cum, baby.” I kissed her ankle. “You can do it, mama. You already taking this dick like you’re supposed to.” I let go of her one ankle, then grabbed her waist to push her up on the bed without breaking my rhythm. Once I had her in place, I climbed on top of her, making sure I was careful not to smash her stomach, and put my mouth to her ear. “You are doing so well, but I need you to do something for me, Sunshine.”
“What?” She was digging into my back with her nails, but I welcomed the sting.
“You’re listening so well, mama, and following orders, but I need you to understand them now. I’ve told you to cum, why haven’t you done it yet?” I kissed her ear. “Don’t you want to be my good girl?” I kissed her neck.
“Yes,” she moaned, and I felt her pussy starting to clench. She was right there, but my girl needs a little bit more encouragement.
“Then cum baby, cum for me so I can fill you up.” Her pussy pulsated, and I bit into her neck. “There you go. I feel that pussy sucking on my dick now. You feel so good, mama. Cum for me.” I moved a little bit faster, and her legs started to shake. “Yeah, there you go. Let me get that nut, Sunshine.”
“Amethyst,” she moaned again, and I knew what she needed.
“Oh, you think this shit is a game, huh?” I lifted and wrapped my hand around her neck. “Cum on this dick, Yale, and stop playing with me. Do that shit, baby.”
Just like I knew she would, Yale came so hard on my dick that she squirted. I fucked her through her orgasm and right into another one, which triggered my own release.
**
“You didn’t need to leave the hospital,” I said to Psalms and Trey. I closed my truck door, looked around at the neighborhood, and nodded. The area was nice, but everything was cookie-cutter. All the houses were big, yards were cut, and nothing was out of place. I knew their HOA fees were high as fuck, and the rules were ridiculous.
“I know,” Psalms replied. I watched as she opened her trunk, took out a small bag, and then closed it. “I’m here for my sister.” She glanced over at Trey, then rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why he’s here. We don’t even like him.”
“Four is my brother,” Trey said, grilling her. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that!”
“Family calls him Four. You aren’t family, you are related by blood, there is a difference,” Psalms corrected him. “You are only alive right now because he hasn’t woken up yet. When he does, and he gives me the green light, I’m going to gut you and play in your blood.” She tilted her head to the side and slowly blinked. “I thought about cutting you into small pieces and using your body as fertilizer, but I decided not to. My plants deserve the best, and you, Kenbral Strong, are not and will never be the best.” They were locked in a staring contest, and all I could do was watch them. Psalms was never one to back down, and now that I knew they had a shared history, I knew she would never come off his neck. Her admitting that she had plans for him was the only warning she’d ever give him.
“You can hate me for the rest of your life, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m here and don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon,” he rebutted.
Psalms smiled, then turned her attention to the small bag in her hand and took out what looked like a modified butterfly knife. My face twisted in confusion when she started flipping them open and closed because one end was round and the other was sharp as hell. It almost reminded me of a bird beak. Psalmsnoticed me watching her hand as she moved the knife and smirked.
“They are Topiary shears,” she said, answering my unspoken question. Her movements were fluid, and her posture was relaxed, as if she were moving from muscle memory. “Cross said to call her when we were ready for her to open the door.” She walked away, still flipping the shears.
“You might want to stop fucking with her.” I grabbed Trey’s arm to stop him from following her. “She’s barely holding on to her sanity.”
“None of the DeCorte women have ever been sane,” Trey replied, and I hated to admit it, but he was right.
When I met Cross all those years ago, I thought she was the worst of the worst when it came to crazy women. After meeting her family, I realized I was wrong. Cross was the nice one. Mercy liked to catch people off guard and surprise them with her craziness. But the sisters were different; they lived comfortably with their crazy thoughts and behaviors.
I let him go, and we walked to the porch. Psalms was leaning against the wall, her shears still moving fluidly around her fingers. She looked at us and lifted her brow. “Do you want me to call Cross?” she asked.
“No need,” Trey said, then pulled his gun from the small of his back and stepped back. He lifted his foot and kicked the door, but it didn’t budge. He looked at the door with a confused expression, then tried again. “What the fuck?”
“Weak leg ass nigga,” Psalms said, shaking her head. “How the hell are you in the FBI and can’t kick in a door?” She pushed off the wall, took her phone from her pocket, then looked over at me. “The next time we need the police, just call Gift. This nigga is useless.”
“Gift?” Trey questioned her with an attitude. “What the fuck can that nigga do that I can’t?”
“Kick in a damn door,” she answered, and I chuckled. “You know what? The surprise factor is gone now, so fuck calling Cross.” She put her phone back in her pocket, then pushed past us and grabbed one of the chairs on the porch. She lifted it and tossed it through the large bay window. The glass shattered, and she stepped into the house. The neighborhood was about to be popping now.
“We have less than ten minutes before the police show,” Trey said, following behind her. “Psalms?”
Psalms slowly turned around and grilled. “You don’t have permission to say my name,” she said, shaking her head.
“Permission?” he questioned with a chuckle. “What the fuck do you mean I don’t have permission to say your name?”
“I didn’t stutter,” she replied with a shrug. “Nor do I repeat myself. I’ll send him to handle the clarification that’s needed.” She mugged Trey, then turned around and walked away.
“What kind of shit is she on?” Trey asked me, and I smirked. “Who got her ass thinking she has superpowers or is untouchable?”
