“I miss you, mama.”
He leaned over the seat and peppered kisses over my face so gently that it broke any ounce of restraint I was showing. I’ve always loved when he called me that, and he knew it. But there was one thing that he was wrong about. I didn’t lovehim. I cared about him in ways that I didn’t care about many of the guys that I dealt with. Not only was he a part of my childhood, but he was also my best friend’s blood. I feel like we grew up together, so I give him more grace than I give many men.
Of course, the fact that he can fuck like he invented it is also an added bonus. But that’s where my attachment to him begins and ends.
When he grabbed the back of my head and our lips touched, I didn’t shy away from the moment. Instead, I pulled his locs, which were much longer than when he left, and then held him in place.
“I missed you, mama.” He repeated through kisses that he trailed over my exposed chest. He freed my breast from my camisole and then swirled his tongue around my hardened nipple.
“Psycho, we can’t—”
“I don’t want to hear none of that shit.” He protested and continued to suck and bite my nipple.
“Open your legs and let me taste you.” He demanded. I glanced back at the house; only the guards were standing out front. But they all seemed occupied.
My parents still had not come outside. If they saw Psycho in their front yard, they’d call the police on him for sure. The fact that they knew only a fraction of how badly he showed his ass, and they still hated him, said a lot.
He sat back in the chair and waited. When I hesitated, he doubled down on it.
“Let me taste my pussy.” He demanded calling me by my name and tugging on the hem of my skirt.
I opened my legs, one foot resting on his cup holder, the other against his headrest as I pulled my skirt up, exposing the lace thongs that I was wearing.
He didn’t waste any time, diving in face-first. I moaned as soon as he pulled my panties to the side and sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Shiitttt…” I whined as I grabbed the back of his head.
He groaned as he ate me.
“Fuck! Psycho.” I cried as I rocked against his face. My moans grew louder; I peered out the window to make sure my parents still hadn’t come looking for me. But I made eye contact with A. He was just standing there watching me get my pussy eaten. He didn’t hide the fact that he was doing it either. He didn’t turn away when he realized he had been caught. Instead, he continued to watch.
I didn’t call attention to it; instead, I gave him something worth watching. I pinched my nipple that was still outside of my shirt and bit my lip.
The feeling of Psycho’s tongue and knowing that Big A was watching me took me to a level that made me feel like I was having an out-of-body experience.
I bucked, twisted, and tried to escape, but Psycho held me in place and ate me so good that my toes literally curled. It didn’t take long for him to bring me to an orgasm.
“Shit! Make me cum.” I panted as I ground slowly against the motion of his tongue.
I held the back of his head, and by this time, both my breasts were outside of my top. A was standing there and rubbing the erection that he was having. Then he turned away and faced the house.
That did it for me. It sent me over the edge.
I erupted over Psycho’s face, seats, and my clothing. I cried out, and my fingers slowly slid down the window of his truck likeI was begging for help. I was whining, moaning, and shivering like a wet cat.
“And you saying you don’t miss me? But your body reacts that same way every time I touch you.” He said as he pulled me into the sloppiest kiss.
I touched his dick through his pants, and it felt like it was fighting against his zipper to be freed.
“You coming to see me tonight when you leave?” He asked.
I weighed my options.
“Yes.” I exhaled in defeat. I knew that if I went over to Psycho’s house, it was going to be hell to get him to understand that I didn’t want to be in a relationship. But I wanted the first day out dick, I know after four years of being in prison, he was going to nail me to the headboard. And selfishly, I needed to see what that was about. We could worry about the repercussions later.
“Unblock me, and I’ll send you my address.” He said as he wiped my juices from his beard and then fixed my clothing.
“It’ll be about two hours; I need to go home and bathe.”
