September 22, 2021
The return of the damn devil.
I could barely sleep last night because I didn’t know at what hour my door was going to come flying off the hinges.
Psycho was set to be released today, and I just know all hell is about to break loose.
He hasn’t called my phone since I hung up and blocked him last month, and if I know him like I think I do, that’s not a good sign.
That means he’s beyond talking and wants to communicate through actions.
My life has been so peaceful for the last four years, and I really didn’t want Psycho to come home and shake shit up.
I spent the whole workday anxious. Especially after I logged on to one of my burner social media accounts and saw everyone from our hometown welcoming him home.
I just hoped that he had enough sense not to bring his foolishness to my office.
I had been on edge all day, but I was starting to get hopeful once I made it to dinner time without a peep from him.
Then, while I was sitting at my parents’ home enjoying dinner, I got a call from my security.
“Boss Lady, you might want to come outside before Psycho gets shot. He’s here, and he said if you don’t come outside, he’s going to come inside.”
The words sent a cold chill up my spine. I closed my eyes and exhaled. I may not have taken a lot of things seriously, but Psycho was always one I did. He had no sense of when far was too far.
“Excuse me, you all, I have to take this call,” I said, excusing myself from the dinner table urgently like I had business to attend to.
I opened the door of my parents’ home, and my mouth literally dropped to the floor.
This man was sitting on the hood of his car with a Draco, wearing the brightest smile, in the middle of an affluent neighborhood.
My parents’ security team had their guns drawn, while mine just stood around looking dumbfounded.
“Guys, it’s okay,” I said through clenched teeth.
I walked up to the gate with an attitude, called him by his government name, and told him to get in the car.
That didn’t do anything but make him smile wider.
“Not until you kiss me.”
“I promise you, I’ll go back in the house right now and let my parents handle this however they see fit.” I threatened.
After a stare-down, he threw the gun in the backseat and sat behind the steering wheel. I opened the door and reluctantly got into the car with him.
“What’s up, ma? You're still pretty as fuck, give me a kiss.”
“PSYCHO!” I whined as he started driving away from the house.
“Stop acting like you don’t fucking miss me. You still love me. You’re just worried about what muhfuckas gone think about you if we’re together. I’m proud of you and your accomplishments, but I didn’t think you were going to say fuck us.”
“Boy, you’ve been gone for four years. There is no us.
And stop driving so fucking fast! You already have a gun in the backseat as a felon on your first day out of prison.
” The car lifted as he hit a speed bump, with no regard for it.
“Uh uh, matter of fact, take me back to my parents’ house before my food gets co—”
He hit a U-turn so hard that I had to hold on to the center console so my head wouldn’t hit the window. I know he was getting agitated because he got frustrated over less. The way he could go from zero to a million, he needs to be medicated.
We drove in silence as he pulled up to my parents’ gate and stopped hard in front of it.
I went to open the door, and he grabbed me by my arm.
“You see this tattoo I got for you?” he asked as he lifted his head and displayed my first initial tattooed across his neck like he didn’t already have my full name shaded on his arm.
“I’m not letting us go. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved for real, and I don’t give a fuck what you do for a living.
You gotta figure that shit out, I’m home now. ”
I exhaled after he spoke. He really wasn’t getting it.
Then his voice dropped low with that rasp that I’ve always found so attractive, and he rubbed his thumb against my arm.
“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 love him. 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 like I 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.”
He nodded and then kissed my temple as I exited the vehicle and walked back toward the gate.
This was the first time that anyone on my team had seen me in a predicament like this, but I was off the clock, and I wasn’t concerned.
Their contracts were so ironclad about my personal life that it wasn’t like they could speak about it if they wanted to.
The gate opened, allowing me inside, and I passed Big A.
“Boss Lady, you just made my job harder.” He said with a chuckle, but I knew exactly what he meant. He meant seeing me in that position.
“Your job or your dick?” I asked. He was flustered and didn’t answer right away, but before he was going to, I continued.
“I’ll make it the easiest it’s ever been if you let a man with an assault rifle pick me up and don’t make a single attempt to ensure my safety.
Your eyes are on the wrong thing.” I said, snapping him back into professional mode.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled.
I knew that Psycho wouldn’t hurt me, but they didn’t. Regardless of how long they’d known him, he wasn’t the exception to their jobs.
I kept a straight face, then smirked as I turned around and walked back toward the front door of my parents’ home. I wasn’t really mad at A; that was just my attempt at keeping it professional.
When I went back into the house, I picked up my plate from the place I had left it. My mother was clearing the table, and my father had likely gone to take a bath like he did every night after dinner.
“Was everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, just some questions that needed to be answered,” I said quietly as I rounded her to go to the microwave to reheat my food.
“Hmmm.” She said with a raised eyebrow.
I waited for the microwave to stop and then brought my plate back to the table.
She walked over to me and stood there and gave me the lightest tap on my lips with her back hand.
“Now a lie ain’t nothing for you to tell. You act like I don’t have eyes and windows that go from my floor to the ceiling. I told you about that boy. He hasn’t changed a bit. You’re lucky your daddy ain’t see him.”
I laughed because I had been caught. I knew that she couldn’t see inside the vehicle from the window because if she could, the slap would have probably been a real one.
“Maaaaa!” I whined. Yes, I was overly grown, but I still respected my parents. I wasn’t about to boss up on my girl and tell her I pay my own bills and that what I did was nobody’s business.
“Ma, nothing.” She scolded me.
I nodded, and then she kissed my forehead and sat down to ask me about how things were really going with my career.
We talked for longer than I had intended.
My mom was one of my best friends, and I was thankful for the way we could spend hours talking about everything and nothing.
But I had told Psycho two hours, and that time had passed.
He was calling my phone, and I knew that he thought I had lied to him or changed my mind.
I tried to ignore the vibration of my phone as I wrapped up the conversation and got into the truck. But as soon as I got inside, he called for a second time.
“Yes, Psycho?”
“You want me to go back to prison already? Huh?” He asked calmly.
“I’m just leaving my parents’ house; give me another hour, and I’ll be there.”
“Aight.” He said before we disconnected the phone.
I sighed as I looked out the window on the drive back to my place. I knew that I was making a big mistake, but I had to see it through. I should have told him no. I should have stuck to my guns and not let him eat my pussy until I came all over his leather seats.
But that’s not what I did. I’ve just come home to bathe, shower, and rub myself down in my favorite body butter, headed to go see the menace.
My better judgment took PTO.
The Heaux