Chapter 15 Amethyst #2
“I think she threatened your life,” I chuckled after Psalms left the room.
I walked around Shelly again and shook my head.
“She left you alive for a reason,” I said, looking at Shelly.
Her eyes followed me as much as possible, but I knew she was losing the fight for her life.
Psalms was good at what she did because she turned her conscious off and did what she had to do.
“Please,” Shelly gasped.
I lowered her to the ground, and she started to cry in relief. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you,” I said, shaking my head. “Nor is Psalms going to come back.” Shelly cried louder, and I smiled. “I have other plans for you, though.”
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“I thought we had an agreement,” I said to Consonance as soon as she answered the phone. I walked through my bedroom looking for any signs of Yale, only to come up empty.
“We did,” she replied.
“Yale isn’t here,” I said as I sat on the edge of the bed. “I came back to an empty house.”
“She’s there,” Consonance yawned. “I talked to her before you called. Have you looked through the entire house?”
“I’m in my bedroom,” I answered.
“Your ideal place and hers are two different things,” she laughed. “That’s where you want to end up, not where she is.”
“She told you, huh?” I asked, knowing that there were very few secrets between Yale and Consonance.
“Yep,” she laughed. “And I’m just going to say this now so it’s not ever said that I didn’t say it. But y’all took too damn long for my liking.”
“I hear you,” I chuckled and shook my head.
“You better, because damn, this shit is annoying,” Consonance kissed her teeth in annoyance. “Now get the hell off my phone because my company just pulled up.
“Who sliding through yo spot?” I asked as I stood. Consonance was like my little sister, so hearing her say she had company this late at night had me ready to ride.
“Not your business,” she laughed. “Go find my friend and worry about her.”
Consonance hung up before I could reply, and I tossed my phone on my dresser.
I left my room to look for Yale. The first place I went and looked was my office, but it was empty.
Deciding not to play the cat-and-mouse game, I went back to my room, grabbed my phone, and checked my security camera.
It took me a second, but I finally found her outside, lying in the middle of the yard.
I put my phone in my pocket and left the room.
When I got outside, I turned on some music using my phone and set it on the table before walking into the yard.
Yale looked up at me without lifting her head from the ground and smiled, and I returned the gesture.
“You look pretty as hell, you know that?” I bent down and gently brushed a raindrop from her lashes. “It’s raining, and you’re out here like it’s no big deal,” I said after I watched her. “Why?”
“Because it’s raining,” she answered. “Lay down with me.”
Even though I didn’t want to, I got my big ass down on the ground next to her. Yale immediately wrapped her body around mine and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her shoulder and pulled her close.
“Did you enjoy your birthday?” she asked, and I nodded. “What was the best part?”
“Dancing with you,” I answered as I watched the rain fall.
Yale lifted her head and looked at me with a confused expression. “We didn’t dance,” she replied.
“I’m speaking it into existence,” I replied with a laugh. “Now let’s make it happen.”
“Fine,” she sighed as if the thought of dancing annoyed her, but I could see the smile on her face that she was trying to hide.
We got up from the ground, and I immediately pulled her to me.
My arms around her waist and hers around my neck.
We slowly danced around the backyard, not caring about the song playing because we were lost in our own little world.
I rested my forehead against hers and smiled down at her.
She was worth all the shit I was doing and about to do.
Grant playing with her and fucking with Shelly this entire time would never sit right with me.
If he wanted Shelly and their children, he could have been with them; Yale would’ve been good.
Lightning clapped through the sky, and the rain went from a sprinkle to a downpour.
“You’re going to get sick if we stay out here,” I said as I lifted my head.
“You swear my immune system is bad,” she laughed.
“Cuz it is,” I replied, then lifted her off her feet.
“Wrap your legs around me.” Yale did what I asked, and I walked her back to the house.
Instead of going upstairs, I turned left out of the kitchen and walked to the sauna.
I noticed it turned on earlier while looking for Yale, so I knew it was at the ideal temperature by now.
I sat down on the first row instead of going to the second like I usually did, making sure that I left enough room behind me not to smash her legs.
“Now that you’ve had your dance, is your birthday wish list complete?” she asked with a smile. I rested the back of my head against the wall and shook it. “No?” Her brow went up in surprise. “What is left?”
I stared at Yale, trying to figure out if she was intentionally playing slow or if she didn’t realize how much she meant to me. I could’ve spent my birthday sitting right here the entire day as long as she was with me, and it would’ve been perfect because she was with me.
“I got one more thing I want,” I finally said.
“Okay,” she nodded. “Tell me so it can happen.”
My left hand went from her waist to around her throat, and my thumb brushed her bottom lip. I could feel her pulse start to race, and my dick immediately bricked up. I knew she could feel it because she bit into her bottom lip and her eyes got low.
“You,” I answered, then pulled her to me.
Our mouths crashed into each other, and she moaned.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth, savoring the cool, minty taste mixed with hints of fruit.
Our kiss was years of unfulfilled sexual tension and desire that was finally breaking free.
I let her neck go and reached between our bodies to push her panties to the side.
When the tip of my fingers touched bare skin, I pulled back to look at her. “Nothing?”
I pushed two fingers into her pussy, and Yale’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.
My thumb went to her clit, and I traced her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue.
Her wet dress clung to her body, and I licked my lips at the sight of her hard nipples.
Not thinking twice, I pulled my hand from her pussy and reached behind her to unzip her dress.
When I had the zipper all the way down, I gathered the material from around her waist, pulled it over her head, and threw it on the floor.
I sat back and took her in freely. I loved that Yale wasn’t a shy woman and boldly met my gaze, returning it.
“Stand up,” I instructed her. Yale tried to ease from my lap to stand on the floor, and I shook my head.
“Nah, stand the fuck up.” I lifted her by her waist to make her stand on the bench.
Her pussy was eye level, and I licked my lips.
“Put your foot on the second row.” Yale did what I asked, and I palmed her ass.
“Hold on to whatever you can.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I kissed the top of her pussy, then used the tip of my tongue to trace her lips.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and looked up to see Yale’s head thrown back.
Her hand went to my hair as I ate her pussy.
“Shit!” she hissed as she grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my face into her pussy.
Her hips started to move, and I gladly let her fuck my face as I continued to eat her pussy.
I moved my tongue faster against her clit, then used my hand to push two fingers into her pussy.
Her legs started to buckle, and I used my free hand to smack her ass. “Am.”
“Stand the fuck up,” I demanded, then smacked her ass again.
Yale looked down at me, and I kept my eyes locked on her as I circled my tongue against her clit.
She bit into her bottom lip, then gave me a sexy ass smile.
Yale used her free hand to palm her titty and pulled at her nipple.
My dick was so hard that it was hurting, but I needed her to nut before I slid into her walls.
“Be a good girl and cum for me, beautiful.” I sucked on her clit harder, and Yale’s eyes started to roll in the back of her head.
I could feel her pussy begin to spasm around my fingers, and I sucked harder.
“Am!” she whined, and I nodded without taking my eyes off her. I wanted to see her cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I got you,” I coached her. To ensure she was sturdy, I held onto her waist and then pulled her closer to my mouth.
The thought of pulling the nut out of her and drinking her juices made my dick start to leak with pre-cum.
I smacked her ass then kneaded the skin, loving the feel of it in my hand.
I nipped at her clit, and her legs started to shake.
I was over showing her mercy at this point and sucked on her clit so hard that I pulled the nut from her body.
She squirted all over my face, and I loved that shit.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy, unbuckled my pants, and pushed them and my boxer briefs down.
“Come here.” I moved Yale’s leg from the bench next to my head and guided her onto my dick.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she adjusted to my size. I had the length and girth that could fuck a woman up if I wasn’t careful. If I were a selfish nigga and I didn’t give a fuck about Yale, I would’ve just slammed her into my shit, but I wasn’t that nigga. I loved her too much ever to hurt her.