Page 13 of Love Sanctioned

My grin grew. “You gotta pull out because I’m not on anything,” I whined.

“I’ll think about it.”

I bit into my bottom lip and turned around, pressing my back along the dark colored tile.

I was lifted seconds later, back against the wall right before his tongue was stuffed down my throat, and he was so deep inside me it took everything in me not to scream.

He pulled his face back, glaring down at me like beating my insides up had somehow angered him. “Who do you belong to, Karsyn?’

“You Ps—” I started, but bit into my bottom lip. He hit me so deep I felt like I was being impaled.

“Who?” he demanded an answer with no mercy.

I pushed my face into his neck, a sloppy kiss followed before my teeth sank into his skin.

“Karsyn. Who?” He pounded harder. I just knew there would be a hole in this damn wall when we were finished.

“Youuu,” I moaned, holding on to him for dear life. “Only you.”

His lips mashed against mine, swallowing my moans as he held me in place, his assault on my lower half becoming rougher by the moment. God he felt so good, like a welcoming stretch every time he was between my legs. How the hell could I walk away from this?

My legs began to seize uncontrollably while pressure built in the pit of my stomach. I was losing it and he was helping me do so. He lowered his head, eyes locked on mine.

“I’m cumming.” I cried.

“Let that shit go. Show me you wetter than this fucking water.”

“Psy,” I moaned, feeling the pipes about to burst.

“Wet me up, Syn. Show me what my shit does only for me.”

And I did just that, seeing stars while he worked himself in and out of me, deeper every time, showing his ownership.

And hell nah he didn’t pull out.

“So, you’re saying you’re not buying him a car because of what?” I looked over at Posydiann for a logical answer rather than the look he kept giving me when I asked why buying a car for Junior was such a bad idea.

“’Cause he ain’t ready, Syn. He still puts on headphones to go out the door. He just ain’t on that wavelength.”

“But my question is, if you really want him to even be on that wavelength? You want him to be better than you and I know that because we’ve had this conversation a million times, right?”

He cut his eyes between me and the road. “He ain’t getting no car, Syn. He isn’t ready.”

I threw my hands up in surrender. “Not telling you to get him one. Just saying you should probably get a better argument because your reasoning is wack.”

Laughter spilled from his lips.

“You and Junior’s relationship is cute though, like he comes to you with his issues and feelings and you give him space to deal with them like a father should.” I smiled. I really did admire that about them, something I was wholeheartedly not used to given mine nor my brother’s relationship had ever been worth a real damn when it came to our father. Charles Curr didn’t believe in unconditional love or parental guidance. He was selfish and unbecoming.

He nodded, his massive hand sitting between my legs as he drove. We’d dropped Junior at school for a tutoring session, now we were headed God knows where. Knowing Psy, it was a food place. We were nine times out of ten about to try something somewhere neither of us had ever been. He had this spirit about him that made it completely impossible for him not to explore and experience new things. His Scorpio spirit was extremely inquisitive. What was crazy was that immediately drew me to him because he didn’t like the same old same old. He was from the wildest part of the city, but it never defined him. He lived there, but he didn’t stay there. He was different.

“How is your mama doing?” he asked randomly, breaking my thoughts.

“She’s good. Better.” I smiled, thinking back on my mother’s recent health scare that had me going out of my mind last year.

“That’s good. Are you still acting like I can’t meet her?”

I laughed. “Um no, I’m not. I didn’t know what we were and I didn’t want to overthink⁠—"