My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 57: Actin' Strange

☆Soul☆

Makin' her cum was the best damn thing I've ever witnessed. Makes me wanna rip her panties and shove my boxers down so I can bury myself to the hilt inside her.

As for the question, she's easy to read, I'm ninety-nine percent sure it was Jimmy. So I'll be teachin' him not to mess with my woman. I'll have to go easy on him for now, and not kick him out yet, but he's not gonna be a fuckin' Sinner. No way, no how.

I'm also gobsmacked she asked me for my word. I won't be givin' that lightly ever again. But it makes me angry enough that I end up bein' aggressive, and thankfully, she likes it. And I mean she really likes it. Which is why she cums so damn hard.

Feelin' her squeeze my fingers and convulses in my arms, while swallowing her cries of ecstasy, was unbelievable. It makes me want more of her. All of her.

Now, I need to get away from her before I do somethin' stupid. Like fuckin' her and claimin' her. So I walk out of the changin' room to see Sarra leanin' against the wall with a raised eyebrow.

"Is she in there?" She mouths to me.

"Obviously." I reply quietly, with a roll of my eyes. She knows damn well that's where my Tiny is.

"Ya made 'er yours yet? I've given ya ample opportunity. I di'n't realise the infamous Soul, couldn't close -" She mocks with a grin.

"Ha ha. I told ya not ta get involved. There are thang's at work 'ere ya just don't understand. Just know I'm workin' on it." I tell her as I lean against the wall. She shakes her head and walks into the changin' cubicle.

I stand there listenin' to them, and love how she sounds a little flustered still, especially when she makes out she didn't do anythin' she shouldn't, when my sister asked her about a dress! I do chuckle at that, then she starts goin' on about gettin' a lift and seein' Gus. Which annoys me.

As much as I wanna see him and tell him I'm done with his shit, I can't do that with Tiny there. It might get messy. But luckily my sister manages to dissuade her from that, by sayin' he's busy and doesn't have the time. Which isn't a complete lie. Then the curtain is pulled back, and she bumps into me.

"Shit! Sorry." She mutters.

"I'm not." I say with a smirk. But her eyes widen and flicker to Sarra. I'm about to ask why she reacted like that, when Sarra interrupts, makin' the silly comment about me bein' hard as bricks and Kyara havin' a concussion. Why won't she look at me?

Kyara even glares at her when she laughs and pats my chest. I feel like an idiot because my sister wasn't exaggeratin'. My Tiny likes her but also… doesn't and acts weird around her. I keep my smirk in place as I try to decipher it, but I just can't see why she would act that way toward her.

Then my sister, thinkin' she's funny, asks about the clothes I said I was goin' to try on. So I play along and add in a few double meanings to my words. I'm talkin' about clothes, but Tiny will know I'm referin' to her tight little pussy, her smart mouth, and well, all of her.

Then it's out to grab the groceries and head home. Which I'm very much lookin' forward to. When puttin' the shoppin' in the back, I keep knockin' into her and brushin' up against her, it's fun watchin' her get huffy. I like the feistiness it brings out in her.

Then it's time to get in the cage, and she tries not to sit next to me on the way back and asks Sarra to sit in the middle. Sarra has told me on multiple occasions that she acts strange toward her, and the more I see them together, I'm seeing more and more of it. And she's actin' like she doesn't want me, when I know she fuckin' does! That pisses me off to no end.