Page 6 of Search My Soul
“You sure ask a lot of questions. How do I know you aren’t with the FBI or some shit?” We both laughed this time.
“I might be. So what’s up with you? I’m about to slide to my spot and chill for the night. Are you tryna roll with me?”
“You tryna fuck?” I chuckled at how forward she was. She didn’t mince words, and neither did I.
“I don’t just fuck, baby. This dick is an experience. I’m simply asking if you want to take a ride for the night.”
“I can do that. I need to stop by the store, so I can grab some condoms.” My face frowned as she spoke.
“What do you need condoms for?”
“Safe sex is the best sex. Besides, you might have something that is incurable. You’re sexy and all, but there is nothing cute about a burning pussy.” All I could do was laugh because she reminded me of myself.
“What I meant is, I never leave home without my Magnums, baby. You’re gonna have to drive, though, because I rode with my homie.” I hadn’t planned on fucking anybody, so I wasn’t as prepared as I normally was. My condo downtown held a couple of my cars, so I would be good when we arrived.
“Let’s go. I hope you can back up all of your shit talking.” She winked at me. Little mama had no idea what she was in for.
“I seeyour ass is quiet now. Don’t tell me you’re chickening out,” Soul teased.
“I never back down from a challenge. I’m just checking my surroundings in case I need an exit plan.”
“Damn, it’s like that?” His hooded eyes were focused on me, and I couldn’t stop staring at him. I had never called a man pretty before, but Soul could easily pass for a model or actor. His toffee-colored skin tone was blemish-free, minus the scar above his eyebrow. It gave him a rugged edge. I was aware that he was tall, but as I stood in front of him, he towered over me. When he gripped the front of my jacket and brought our bodies together, I accidentally moaned. I loved that rough shit. Don’t be gentle with me.
“Why do you still have this shit on?” His husky voice sent tremors down my spine.
“Are you planning to fuck me right here in the living room?” Soul eyed me curiously, then without warning, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I squealed in surprise because no one had ever done this before. I won’t lie and pretend that I wasn’t impressed with the way he handled me. He may have been on the skinny side, but it was obvious that he was strong.
I assumed this wasn’t his main house based on it being so close to the club. He took me as the gated community type, so I was sure he owned multiple homes.
He immediately stripped out of his clothes, and it caught me off guard. I stood there staring as his dick swung between his thighs. When I glanced back up at him, a cocky smirk flashed across his face.
“I don’t know why you’re over there looking surprised like you thought my shit was gonna be small. Now hurry up and take those fuckin’ clothes off.” My breath hitched, but I wasn’t a punk. It might have been big, but I could take it. Instead of replying, I removed my clothes.
“Damn,” Soul groaned. A part of me was nervous, but then I remembered who I was and got into character. If this was going to be our first and last time together, I was gonna make sure he never forgot me.
“You’ve got a little drool on your lip,” I teased, switching past him with my booty bouncing like waves in the ocean. Soul shook his head, then headed toward the bathroom.
“I can already tell that you think this is a game. Well, let the games begin.”
We took a shower together, and I expected him to be all over me, but he wasn’t. He washed me up like we were in love. It caught me off guard because it was unfamiliar to me. The tenderness. The intimacy. All of it was out of character for theperson I assumed he was. I expected him to fuck me and send me on my way, but this felt different.
“Do you wash all of the bitches you fuck?” The question rolled off my tongue before I could even think it through.
“To be honest, I’ve never taken a shower with any bitch. Don’t overthink this shit. You were just bouncing your ass for an audience so I gotta make sure the pussy is clean before I put my mouth on it.” The serious expression on his face made me laugh. I always made sure to keep myself clean, but I wasn’t offended by his concerns. A lot of people had stereotypes and preconceived notions about dancers. Besides, I was more intrigued by the fact that he planned to put his mouth on me. I guess we were both full of surprises.
“Fuck!” My back arched like one of the people in the Exorcist movies. Soul wasted no time tossing me on the bed and burying his face between my thighs. My legs were trembling uncontrollably, and for a moment, I thought I was gonna pass out.
“Mmmm. Stop fucking movin’ so I can eat this pussy right.” Hearing Soul groan while he feasted on my pussy drove me over the edge. I expected him to be selfish and self-serving, but he catered to my body as if I meant something to him. His hands pressed down on my lower belly while his tongue swirled over my clit as he fingered me at the same time. One of my hands gripped the sheets while I used the other to stroke his hair. His waves were deep and only added to his sex appeal.
“Ahhh!” My body jerked as another orgasm ripped through my body. Soul never let up, and the feel of his tongue sliding in between my folds intensified the sensation brewing below. When he finally sat up, his goatee was soaked with my juices. The sight turned me on, so I raised up and licked his lips. My hand gripped the back of his neck and sucked on his bottom lip.He allowed me to take the lead for a moment before he pushed me back on the bed.
His hands roamed my body, and I squirmed under his touch. I’ve been naked around other men before, but not him. His eyes raked over my body as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it made me nervous. This was supposed to be about sex, but it was as if he was committing my curves to his memory.
I watched him tear open a condom with his teeth before sheathing himself. No wonder he carried his own because I doubt they carried condoms for elephant trunks at the gas station. Soul trailed kisses up my body until he reached my lips. I could feel him pressed against my opening, and it felt heavy.
He groaned. “Put it in.” Using his hand, he brought mine down until it was against his shaft. My hands were small in comparison to his, and I could barely wrap my hand around his length. I glanced up at him, and his eyes bore into mine with nothing but lust in them.
“Come on. Let me feel that pussy, baby.” His voice was deep and husky, making me even wetter. Following his instructions, I lined him up with my hole and attempted to let him inside. However, there was more resistance than I anticipated. The pressure was mixed with both pleasure and pain, and I halted for a moment.
