Page 6 of Search My Soul (Taylor Family Saga #3)

“I see your 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 the person 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.

“See, I gave you a chance to run shit, but you ain’t ready. Open up and let me in.” He decided to take matters into his own hands, pressing my thighs back and pushing through my walls. “Ahh, yeah. That’s it, mamas. I’m tryna dig in this pussy. You gon’ let me do that?”

My nails dug into his back as he attempted to fit more of himself in.

My moans were the only thing that could be heard as he rocked in and out.

I cried out loudly when he pushed the rest of the way in.

Tears fell down the sides of my face, dripping into my ear.

There was no time to be embarrassed because my body was convulsing from yet another orgasm.

I was lucky if I could cum once during sex, and here I was on the brink of insanity from cumming back to back.

“Ahh, shit.” Soul hissed, stopping mid-stroke. When he pulled out of me, I wanted to cry because I could literally feel his absence.

“What’s wrong?”

“The condom broke. I’ve got another pack downstairs in my bag. I’ll be right?—”

“No, no, no.” My head shook before the words came out of my mouth.

“What you mean no?” Soul questioned with a bit of humor in his tone.

“Do we really need the condom? I mean, it’s really far away.” I sounded like an addict tryna get a fix from her dealer, and I gave no fucks.

“Weren’t you the one saying safe sex was the best sex?”

“Yes, but we’re both clean, so technically we still are.” If I was in my right, sober mind, I probably wouldn’t have suggested it, but the liquor and his stroke game had my judgment going out the window.

“You sure about that? I don’t fuck raw, and I’m telling you now, if I end up with a burning dick, I’mma shoot your ass in the pussy.

I don’t play about my health.” The frown on his face made me laugh, even though I knew he was serious.

Instead of responding, I wrapped my legs back around his waist. He hesitated for a moment, which let me know that this wasn’t something he did often. When he re-entered me, we both gasped.

“Shit, this pussy is a death trap. I swear on Jesus and all His disciples, if you give me something I can’t get rid of, I’m tossin’ your ass in my trunk and feeding you to my dogs.

Gotdamn, it’s so fuckin’ wet. Fuck!” I didn’t know whether to laugh or moan because Soul was crazy as hell.

However, once his strokes grew more intense, I could barely think straight.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re takin’ this dick like it belongs to you,” he whispered against my lips. Soul’s lips were soft and addictive, and each time he kissed me, my heart rate went into overdrive. His kisses were filled with so much passion and desire.

“I need you to cum on my dick one more time, Juicy.”

“I-I can’t,” I whined. After four orgasms, I was certain my body wouldn’t be able to produce another one even if I wanted to.

“Yes you can, baby. I know you’ve got it in you. Let me feel you wet my dick up one more time. Don’t make me beg,” he whispered in my ear. I was expecting to be fucked rough and hard, but instead he had taken my body to heights I never knew were possible.

I’ve only had unprotected sex with one man, and the experience was nothing like this one. If I was the delusional type, I would have believed Soul loved me.

His tongue swirled around each of my nipples, making sure to show them equal attention.

I hated it whenever men tried to suck on them in the past because they never seemed to do it right.

It often felt like they were trying to bite them off instead.

Soul applied the right amount of pressure, and my body responded without any resistance.

“Damn, baby. I didn’t think it was possible for your pussy to get any wetter. You’re gonna fuck around and end up pregnant.” I kept my mouth shut because the way he was fucking me had me ready to offer up my uterus and anything else he wanted.

“Your nails are digging into my skin. You tryna mark your territory or something, Juicy baby?” Soul hovered over me with my feet planted on his chest. His dick plunged in and out of my wet center.

“Maybe I am,” I grunted, watching his thick pole glide deeper inside of me. It was covered in my essence, and the sight of it turned me on. When Soul saw where my attention was, a smirk appeared on his face. I hated a cocky ass dude, but Soul’s arrogance was sexy.

“That shit looks good, doesn’t it? You see the way this dick has your pussy creaming? This is my pussy now,” he grunted. He sped up his strokes, causing my whole body to tremble.

“Shit. Damn, you grippin’ my shit. Where you want me to nut at?” His hand gently stroked my neck before he applied a light pressure. My hands wrapped around his arm while my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my mouth hung open.

“Tell me where you want it, baby. Otherwise, I’mma nut all in this pretty pussy,” Soul warned.

I shivered, losing a bit of sanity when he stuck his index finger in my mouth. Naturally, I sucked and twirled my tongue around it.

“Mmm. You’re playing a dangerous game, my baby. Tell me what I need to know before we end up wearing Burberry in nine months.” I should have taken heed of his warning, but I remained quiet outside of my moans.

“Fuck! I’m about to—” Before he could finish his sentence, I pushed him back and then shoved his dick down my throat, as deep as it would go. I jacked the base until he unloaded every drop.

“Ahh, shit! Fuck. Ooh, shhhhhh.” I smirked from hearing Soul come undone while I swallowed every drop he had to offer. When he went limp in my hand, I removed his flaccid rod from my mouth, then placed a kiss on it. Cum rested in the corners of my mouth, so I licked the remnants of his essence.

“You are trouble,” he grumbled, climbing out of the bed.

I giggled because he had no idea. Soul swaggered to the bathroom with his elephant trunk smacking his thigh as he walked.

I expected him to close the door, but instead, he whipped out his dick and started pissing.

Since we were finished, I got up and picked up my clothes.

My plan was to take a shower as soon as I made it home, then head to bed.

I was exhausted, and I had to work again tomorrow night.

“Umm, where the hell do you think you’re going?” Soul washed his hands and then stepped into the room while I was putting on my bra.

“What do you mean?”

“You heard me. What are you getting dressed for?” I turned to face him because I didn’t understand the issue.

“Is this not the part where you tell me to be safe and call me an Uber? Isn’t that your thing?”

“Who told you that?” His brows furrowed, making me giggle again.

“Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Taylor. The girls say you fuck ’em and then send them on their way.

I was just trying to avoid the awkwardness of you having to kick me out.

I’m not the type to overstay my welcome.

Besides, I’m not the cuddling type.” I raised my shirt over my head, but he snatched it out of my hand.

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that shit.

Lay yo’ ass back down. Talking about you don’t cuddle.

You gon’ learn today.” He tossed my shirt across the room, then picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.

Soul placed me down on the counter and then turned the water on in the sink.

Once he filled it up to where he wanted it, he walked away to grab two towels from the linen closet.

My eyes focused on his muscles as he moved around the room.

I noticed him grab a bar of soap from the closet as well.

He lathered the towel, then proceeded to wash me up for the second time.

For obvious reasons, he didn’t take me for the aftercare type, but I guess I needed to stop judging him.

After we were both clean, we lay in bed, watching TV.

His fingers ran through my hair, and the feeling slowly lulled me to sleep.

Everything about this man was so different from what I originally thought, and it scared me.

I would enjoy tonight, but in the morning, I would be out of here before the sun came up.