Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(24)

“That was fucking hot. Come here baby.” This man is going to be the death of me. He begins to lick from my collarbone up to my ear, as he is doing that he pushes into me. I throw my head back, getting lost in the feeling of his thick, large cock filling me; putting pressure on my g-spot with every thrust. I put my hands up to his neck, but he pulls them back down, wrapping them together and putting them over my head. Are we really doing the fifty shades of fucked up thing again? I don’t think much into it because I’m too busy lost in the feeling of this hot as fuck man rubbing his dick flush up against my pleasure spot, there is no better feeling in the world; and I’m completely obsessed with having sex with him.

He begins slowly pushing in, and pulling out of me. I look up to him making eye contact and the look hes giving me right at this very moment, has me feeling like maybe his lines are getting confused just as much as mine. Then I remind myself that this is just sex, this man is sexing me, not making love to me. A few deep thrusts later and I am coming all over again, seeing stars. Holy fuck Vicky, pull your sex in line. I kiss him while riding out my orgasm. I slowly push at him, making the impression that I want to be on top. He rolls over onto his back while I straddle him. He laughs, looking up at me. “What? Is this you trying to take back control, baby?” I slowly smirk at his comment.

“You will never know, sweetheart,” I say, quoting his comment from Sinsation. He laughs again before pulling my face down to his, and we kiss for what feels like ages. The kisses feel intimate too, or maybe that is just my female brain over thinking the situation. He makes his way down to my breasts, putting each of them in his mouth; licking them both while looking up at me. Holy fuck. I start to ride on his dick slowly as he lays back down, putting his hands on my hips. I pick up my pace, and when he moans I swear to god, it is the sexiest thing I have ever heard. I ride him hard, both of us dripping in sweat until we reach our climax; I feel his dick twitch inside me as I flop down onto him, catching my breath.

“Holy fuck,” I say to him against his chest. I feel his hands wrap around my body before he lays a kiss on my head. “I know.” And with that simple reply, he gave me a hint of hope. “Are you going to stay the night?” I ask, climbing off him and noticing we did not wear a condom again; it’s a good thing I am on the pill, but the fact that he did not ask should worry me, though. He gets up and throws his jeans on. “Not tonight babe,” he says while he pulls on his clothes. My face drops a little; when he notices he comes over to me, hooking a finger under my chin and tilting it up to face him. “Don’t pout, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I drop my lip, giving him puppy eyes and he laughs while throwing his head back, making me smile.

“You’re fucking sexy cute, you know that?” He says.

I stand up to wrap my hands around him. “Then why won’t you stay with me?”

He brings my hands back down, kissing them gently.

“Because Vicky, because you deserve better than me,” He kisses me one last time, then walks out the door, leaving me there speechless. What the fuck does he mean, “I deserve better than him”? The man is giving me whiplash with his mood swings. Nice Vicky, just go and quote Twilight why don’t you, I think, mentally face palming myself. Deciding I am over this long ass day, I get back into bed and close my eyes; making myself shitty at the fact that I will be starting back at school in less than ten hours. Great.





Good genes



I wake up so early that it’s still dark out. “Fuck.” Tossing over, I pick up my phone and see that is 4:08 in the morning, groaning because there is no way I’ll be able to get back to sleep now. I sit up in my bed just looking at my phone. Pulling out my headphones, I turn on Metallica’s “The Unforgiven” while I try to forget my growing feelings for this completely complicated man. After five minutes, I decide I cannot sit still and I need to text him.

Me: I don’t know if I can do this.



I drop my phone back down, listening intently to the music playing through my ears. Getting up, I make my way into the lounge to watch some crappy early morning TV; and not long after I had sat down, there is a knock on my door. Turning the TV onto mute, I get up to answer it.

I pull the door open to Blake standing there, leaning up against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets; freshly showered in jeans, a black t-shirt showing his defined muscles, his cut and black combat boots. “Hey,” I say shyly, because I was not expecting him to show up on my damn doorstep. “What do you mean; you ‘don’t know if you can do this’?” He looks at me with his mouth set into a straight line. “Come in,” I say, waving towards the inside of my apartment. He walks in and sits on the couch, spreading his legs out.