My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 41: Church

☆Soul☆

The club is still full of my brothers. Some are hangin' around with the DSW's, meanin' there's plenty a people fuckin' here and there, or other sexual activities.

It's normal for this time a night. There's always someone awake, even if It's late, and almost everyone else is passed out, or in their room fuckin', but I need this fuckin' list. So, I walk past a few people fuckin', and over ta WiFi's room and knock.

"WiFi!"

"I'm comin'." He yells through the door. He opens it, and I barge past him. "Fuck, Soul. What is it?"

"I need the list of all the Sinner's real names."

"It's fuckin' two in the mornin' can't this shit wait-"

"No. Tell ya what, though. I'll narrow it down for ya. I want the Austin Chapter list." I ordered. He huffs but taps some buttons in his cell, and my cell vibrates.

"I've sent it ta ya. Can ya fuck off now, I was busy." He tells me. Gesturin' to his bed. I look over to see a half-naked DSW starin' at me.

"Sorry. Thanks."

"Yeah, whateva." He slams his door shut be'ind me, and I run up to my room. I walk in with my cell to my face as I go through the list to find the name I'm lookin' for. Where is it!?

Here!

Hacker; real name… Zane.

"I fuckin' knew it." I growl to myself as I look up. It explains why Gus was angry when he came outta the store earlier. I mean, it can't be a coincidence, can it?

Wait a minute. No one is allowed in my room. It's off limits to everyone, so why does it look tidier? My bed is made, my dirty clothes pile is now a folded pile on the dresser, and all my kits are straightened and lookin' neat.

I'll ask tomorrow who's been in my room. I just need to confirm it now. Which I'll do tomorrow.

I also need to put the thoughts of him touchin' my Tiny, then fuckin' DSW'S behind her back, to the back of my mind. He ain't good enough for her. Fuck, neither am I, I ain't stupid. But she's mine.

Decidin' ta get some shut-eye as it's been one long ass, fuckin' day, I take my cut off and place it on the back of my chair, then I strip everythin' else off, lettin' it fall to the floor in a heap and crash into bed butt naked.

Damn! Why does my bed smell like her? Thinkin' of gorgeous brown eyes that I always get lost in, I'm instantly hard.

So grabbin' my cell, I get comfortable and pull the picture up. The one of her in my top on my bed that I took seven long weeks ago. Lookin' at it, I start pumpin' my cock.

Fuck, she's perfect. I imagine, I'm fuckin' her, makin' her tits bounce, as I pound into her so hard. I remember her moanin' when I kissed her and attach it to this image, and I'm already so close to shootin' my load, it's ridiculous!

With a few more pumps of my fist, I imaginin' her sayin' "Cum in me, Soul." Which has me hissin' and gruntin' as I cum on my hand and stomach.

Rollin' out of bed, so I don't get it on my beddin' I have a quick wash, and then I climb back into bed.

I'm layin' there for a minute before what i did hits me. I can't believe I just did that.

It's being here and actually seein' her, and kissin' her.

I'm makin' her mine. There's just somethin' about this woman that makes me wanna keep her. Demands it of me. For seven weeks, I've tried. I'm done. I just need to figure out a way around Gus and my word. There had to be a loophole. There has to be.