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Ktober 2023 Day 21- Piercings

Angel Reyes x fem!reader

Word count- 1.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), exes to lovers, nipple play, cumming from nipple stimulation, multiple orgasms, fluff, reader has pierced nipples, no use of y/n

Notes- Angel is so much fun to write for! And even if the ending of Mayans was disappointing I still really miss him! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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It had been so long that you almost forgot what it felt like. The wind in your face, the roar of the motorcycle, the strong torso of Angel Reyes anchoring you as you wrapped your arms around him. There was a time when Angel took you for a ride every weekend, and you went to that special place and ravaged each other for hours before you laid under the stars. But, life got in the way, and you two were separated for some time.

But, now you were back together. And while things were different, some things stayed the same. And you smirked to yourself as you thought about some of the surprises you had in store for him.

“We’re here, baby,” Angel slowed the bike to a stop at the bridge.

You exhaled contently, “Just like old times,” you took his hand and let him lead you over to your spot.

Angel stopped and turned around, looking you up and down as if it were his first time seeing you, “Baby,” he cupped your face, “You look even hotter than last time I saw you.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you leaned into his touch, “So do you, Angel.”

Wasting no time, Angel pulled you in close and pressed his lips against yours. You moaned into you as you parted your lips and invited him in, tasting him for the first time in a long time. He gripped into your hips to yank you against him, as if he couldn’t get your close enough. The smell of his kutte mixed with his cologne was intoxicating, and it sent a pulse right to your core.

“Angel,” you murmured as he kissed his way down your neck, “I missed you.”

He only groaned as he bucked his hips against you, letting you feel how hard he was already. It was all the answer you needed. Angel bit down on the sensitive spot on your neck, licking a sucking before he kissed his way back up and took your lips once more.

Carefully, the two of you back up against the steel railing without breaking away. Angel glanced over a few times to make sure you wouldn’t step in the wrong place, and you trusted him enough to not need to look for yourself. You gasped when your back hit the cold rail, but Angel only deepened the kiss more as your mouth dropped open.

He groaned as he helped you up onto the rail, finding that perfect spot that had a long pole for you to lean against. It was an old bridge, but it was sturdy, and the spot Angel liked to place you had a wider base so you could be comfortable while he stood between your parted legs.

“Shit baby,” he murmured as his hands dipped under your shirt.

You let go of his temporarily so he could lift your shirt up over your head before you clawed at his own shirt, a silent plea for him to take it off. Angel broke away to shrug it off, and you couldn't help the gasp you let out at seeing his bare chest again. You know you were gawking at him as your eyes trailed across all his tattoos and his defined pecs, but at the same time, you couldn’t care less.

“Like what you see, querida?” Angel asked with a cocky smirk.

“Fuck yeah,” you breathed, too in awe to think of a more witty comeback.

You extended your arms for him and he gladly obliged. The two of you crashed your lips together, this time in a more heated and desperate kiss. Hand roamed all over the other, feeling and caressing every dip and curve in the other’s figure. Angel groaned as he reached the back of your bra and tried to unclasp it, but he got quickly frustrated and growled into you.

“Let me,” you giggled softly as you reached back and pinched your bra with one hand and let it fall into your lap.

This time, it was Angel’s turn to gawk. “Are those…” he cleared his throat as his eyes landed right on your breasts, “Are those new?” His cock involuntarily twitched in his pants.

“Like what you see?” you asked with a teasing grin as you shimmied your shoulders, letting your breasts swing as you did so.

What Angel hadn’t seen before was the new-ish piercings you had: both nipples. The metal from the jewelry twinkled in the setting sun, and Angel couldn’t rip his eyes away from them. He had always loved and worshiped your breasts, but this only made you even hotter.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Angel groaned as he grabbed onto your waist and dove into your breasts.

You buried your hands in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, licking and flicking at the jewelry. Your mouth dropped open to let the moans flow freely as he played with your piercing with his tongue. The sensations were more intensified due to the piercing, and it sent jolt and jolt of pleasure right to your pussy.

“Fuck! Angel!” you cried out as your mind swam in pleasure.

No one made you feel the way Angel did, and having the nipple piercings only added to it. You felt as if you could cum just from his tongue on your breast alone. But, just as you felt a tingle up your spine, he pulled away and looked at you with a glazed over expression.

“Shit baby you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed before he dipped back down and attacked your other breast.

One hand stayed in his hair while the other moved to his shoulder, gripping him hard and digging your nails into his skin. Angel didn’t care though, and it actually spurred him on more. He growled into your breast as he took as much of you into his mouth as he could, flicking and sucking at your nipple while he did so. His one hand kneaded your other breast, gently pinching your nipple piercing, while the other kept a firm grip on your hip to keep you in place.

Your cries echoed through the woods, but you didn’t care. Someone could walk in on you right now and you would tell Angel to keep going. His tongue felt so good on your breasts and his large hands kept you grounded and safe. You dropped your head back as your skin warmed while his tongue ran over your piercing over and over again.

That familiar feeling started to build from deep within you. You rocked your hips against Angel as much as you could, desperate for some friction against your pussy. He got the message right away, and while his lip still stayed on your breast, Angel bucked his clothed cock against your cunt, letting out a groan as he did so.

“Fuck… Angel…” you moaned, “I think I’m gonna cum…”

Angel stopped and broke away, a trail of spit connecting your bodies. He stared at you for a moment in awe, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. “Do it, baby,” his tone was low and dripped with lust, “Fucking cum just from be sucking your fucking gorgeous tits.”

With that, he dove back in, with time with more determination to make you cum. He rocked his hips against yours as he licked and sucked at your nipple, the jewelry rolling in between his lips. His hand squeezed your other breast, and he pinched your nipple a few times, savoring the screams you let out.

“Oh fuck… Angel… Fuck!” your legs trembled on either side of his body as you felt your climax quickly build. Your body felt hot as the sensations become almost overwhelming but in the best way possible. And with just a few more swipes of his tongue and thrusts of his hips, you came hard, “Angel!” you screamed his name as tears fell from your eyes.

Angel held onto you while he worked you through your orgasm. His cock screamed in agony, desperate for his own release, but he was too consumed with you to care. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to lick and kiss and suck everywhere you’d let him. He would make you cum a hundred times before he even thought about himself.

When you let out a whimper and tugged at his hair, Angel finally released your breast. He pulled back and the two of you just stared at each other for several mong moments. Neither of you said anything, you just breathed heavily.

Your gaze dropped down to Angel’s cock for a moment before you looked back up at him. Without a word, you reached for his zipper as you licked your lips involuntarily.

“Wait, baby,” he grabbed your wrist. When you gave him a questioning look, he murmured your name, “We have all night baby,” he purred as he cupped your face, “First, I want fuckin’ do that again.”

The moan you let out was the most sinful sound you had ever made in your life. And Angel spent the entire night raviging and worshiping your body until the sun rose. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off your nipple piercings, and it wasn’t until you came several times that he finally let you ride him until he came hard deep inside you.

Collapsing down onto the ground in exhaustion, the two of you panted hard. Sweat lined both your bodies, despite losing the warmth from the sun. Angel pulled you in close, wrapping his hard around you and holding you tight.

“That was a nice surprise, baby,” he murmured, “So fucking hot.”

You laughed softly, “You weren’t so bad yourself, Angel.” you teased, hiding how much you truly cared for him.

His hands roamed lazily across your body until they reached your breasts once more. He cupped them, rolling your piercing in his fingers, pulling a soft whimper from you.

“I can’t get enough of these, baby.”

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From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Seventeen.

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“Come on, honey. Let’s get you out of here.” Jodie told a trembling Lily, pulling her through the crowd. In the end, she had to heave her up into her arms and carry her, thanking the stars that through her relationship with EZ, she’d found a love of weights. And the ability to move her near 6ft, 180lb boyfriend when he was too drunk to function and get him into bed without much issue. “You’re alright, I’ve got you, sweetie. I’ve got you.” she continued, Lily beginning to sob hysterically as she clung to her, frightened out of her mind from how much seeing the man had triggered her.

Once back at her car, she got her inside and started the engine, stowing the gun away in the centre console and hitting the road, checking in with Lily often. By five minutes in, it was clear she’d gone into shutdown. Jodie sighed, sad to see it happen again when these moments were becoming much fewer and further between. She wasn’t surprised, though. Coming face to face with one of the men who’d beaten and raped her must have been too much for her to process. It was miraculous that she’d found her way back to Angel without completely breaking down.

It took a few moments of gently stroking her arm and talking to her softly to get her back again after they’d arrived, Lily jumping as she came around from it. “What?”

“EZ told me to get you back here, while they went after him. You’re fine, everything is okay,” Jodie explained, watching her friend let out a deep breath slowly. “Come on, let’s get you inside and get a vodka into you.” While Lily was being taken care of, so was the business of the man who had a hand in hurting her, being tailed discreetly by four bikes and a van after the guys had followed him to the parking section roped out at the carnival, gladly leaving alone. It bared mentioning that no one would stand in Angel’s way regardless, so it didn’t matter either way if he had a friend with him or not. It just made the task simpler that he didn’t.

Once the man had pulled up outside his abode, the guys drove straight past, Bishop killing his lights and ducking in behind the concealment of a large van, killing the engine and dismounting his bike quickly, seeing the man walking up his drive, none the wiser to being followed. He stopped, looking like he was sending a text, Bishop mindful to remember that. He could merely be acting cool and texting for backup, rather than loitering without a care in the world.

Angel, EZ and Coco arrived with him on foot, Hank turning at the top of the street and driving the van back down to park up a short distance from where they stood, Bishop about to propose his plan. That was, before witnessing a visibly enraged Angel grinding his teeth. “Hey, we’re here, we’ve got him. Calm down, you need to focus. We saw him arrive home alone, but we have no idea who’s inside that house or how many of ‘em there could be. I just saw him send a text, too. Might be nothing, or he could be onto us, calling for backup. Either way, you need to harness your anger just a little while longer, Angel. I know it’s killing you, but focus. Remain sharp. Your time to unleash is near, brother.”

He nodded, Bishop gripping his shoulder before pulling him into a fleeting hug. “Alright. Hank, Coco, you take the back. Angel, EZ, you guys up front with me. Let’s get this done.”

With their guns primed, they kept low, the light in the front room on but the rest of the house shrouded in darkness, Coco hopping the back gate and unbolting it to let Hank in, scanning around firstly for any signs of kids living in the house, toys or the like. Nothing. The backyard was unkempt, the back door looking like it’d pose no issue in being kicked through. Feeling his phone buzz, he answered. “Alright, we’re here.”

“On three.” Bishop instructed. On the three count, Hank threw his foot out against the door, just at the same time EZ did with the front, the men charging in. A shot was fired in the kitchen, Coco dodging the bullet and immediately hitting his assailant between the eyes, coming through and checking as he and Hank went, hearing a commotion in the front room.

“We ain’t got no beef with the Mayans, son!” one guy shouted, pointing his weapon at Bishop, Angel’s eyes and gun locked onto the man they’d followed, who had drawn his gun but remained seated on the couch.

“Lower your damned weapon,” Bishop advised.

“Fuck you!”

“Do it, and you don’t die. Look at my goddamned flash and recognise that on the street, you’re the flea to my pissed off lion.” The guy flitted his eyes over, realising then. Hmmm. Maybe antagonising the president of the Santo Padre charter of the Mayans MC wasn’t the best idea he could have had. Lowering his gun, he kept his eyes on Bishop, who gestured to the table. “Put it down. Now.” He did so, moving slowly, Angel supervising the second man doing the same, holding himself in check as his rage coiled tightly within him, like a vexed serpent. All he wanted to do was fly at him, bite down and flood him with the venom he’d been carrying for the last seven weeks.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?” the guy locking eyes with Bishop asked, who gave no reply at first, before his fist shot out and struck him straight in the nose. The second man made a move for his gun, Angel kicking him in the chest to halt his movement.

“That’s for referring to me as son, you disrespectful street urchin,” he began, eyeing him with distaste. “What I want is your guy on the couch there. Just him.”

He looked perplexed “Why? What did he do to y’all?”

“Raped my girlfriend.” Angel rumbled, his eyes not leaving the man, the other sucking a breath through his teeth.

“Nah, I ain’t buying that,” he scoffed.

Bishop’s eyebrows rose fleetingly. “Good, because I’m not fucking selling it, it’s a fact. She identified him.”

“Then the bitch is wrong, bro!” Bang. A bullet went straight through his skull a second later, courtesy of Angel, who’s patience was all but eroded to nothing. He expected a tirade from Bishop for letting his temper take over, but received nothing but a nod.

“I was about to do the same thing, we’ve no time for arguing. Let’s get him the fuck out of here.”

“Nah, man!” the man began, standing up. “I ain’t going nowhere with y’all.”

Angel glowered, smacking him in the side of his head with his gun, knocking him out in an instant. “Yeah, you are.” he muttered, Hank moving swiftly to throw him over his shoulder.

“Tie him up and get him back to the clubhouse. Let’s go.” The men moved swiftly back out again, scanning their surroundings. No curtains twitched, the quiet neighbourhood seemingly undisturbed by the sound of gunfire. In the area they were, it was a regular occurrence, though. They had that on their side, at least.

As he rode, Angel felt it swirling within him, all of the rage, the sadness, every last ounce of emotion he’d carried after Lily’s attack, burning though his guts, yet not quite reaching his mind. Up there, he was level, calm, had singular focus. He was almost on the home straight with it. All he needed was the name of the final man who’d hurt Lily, the last remaining alive of the two white guys, and by god, the scumbag being thrown around in the back of the van Hank drove would give it to him.

Once they arrived, Angel parked up and walked towards the clubhouse, turning to view Hank and Coco dragging the now awake man from the back of the van, putting him within their octagon cage, where he’d wait for his fate to be handed to him. As soon as he entered, he found Lily exactly where he’d expected he would, bundled up on Taza’s lap, looking wide eyed and shaky, Jodie leaning into their space to hold her hand.

“We got him,” he spoke softly, watching Lily straighten a little, nodding as she wiped her eyes. “You wanna come out and watch?”

She shook her head. “No. I’ll stay here with Jodie.” Shuffling from Taza’s lap, she stood up, wrapping Angel in a hug. “Is that alright?”

He took her face in his hands, kissing her forehead. “Yeah, of course, it is.” He then slid each of his rings from his fingers, giving them to her, removing the long pendant from around his neck too before stripping off from his kutte and shirt. He then offered forth another kiss, resting his forehead to hers, softly nuzzling her nose with his own. “I love you.”

She stroked his beard, kissing him again. “I love you, too. I’d tell you to be careful, but I know I don’t have to.”

Just at that moment, Hank entered, nodding at Angel. “He’s ready. Took these off of him.” Opening his hand, he revealed the gold jewellery the man had been wearing, plus a knife he’d carried on his belt. With that, the guys all filed out, leaving Lily to sit back down next to Jodie, sinking her drink before getting up to go and grab another, the clubhouse barmaid, Tonya passing the bottle across the bar to her with a nod and smile. Lily took it back to the table, as well as a beer for Jodie.

Meanwhile, Angel walked towards the black cage, the space illuminated by glow from the overhead floodlights, as well as a few of the firepits Coco had lit, dried wood burning ferociously with the assistance of whatever chemical accelerant he’d used permeating the air. The man within the iron structure looked as if he was defiant, but Angel saw it in his eyes, the fear, motioning to Bishop’s hand. His president passed over the cigarette he was smoking, Angel taking a few long pulls before handing it back, Bish grasping his shoulder.

“Make him suffer. You got all night, brother.”

Angel nodded, his eyes never leaving the man. “I will.”

He entered the cage, Creeper swinging it shut begin him, all the Mayans spread around the perimeter on the outside, watching as Angel walked towards him, his face calm, passive, but his eyes. God, the rage in his eyes.

“Hey man, look. You got the wrong guy! That chick with the tattoos, she your girl? I swear, I ain’t ever seen her before in my life before my boy starting talking about her Lucy portrait. You got the wrong guy, dog, I swear you do,” he began to explain.

“So, she’s a liar, is what you’re telling me?”

“No!”

“She identified you, all that gold shit you got in your mouth, she remembered it. From when you smiled and told her she was enjoying it, and that she was a dirty fucking slut, while you and your buddies held her down and fucking raped her. I want the name of the other guy. I know the other kid is dead, I know that already. You give up the identity of the third, and I’ll go easy on you. Refuse, and I swear, I’ll make it even harder than it has to be. Also, I want the name of whoever it was who paid you to do what you did to my girl.”

The guy backed away, Angel taking longer steps to close the distance, his eyes boring into the back of his head with the intensity of his stare. “I dunno what you’re talking about, I wasn’t... I didn’t...”

That was as far as he got before Angel’s fists connected with his mouth in quick succession. “I don’t like liars, nearly as much as I don’t like guys who stick their dick in women without their consent. Especially if that woman is mine.” His voice was quiet, words measured for the first part of his statement, but the last words, they were delivered in the angriest of growls, the rage swallowing him whole as he launched himself at the man, repeatedly raining blows into his face, his fists splitting skin, loosening teeth and shattering bones.

He attempted to fight back, Angel laughing darkly. “Oh, you want a piece of me, huh? Nah, homie. Ain’t happening.” He continued to rain brutality upon him, the guy eventually merely only attempting defence rather than attack, Angel like an enraged wild animal as he inflicted body blows upon him. In his mind, he saw his beloved, curled up on his lap in the immediate aftermath, all the nights he’d held her as she cried, her injuries, her heartbreak. He saw and felt it all as the need for retribution, for everything she’d suffered, surged up within him like a catatonic reckoning.

Grabbing him by his short dreadlocks, Angel ran his face straight into one of the support posts of the cage, Taza directly on the other side getting a great view of the man’s nose shattering, smirking as he lifted his chin. Hearing footsteps behind him, he waited, not turning, feeling a warm hand slip into his. He leaned down and placed a kiss atop Lily’s head, his hand tightening around hers. He did wonder, whether she’d eventually find her way out to them, to view it for herself.

Bishop flanked her, slipping an arm around her waist, Lily turning to kiss his cheek in appreciation of such, his supporting of her, turning her focus to the cage, watching Angel literally throwing the man around in there, like an angry wolf toying with its prey. Two huge punches to the head sent him onto the floor, his boot connecting with his stomach. Ruptured spleen, she’d guess. Then his chest. Broken ribs. Then his back. Bruised kidneys. He was systematically hitting all the spots she herself had taught him for maximum impact in a fight, going for internal organs as well as bones.

“Stop, man! C’mon, stop! Please!” the guy shouted, trying to defend himself on the floor, Angel kicking him onto his back before kneeling astride his chest, gripping his throat with one hand and punching him hard in the face with the other.

“Did you stop, when she begged you to?” He wasn’t met with an answer. More punches followed. “I said, did you fucking stop when she begged you to? Because she did, she fucking begged you to stop violating her, stop hurting her, and you didn’t!” he roared, punching him repeatedly. “Answer me, motherfucker!”

“No! No, I didn’t!”

“There! He finally admits it! He owns what the fuck he is, a low down, gutter crawling rapist.” He hauled him up by his neck, headbutting him, the guy groaning and tightening his eyes as he slumped back, Angel grasping his jaw. “I’ll give you the mercy of a bullet between the eyes and the fast death you by no means deserve, if you give me the names of the other two people involved.”

“I ain’t no snitch!”

Angel snorted, his lip curling into a sneer. “Have it your way.” Getting up, he continued to kick him, hauling him to his feet, striking him in the face and head over and over, the man spitting blood and teeth, his face utterly ruined as he staggered and fell against the side of the cage, Lily watching intently. As she witnessed it, the utter hellfire her boyfriend inflicted upon him, she knew in that moment that he’d never need to tell her again, how much he loved her. Of course, he would, but Lily would not forget the sight before her, not ever. It was right there in the bloodthirsty barbarity he handed to her attacker, not relenting, not ceasing. She saw his undying love right there in his venom.

“Give me the fucking names I’m looking for, or I keep you alive and in agony for as long as it fucking takes for you to spill.”

The guy wheezed, exhausted and in more pain than he’d ever comprehended, but still, he wouldn’t give it up. “I... ain’t... I ain’t a... snitch.”

Angel glowered, kicking his legs out from under him. “You will be.” His foot met his head, kicking him repeatedly, until he was disturbed.

“Angel,” his brother called from the other side of the cage, beckoning him before walking around to let himself in, taking a pair of pliers from his pocket. “If you keep going at him like that, he’ll die before you get a name out of him. Start yanking his teeth and fingernails out. He’ll soon talk.” Whereas Angel was quick to jump to bludgeoning, EZ had a darkness within him much more calculating, and in this instance, his elder brother was only too happy to use it.

Taking the pliers, he nodded, EZ returning such before exiting, Angel turning back to the man, hauling him by his jeans and turning him over, crouching over him, a boot pressed against his chest. He grasped his jaw, pushing his thumb into his cheek, forcing his mouth open. “Give me a fucking name.” He shook his head. “Alright.” Closing the pliers around one of his double teeth, he began to lever, the guy groaning in pain, that noise loudening until he was howling, Angel ripping the tooth from his gum.

“Tell me what I want to hear.” Nothing. He refused, Angel thinking he would have admired such fortitude, if he didn’t loathe the man as much as he did. Another tooth, the gold cracking as he ripped it from his gum to a screaming response, taking a third, too before grasping his hand.

“No... please, no,” he spluttered, coughing up the blood that was pooling at the back of his throat with a raspy bark.

“Tell me, and it ends.”

He took a deep breath, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes almost swollen shut from the repeated punches he’d endured. He couldn’t handle it any longer, croaking his reply in barely more than a whisper.

“What?” Angel questioned sharply, leaning closer.

“One guy,” he breathed, swallowing hard. “Same guy, paid us and took part. Johnny. Johnny Boswell. Wanted her hurt, wanted to hurt her, wanted our help.” Because he knew Lily had kicked his ass once, and could easily do it again. Angel had of course witnessed it shortly before meeting her for the first time, Johnny Boswell being the opponent she’d knocked out in thirty-three seconds. Apparently, he hadn’t taken that so well, to the point that he’d bided his time for almost eight months, before seeking the most sickening revenge on the woman who’d taken him down.

He would deal with that at a later time, though. For now, the man on the floor was his priority.

“I told you, please, let me live! Don’t kill me, man! Don’t!”

Angel hissed a sinister laugh. “You ain’t alive, motherfucker! You’re dead already. You died the moment you touched her.” He could have continued to beat down on him, but he’d done the worst... or, had he? Taking the knife from his belt, he opened it, stabbing him straight in the dick through his jeans, twisting the blade as he screamed in agony, tearing, making a mess of him where it hurt most, just like he had with Lily. He then continued to rain blows into his face, the guy groaning in pain.

“You said... you said you’d do it quick... if I told you...” he gasped, Angel grinning, kicking him straight in the balls, watching him crumple.

He smirked, towering over him. He was the one who was vulnerable now. “I lied.” he laughed, glowering at him. “That pain shooting though your dick, it’s making you wanna die now though, huh?” He nodded over at Lily then, turning the guy's head, pointing at her. “When you raped her, you hurt her so fucking badly, she wanted to die, too. You’re only gonna be in pain for a short while in comparison. She was in agony for weeks. She had nightmares, for weeks, still has ‘em now, too, and probably will long after you die. Don’t think in light of everything you did to her, I’ll make any of this easy for you.”

He straightened, putting his knife away, wiping his sweaty brow on the back of his forearm. “Yo, Bish. Can I get a smoke?” he requested, walking over. He unwrapped his arm from around Lily, pulling the pack from his pocket.

“You can.” Taking one out, he pushed it through the links, offering a light too, Angel wiping his hands before taking it, sweaty and blood streaked, beckoning for Lily with a curled finger.

“I love you, sweet pea.” He kissed her softly through one of the links, winking at her, Lily smiling as she felt something run through her that she hadn’t experienced in almost two months. The sight of him, all sweaty and blood streaked, with the blood of the man who had hurt her, it made a flash of arousal light her up on the inside. For the first time, she felt sexual longing, twisted as it might have been over what had stirred it.

“Nice work so far, Angel,” Taza commented with a nod, watching the man curling up into a ball, his mind seeing Lily in the same position as the memory flashed, remembering her lying there, terrified, traumatised. “You mind if I take a shot at him? Nothing fatal, that’s all on you, brother.”

Angel nodded, looking agreeable. “Have at it.” Taking the knife from his belt, Taza walked around the cage, letting himself in, approaching his target, looking down upon the man with complete contempt.

“If this was down to me, I would have done what my people before me did to those who drove us from our homelands, cut pieces off of you, burned you with hot coals, buried you up to your neck and let you die slowly. Still, there is something from them I feel you have earned.” Grasping a handful of his dreads, he brought the knife to his head and sliced, the man screaming as he was scalped, Taza ripping the skin away from his skull, throwing it aside. “You hurt my kid, and you suffer. No two ways about it.” He then swung a heavy boot straight into his face, adding to the multiple fractures Angel already inflicted.

At hearing Taza refer to her as his kid, Lily felt her heart swell with love, for if she had a father in this world, it wasn’t the unknown man who had gotten her mother pregnant, it was the tall Apache man who wiped his bloodied knife before pocketing it again, leaving the cage and walking back around to take her hand once more.

She let go, winding her arms around his waist instead, leaning to whisper in his ear. “Thanks, dad.”

He beamed at her, his eyes a little glassy, kissing her forehead. “You’re welcome.” Bishop heard the little exchange, nodding softly, smiling at the scene. It was a beautiful thing, to find family outside of the traditional unit, thinking to himself how blessed it was that through Lily finding Angel, she’d also found herself a father, too.

Once finished taking his time smoking, Angel continued to lay kicks and punches to his victim, watching him begin to falter more, the bleeding from his crotch and head now becoming severe enough that he’d likely die soon anyway. He pulled him to his feet, ready to hand him the final blow, removing his knife from the holder on his belt.

“I’m gonna watch it, watch the light fade from your eyes, just like I watched it go out in hers. See, the thing is, though, hers came back on, and all you have to look forward to is the darkness you deserve.” Pressing the blade of his knife against his throat, Angel tore it across his flesh without hesitation, his neck opening, a waterfall of blood surging free as he dropped him, crouching beside him, pushing until he was on his back.

He gasped and gurgled as his life’s force drained from him, the dark eyes of his murderer unflinching in their gaze, leaning forward as he spluttered. “I really, really hope it hurts.” He waited until he saw his chest still, his eyes fixed in the glaze of death, Angel standing, exhausted from it, covered in blood and sweat. Exiting the cage, Creeper whistled for him, holding a hosepipe and turning it on, Angel rinsing himself under the cold stream until the water ran clear, thanking him before he wiped his wet hands on his jeans, walking towards where Lily broke free from the group, running into his arms, jumping up to wrap herself around him.

“Thank you.” Her mouth met his in a deep kiss of love and gratitude, tears running down her cheeks. Nobody had ever loved her that much before, to protect her like that. Her man, he loved her enough to literally kill for her. That love, it was next level. “I love you, I love you so much, Angel.”

“I know, mamacita,” he replied softly, kissing her, nuzzling her face. “I love you, too. Ain’t nobody I’ve ever loved in my entire life, the way I love you.” As he held her, he could only hope that what he’d done, killing one of the men who had violated and hurt her so badly, would somehow go a way to repairing the damage they’d left behind. Even if it didn’t, in his mind, any man who could do that to a woman, who willingly would, for money or otherwise, didn’t deserve to live.

Needing to calm down from it, he went and dressed again once the warm heat of the night had dried him off, sitting outside the clubhouse on the step with Lily, just them alone, sipping a beer while smoking a cigarette, the nameless man’s body now disposed of, Gilly and Creeper driving it away to bury it deep in the desert, where he’d never be found.

“I take it he told you, who the other guys were?” Lily asked as she sat behind him, her hands softly massaging his shoulders through his shirt.

Angel sighed, taking one last drag on his cigarette before flicking it away. “He did. It was one guy. The third guy with them that night was the guy who paid them to do it to you.” He turned to her, taking her hand. “It was Johnny Boswell, the guy you KO’d back on the night we first met.”

She shook her head, looking completely befuddled, her features crumpling in anger before she was passive again, completely shocked. Angel could tell she was struggling with it, and she was. In her world, feuds got addressed in the octagon, fighters were sporting enough to concede defeat, get back up and prove themselves in their next match. They did not take it to the streets. They did not hire people to brutalise the person who beat them.

She’d met Angel almost nine months ago; she could barely believe Johnny had harboured that kind of grudge against her ever since. She’d heard on the grapevine that he’d been left feeling embarrassed about losing to a woman, but to go that far in the name of retribution?

“I can’t... I...” she floundered. “I can’t fucking believe he did this to me!” There it was, for the first time since the incident. Anger, rage, loathing, Lily getting up and beginning to pace, Angel letting her walk it off for a few moments as she muttered and mumbled, her hands flexing, fists balling before suddenly, she stopped, lifting her head to the night sky, screaming up into the dark. It was a scream of pure rage, the clubhouse door swinging open, EZ and Bishop standing there, looking confused.

“I just told her who the guy was, who paid for it to happen to her. Same guy who took part as well, a guy named Johnny Boswell, who she knocked out in her fight the first night I ever met her,” Angel explained when they looked at him for an answer.

“What the fuck?” Bishop whispered, running his hands through his hair. “Fucking gutless, sackless piece of shit. He paid for backup, because he knew he couldn’t take her down alone.”

“Exactly that,” EZ agreed, just as Lily suddenly stormed off, heading towards the side of his trailer. Angel and EZ followed, having a good idea where she was going, and what her intention was. Watching her, she approached the latter’s punchbag, recoiling her fists and beginning to punch the absolute hell out of it, raining blows upon the soft, black leather, punch after punch, adding kicks too while she growled with fury, Angel about to go and halt her before his brother did the very same to him, shaking his head.

“No, Angel. She needs this, let her vent. It’s the first time she’s been angry about what happened to her rather than dealing with pain and trauma. Let her get it out.”

“Yeah,” he began, pushing aside the need to protect her, even from her own emotions. “Yeah, you’re right.” He was silent for a few moments, lighting up a cigarette, watching as she vented it all, all of the pain, the shame, the sleepless nights, the nightmares, the anxiety, everything because of Johnny. “She’s remembering who she is. Remember right after it had happened, when I told you someone had torn her petals off?”

“I do,” EZ confirmed, “it was a profound analogy.”

“Well, I’d say that what we’re seeing right now is her petals growing back, but it ain’t.” He paused, taking another long drag on his cigarette. “That right there is the first Lily in the world ever to grow thorns.”

EZ nodded, both men standing there spectating, Lily eventually stripping her vest off, dripping with sweat as she continued to pound the bag, stopping after a further ten minutes, standing back and catching her breath, Angel going to her.

“Feeling better?” he asked, resting his hands upon her perspiration slick shoulders.

“A little.” She nodded, pursing her lips, something dark flashing through her eyes. “I’ll feel even better when I kill him.”

He nodded, pulling her into a hug. He knew then that he had to stand aside, for the final piece of healing to begin, she needed to be the one to hand Johhny Boswell his fate, and not him. He loved her enough to make that happen for her, too.

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dallianceangel · 11 days

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 💔😭

Here’s another drabble for you, a sad one at that. 💔

💔 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 💔

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Angel asks, feeling physically sick. He knew you and him had reached the end of the road ages ago, but he never imagined the man you’d leave him for would be a fellow Mayan.

“Yes,” you reply, warm tears streaming down your face.

You’re expecting Angel to launch at him, but all he does is turn around and storm out of the clubhouse.

“He’ll never forgive us,” You sigh, hearing him start up his bike before riding away.

Bishop pulls you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against yours.

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sonhosquebrados · 9 months

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He didn't deserve the ending he got! 💔

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imagininghim · 11 months

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Drunk Dialling

A/N: I have heard the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan so much on Tik Tok lately. Everytime I hear it I picture Ez, so of course I had to make a story about it.

I hope you enjoy!

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~~ Flashback ~~

"Swear Ez, it's always the same with you!" She screamed at me, continuing to throw her clothes in a suitcase.

"Mi amour, please we can talk about this!" I said taking ahold of her wrist in attempt to stop her from packing.

"No! It's always the same with you! Club this, Angel that! When is it gonna be me?" She said pulling her wrist from my grasp. I stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. With a sigh, she threw the last of her clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. "That's what I thought, goodbye Ezekiel." And with that, she picked up the suitcase and walked out the door.

I stayed there and watched her walk out, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

~~ End of flashback ~~

It was a regular Friday night at the club, we had been throwing another party. I was sitting at the bar alone, sipping on my fourth or fifth beer of the night when Angel approached me.

"When are you gonna stop sulking little bro? It's been a year, it's time to let her go." With a scoff, I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it. Signalling the prospect to bring me another as Angel let out a sigh.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just not in a party kind of mood." I said simply.

"You're never in the mood for anything anymore. When are you gonna go back to being your old self again?" I scoffed back at him before taking my beer off the bar and making my way through the crowd. Hearing angel call my name, I ignored it and continued out through the door.

When I got outside, I took a seat on top of the stairs before chugging the rest of my beer and throwing away the empty bottle, the sound of glass shattering in the distance. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and began scrolling through my camera roll and looking at all the pictures of her and I.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and Angel come out.

"You wanna talk about it?" He said, taking the seat beside me on the steps. With a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"I miss her." Staring straight ahead, I could feel Angel's eyes on me.

"I know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. It's been a year, it's time to move on! Fuck some other bitches and forget her!" I felt anger begin to boil up inside as I stood up and made my down the steps.

"You don't get it!" I snapped. With a sigh, Angel stood up and made his way down the steps and in front of me.

"What don't I get Ez? Huh?!" He snapped back poking at my chest. "It's been a year Ez, she's not coming back! You made your choice, it was her or the club and I know it hurts but you gotta let her fucking go. Ever since she left, all you've been doing is drowning your sorrows in a goddamn bottle instead of moving on!" Anger ran through my veins as I pushed against Angel.

"I can't! Why can't you get that?!" I screamed back at him. "It's not that fucking easy, I love her! Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see her face, I look for her everywhere I go! I didn't even try to stop her." I felt tears begin forming in my eyes, "I jus- I just let her go, I let her walk out." Angel stared at me in silence. "Why did I let her go?"

"Come on, let's go back inside and forget this." I shook my head before walking past him and over to the steps.

"You go on without me." I said taking a seat. "I'll be in later." Without taking another look at Angel, I heard him let out a sigh before making his way up the steps and back into the club.

As the door closed shut, I pulled out my phone and went into my contacts. Hauling up her contact, I hovered my finger over her number, contemplating on making that call.

Letting the alcohol speak for me, I pressed down on the screen before pulling the phone up to my ear and hearing it ring.

ring... ring... ring... "Hey you reached (Y/N), leave a message and I'll call you back!"

"... Uh, hey... It's Ez... I just wanted to say... I miss you." And with that I hung up the phone. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering if I was making a mistake leaving her a voicemail. Would she even listen to it? Or would she delete it and pretend I never called?

A million thought swirled around my head as I sat on the steps, the feeling of little wet droplets falling on my skin tore me away from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, standing up and getting ready to head back into the club when I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Flashed across my screen. I slid my finger across the screen, answering the call and placing it against my ear.

"Ez... I miss you too..."

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theycallmequeenie · 11 months

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Angel Reyes x Y/N

MasterList

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part Four:

A/N: Again, I just want to say that I am not Latinx and am completely winging this and in no way trying to disrespect anyone or anything in the Latinx culture. If I do get something wrong, please tell me and I will fix it right away. Now onto the next part of the story…

Things you should know about this part: Y/E/C = Your eye color. Also, we are pretending that bishop didn’t have a kid that he lost previously. Strong langue is used just a heads up on that.

That night Angel met his brothers in Templo and briefed them all on Y/N’s condition and what she and his pop’s had told them about what had happened and Coco and Gilly both agreed that they would start the recon work to try and find the guy that almost killed Y/N.

Bishop was at the head of the table and was clearly still angry that they had almost lost someone he had viewed as a daughter. This whole situation made him feel a level of fear he hadn’t in a long time. A fear he had thought he had buried. His life he had to bury all any and all emotions besides anger to survive in that world. This dredged all those emotions to the surface, and he was having a hard time concealing them and everyone was starting to notice. Bishop decided to end the gathering at this point and slammed the gavel adjourning them, asking Angel to stay behind for a talk.

Agreeing angel move closer to his Presidente speaking first, “Bish, I know this situation is bad, but she told me to come back here ant update you guys. She knew everyone would be worried about her and that I should be here because all she was going to be doing was sleeping. I did stay until she drifted off again…”

Angel had finally paused to take a breath when Bishop finally spoke up, “She told you to be here right? So, you are finally going to listen to her then?! We almost lost that girl! You understand that right?! That perfect, amazing, wonderful, Y/E/C eyed girl almost died thinking you stopped loving her and that she wasn’t welcome in this clubhouse. Or around her found family because of your bullshit! That changes now, understand?!”

Bishop was yelling at this point and Angel couldn’t blame him. He knew how awful he had been because of his jealousy, and he knew everyone knew that was what drove Y/N away. “Bish I never meant to push her away like that, I was afraid one of the guys or even you would take her from me. She was getting so close with everyone…” Angel was beating himself up over it now. He knew how ridiculous he was being then and how ridiculous he sounded now.

Bishop took this as his opportunity to really lay into Angel because he was so blinded by jealousy his couldn’t see the way things really were between everyone and Y/N, “You stupid son of a bitch! You’re seriously going to try that shit with me? You know how she looks at the rest of us? Like brothers! And they all love her like a little sister. And hell, she’s like a daughter to me.’’

Bishop slammed his fist on the table instead of into Angel’s face like he desperately wanted to, he was frustrated at the entire mess they were in. He sighed and tried to calm himself. Standing, he looked to Angel, “Now I’m going to go and sit with our girl so that she isn’t in that hospital room by herself. You go have your fun with the guys.”

With that he stomped out past Angel and out to his bike, starting it up and speeding off to Y/N’s bedside. Angel walked out of Templo and looked at the guys, who were all looking at him with an expression of ‘you screwed up big and every word Bishop said was right.’ No one needed to actually say it; however, it hung in the air like cigarette smoke.

Bishop arrived at the hospital and after some bribery, he made his way into Y/N’s room sitting down in the chair that Angel had previously occupied. He sat next to her and held her hand gently. He watched her happy that she was on the upswing and that, after quite a bit of healing and down time, she would be okay. He stayed all night, awake, and watching her ready to jump and run for a nurse at any sign of movement or distress. He couldn’t help the smile and tears that pricked his dark eyes when she opened hers and offered him a weak smile and greeted him with a soft ‘Hey you”.

He was grinning ear to ear and wiping the corners of his eyes as he spoke to her, “Hey Sweetheart. You scared the hell out of us.” He spoke quietly and brushed the hair out of her eyes. He was so stern and stoic all the time around everyone but her. With Y/n he could be real instead of the hardened soul he had become from years of the club and club business.

She smiled sadly back and apologized to him, “I’m sorry Bishop. But thank goodness for Coco. The nurses say if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t still be on this side of the dirt. Sure, am glad he’s got the training he has.”

Bishop nodded in agreement to Y/n’s words. He knew all too well if they hadn’t had Coco there, she’d be gone. A thought he did his best to shake out of his head. He gave a dry laugh, “Yeah, that’s a phrase uttered frequently…” He trailed off knowing she never cared for the way he’d harass Coco and the guys, and he didn’t want to upset her, not now.

After giving him a look noticing him trail off, she squeezed his hand, “They are moving me to a regular room today, if all goes to plan that is…” Y/n now trialed off knowing all too well that things could change in a heartbeat.

Bishop knew it too. He did his best to deflect and keep the subject light. He didn’t want her stressing over too much. Before he could change the subject though Y/n spoke again.

“Bishop, any word on who did this yet? I know it’s a little soon but…’’ She looked slightly hopeful that her boys had come through but when Bishop shook his head her heart sank slightly. He did tell her that Coco and Gilly were on it. This made her feel better knowing that those two wouldn’t sleep until they had found the shooter.

A nurse had come into the room and started taking Y/n’s vitals and doing other things that needed done asking what the relation was to the man in the room and Bishop spoke up before Y/n could saying that she was his daughter. Which caused Y/n to cry because that was something that had never been discussed between them it was just assumed that was the dynamic they had.

Y/n had never had a dad in her life, she barely had a mom. She had thought that Phillipe would be the only one to end up becoming a ‘bonus dad’ to her but Bishop also ended up in that role and to hear him say that proudly to the nurse was something she hadn’t expected from him.

The nurse started checking information and begave to try to question his statement only for Y/n to shut her down with a simple “I was adopted, and it was decided I was to keep my last name.” This seemed to satisfy the nurse and the subject was promptly dropped. The nurse said that the doctor would be in shortly to make the decision about moving her to a regular room.

The doctor came into the room about twenty minutes after the nurse had left and checked Y/n over and informed her that she was indeed well enough to be moved to a regular room and would most likely be sent home in another day or so but wouldn’t be able to be by herself for at least a week after.

Bishop told the doctor not to be worried about that, she would be with at least one person around the clock between his club and her boyfriend father she wasn’t being left out of anyone’s sight for quite some time. Most likely well beyond that week, which prompted both the doctor and Bishop to chuckle.

As the doctor started going over the things that would be necessary after she was sent home Bishop’s phone rang and he excused himself to take the call. Once he returned the Doctor finished up his speech and left. Bishop looked at Y/n and she knew.

Bishop spoke in s deadly serious tone, “That was Coco, they found him. Now here is the tricky part, who do you want to stay here with you while the rest of us go take care of this piece of shit?”

To Be Continued…

Part Five

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lcveblossomed · 16 days

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like for a starter from any of these new muses

sons of anarchy -

kerrianne telford-larkin fiona larkin naomi denvers - baker magnolia johnson - tattoo artist celeste telford - baker & legacy daughter

mayans mc -

johnny "coco" cruz leticia "letty" cruz josephine " josie" cruz - piano prodigy/escort antonia " toni" solis - surgical nicu nurse elena loza - strip club owner

#{{ starter call }}#mayans mc rp #sons of anarchy rp #indie rp #indie roleplay #(all ocs have bios linked in the post)#(and all are open for roleplays in other fandoms or in fandomless stuff too)#(specify if you want if not get one of my ocs <3 thank you)

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 2 years

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Characters: Coco Cruz

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Reader

Fandom: Coco Cruz, Mayans MC

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) Slapping, Biting, Hair pulling, Unprotected sex (Not Proofread)

Word Count: 1911

A/N: You guys this is my first time writing for Coco. I love him so much. I wrote this and I’m still in shock at how filthy this is. I’m giving you guys quite the treat. Enjoy!

As I layed on my bed posing my body in provocative ways. I had one thing on my mind. My ex Coco Cruz. We had broken up a few months ago due to him never having time for me. All he ever did was ride around for that club all day, never telling me what he was doing and hiding things from me. I got fed up and ended things with him and as much as it hurt it was the best decision to make but now after all these months I craved him. I tried dating other men, they never gave me the same feeling he did. They didn’t satisfy me the way I needed to be satisfied, not the way he did. The way my ring light illuminated the room with dim lighting I knew all the curves of my body were going to drive him crazy. Once I felt I had enough photos I chose my top three and clicked his contact on my phone. As I waited for him to answer I began to think he was really done with me. Just as I was about to hang up I heard his voice on the other end.

“Hello?” He said in a confused tone.

Hearing his voice again made all my old memories of him come rushing back and I realized I missed him more than I thought.

“Hi Coco it’s (Y/N).”

He was silent for a moment clearing his throat before he spoke again.

“You need something?”

“No. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“About?” He asked in a cold tone that I wasn't used to hearing from him.

“I know we haven’t spoken to each other since we broke up -”

“You mean when you broke up with me?”

I let out a long sigh knowing he was right.

“Yes. Since I broke up with you but…um..” I suddenly lost some of the nerve I had built up to this point.

“Look (Y/N) do you actually have something to say to me or did you call me just to waste my time? Cuz I got things I could be doing right now.”

I took a deep breath and sent him the photos quickly before I could change my mind. I knew they would express what I couldn’t. I wore a lacy black teddy that left very little to the imagination with sheer black thigh highs and matching pumps that made my legs look incredible. I wore my hair down the way he liked it and I knew the third picture would be his favorite the way he had a clear view of my ass.

“Check your text messages.”

I could hear him take the phone away from his ear to see what I had sent him.

“I know we're not together anymore and I don’t expect anything from you but I’m so turned on right now thinking about the things we used to do. The way you used to make me feel and I need you right now.”

“You need me?”

“Yes I need you, I want you and I know you want me too. Tell me you don’t want to be inside me again?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Are you home right now?”

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. My hands already wandering over my body.

“I’m on my way.”

I heard the engine of his bike pulling into my driveway not long after that. I almost forgot he knew where my spare key was as he came in and made his way up the stairs. I had planned to meet him at the door but I got carried away making myself feel good as I waited for him. When he opened the door to my bedroom he paused for a second seeing me on the bed with my legs spread, eyes closed, my teddy pulled to the side and my fingers deep inside my pussy. I opened my eyes watching him walk over to the bed slowly. I almost came when he touched my ankle, sliding his hand gently up my leg to my thigh gripping it firmly.

“Damn you really do need me don’t you baby?”

All I could do was nod. He held my wrist pulling my fingers out of me and putting them in his mouth. Before I could think my body surged up from the bed my hands tangled in his hair as I pulled him into a passionate kiss. I felt like I was on fire. No one made me feel as good as he did and I knew he was going to give me everything I needed. He pushed me back down onto the bed grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the edge before kneeling in between my legs and pushing my knees to my chest. I gasped feeling his tongue lick along my slit. My eyes rolled back and I arched off the bed. He latched onto my sensitive clit sucking gently then licked me from top to bottom. I was a mess as he continued that same rhythm never stopping even when my thighs started closing. He put his hands under my knees holding me in place. I moaned his name, feeling my orgasm approaching. The vibrations I felt on my clit as he growled took me over the edge and I started to cum hard all over his face. He didn’t stop until I was quivering uncontrollably.

I yelped when he bit my inner thigh before standing up, undoing his pants pushing them and his boxers down until his dick sprang free. My eyes widened at the sight of him. He was hard and I had forgotten how big he was. He held his length stroking it a few times. I bit my lip seeing the precum leak from the tip.

“Look at you. Is this what you need, baby?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Yes please.” I begged

He rubbed his tip against my clit drawing a mewl out of me. I rolled my hips urging him to put it where we both wanted it. He lined himself up with my entrance and slid inside me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. Once he was all the way in he stayed that way for a moment as if he were committing the feeling to his memory. When he was ready he began pumping in and out at a teasingly slow pace until I whined in frustration. He smirked mischievously.

“What’s the matter baby? This not enough for you? You want more?”

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I want more.”

“You can do better than that. Beg for it.”

I moaned. He knew I loved when he made me beg.

“Please give me more Daddy. I need it.”

With that he hammered into me making me gasp as he placed my ankles on his shoulders. He held onto my legs while he fucked me and I didn’t know what to do with myself. He felt so good inside me,hitting all my spots over and over again.

“You like that querida? Tell me how it feels.” He said in between strokes.

I reached up and caressed his stomach. I needed to touch him. His hair started sticking to him as sweat started forming on his body. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“It feels soo good baby. Don’t stop, please!”

He groaned, feeling me clench around him. Everything he did was sexy to me. I felt the coil in my stomach getting tighter with every stroke.

“I know you wanna cum baby. I can feel it. Go ahead and cum on this dick you needed so badly.”

I came instantly. He knew exactly what to say to make my body obey him. I moaned his name as I came, making him growl. I layed there trying to compose myself when he picked me up and placed me in the center of the bed. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face.

“Oh you thought I was done with you? No baby. Roll over and put that ass in the air for me.”

I did as I was told.

“You know I had to have you like this when I saw that picture you sent. Look at this sexy ass.”

He growled and gave my ass a slap. I moaned, arching my back for him.

“Yes, please spank me Daddy.”

“I know you like that baby. You're gonna be a good girl for me and take this dick again right?”

“Yes Daddy.”

He gave my ass a few more slaps before he pushed back inside me all at once causing me to cry out in pleasure and pain. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by our moans and groans. The grip he had on my hips was so tight I knew it would leave a mark but I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me to make me his again. I bit the sheets needing something to quiet my screams of pleasure. It was almost too much for me.

“Fuck baby you’re trying to make me cum the way you’re moaning for me? Let me hear it.”

He put a hand on my back pushing further into the mattress as he pounded into me.

“This the best dick you ever had, baby?” He asked taking the sheet out of my mouth.

“Yes!”

“You ever gonna leave me again?”

“No!”

His hand left my back to grab a fistfull of my hair pulling my head back towards him. His other hand slapped my ass.

“Say it.” He growled.

I was barely able to form coherent words at this point. It was all too good. He was even deeper inside me in this position. It took all I had to give him an answer.

“No, I'll never leave you again Coco!” I moaned

“You wanna come again don’t you baby?” He asked looking down at me

A nod was all I could muster and he knew it.

“You feel so good baby. You’re so fucking tight and wet for me. I’m gonna cum inside you. Cum with me baby.”

My eyes rolled back as my orgasm slammed into me. My pussy clenched around his dick, milking him until he came. I felt him throb and pulse inside me as his cum filled me up. He growled as he came. He never stopped pumping into me until we were both spent collapsing onto the bed. He pulled me in close, spooning me for a long while before he spoke again.

“I know you said you had no expectations but that was amazing and I can’t… no I don’t wanna think about you with another man. So if it's okay with you we can try this thing again. I promise I’ll do better this time.”

I smiled, feeling my heart warm. I was thinking the same thing. It's like he read my mind.

“I did say I would never leave you again didn’t I?

He chuckled and gave my shoulder a kiss.

“You better not.”

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