Thirty-Six
“I need to see you naked. You good with me taking these off?” I ask her and she nods her head. I drop down and yank her black boots off her feet before pulling off the rest of her clothes, and I can’t fucking believe what I’m seeing.
I stand up and catch her eyes as she slowly pulls her beanie off her head and holds it over her left shoulder.
She’s looking at me like she wants me to take it from her, and I know this means she’s giving me so much more than just her black hat; she’s letting me know she feels safe with me.
She’s handing me her trust, and my chest bursts open for my heart to fall into her lap.
I stuff her hat into the pocket of my sweats and tug on my nuts as she undoes her braid. She fans out her crazy long hair as it falls all around her frame, and she looks like a fucking goddess.
Her nipples are poking through the strands of black hair that reach her belly button, and my eyes drift down her naked body for the first time… she is fucking divine.
She’s the heat source in the room as the steam from the shower billows behind me and around us. The fog covers our reflections in the mirror, and I reach over and wipe my hand over the glass to bring her back into focus so I can continue to stare at her.
Because my girl looks hot as fuck like this, and I’m a hundred percent convinced that this demon is actually one of Hell’s Angels. And now she’s mine.
“I told you I don’t look like girls you fuck with,” I tell him, my warm shower fucking long forgotten as I stare at his face in the reflection of the mirror.
My body’s been through hell, and it’s full of scars, permanently bruised skin, and burn holes from loosies.
It’s not soft and pretty, and it won’t be smooth like silk, or whatever other shit he’s used to touching.
“You’re right, you don’t, you’re way fucking hotter than they are, Ed.” Ya, no, wey , I’m all rough and prickly. He’ll be able to tell that I was used and abused. He’ll see all but one of the X ’s that were branded into my fucking skin when I turned fifteen.
I didn’t have a sweet sixteen or a fucking quinceanera; I had my clothes ripped off in front of the OG’s, and they picked who got to fuck me into a woman.
Then they held me down and tatted X ’s between my tits, on the back of my neck, over my ass crack, and right above my pussy.
I fucking hate that they’re there, and I promised myself that I’m gonna get them covered one day.
That’s why I grow a bush; it can at least hide one for now.
No quiero verlo. I don’t want to see it.
“I’m being serious, cabrón .” His hand squeezes my waist, and I feel his fingers across my lower stomach. His pinkies graze through the hair I have there, and I suck in a breath.
“I am too, hermosa .” His other hand grabs my titty, and he starts to play with my overly sensitive nipple.
“I refuse to get fucking waxed down there ever again, just need to make that clear,” I tell him as his other hand gently rubs over my cunt. The abuelas used to take me. I fucking hated that shit.
“You don’t need to, this pussy’s perfect,” he assures me before spreading me apart. “I like that you're a la natural .” He’s so fucking stupid, and it makes me smile at him. And then I throw my head back into his lower chest when he drops the pad of his finger over my clit.
“ Aye, Hunter ,” I say, sighing, as his left arm holds me up while his right hand is between my thighs.
“Spread your legs for me, Ed,” he says while his finger circles over my hole.
I start to instinctively rub up on him like a cat.
“That’s it, hermosa ,” he says while slowly pushing his finger inside of me, “Good girl,” he dips his head and whispers into my ear, but it’s not loud enough.
I want him to fucking scream it into my face.
I want to feel as good as I can with him.
I want him to fuck all the good he has into me.
“?DIOSAS, WEY!” I cry out when he slides another finger in my pussy. I start to circle my hips as his thumb goes back to rubbing my clit. I can’t help it, he makes me want to move, like he’s unlocked some divine feminine rhythm deep inside of my motherfucking soul.
“You’re fucking soaked for me, Ed,” he says as I grind up on him. My ass rubs over the top of his sweatpant-covered thighs like I’m giving him a lap dance. “Your sexy fucking body is telling me how turned on you are, how much you like my hand on your pussy.”
I feel his hard cock sticking straight up against his diesel-ass stomach, and I sway back and forth.
His fingers lead me from the inside out, and my hips follow his flow.
The pressure and sensation feels so fucking good that this man has me in a trance again.
I have to grab onto his arm to avoid melting into the bathroom floor.
“This beautiful fucking body and this sweet little cunt was never theirs; they’ve always belonged to you.
” He changes our position and has me curled over his forearm as his fingers fuck me from behind.
I can hear how wet I am, and I know that he’s right, this pussy, she’s mine, she belongs to me, es mío .
I feel my body clench, and the ache hurts so deep inside that I feel a pang in the core of my soul.
“But this,” he adds while moving his hand from under my tit to covering my heart. “This is mine, Ed, tu corazón (your heart) , it belongs to me.” Es tuyo, es tuyo, soy tuyo. It's yours, it's yours, I'm yours.
“Aye, Hunter ,” I choke out, feeling like a sweaty hot mess from his touch and his words.
He’s got me on sensory fucking overload, and I feel flushed all over.
I know we’re standing in the middle of his bathroom, but I squeeze my eyes shut and see a bonfire that he’s set in the middle of a clearing inside of my secret forest.
“Fucking hell, Ed, do you see yourself?” My eyes are still closed, and I watch myself dance around the flames. My arms are above my head, and my hips twist as I spin around and around. “Open your eyes, baby.”
I do as I’m told, and I’m met with a look of pure fucking determination.
My mind’s eye watches him throw every horrible fucking memory and painful experience that I’ve ever had into the inferno.
It’s all that I can think about as his fingers rub a spot deep inside my guts as he replaces the bad with the good.
“Hunter… Diosas , wey ,” I call out for him and my goddesses when the walls I built to protect myself start to crack and crumble.
“I’ve got you, hermosa, let yourself go , ” he soothes, holding me to his big-ass body. “Come for me, Ed,” he commands, and the soul of my spirit listens.
“ Sí, papi, sí , (yes, baby, yes),” I cry out, and a wet, warm feeling floods my insides. I convulse in my man’s arms as my body constricts and my heart explodes all over him.
I fall limp against his flexed arm and catch my breath. “ No, mames, wey … that was…”
“That was the first period, little demon,” he states and stands us both up straight.
As I turn to face him, he drops his sweats, and I stare at him in tight black briefs.
He sees me staring at the thick head of his cock that's poking out of his waistband, and I feel my cheeks flush when I think about touching him.
“You ready for the second?” He says and sticks the two fingers that were just inside my pussy in his mouth, sucking them clean.
“What happens then?” I ask. He grins before spinning me around by my shoulders and picking me up until we're face-to-face.
“It’s when I feast on your juicy little cunt until you beg me to fuck you.” My slick pussy slides up his body, and the friction turns my clit into a greedy fucking girl. My legs wrap around his wide-ass torso as far as they can go as he turns us toward the steamy shower.
“And then during the third period…” He pauses to push the blue curtain to the side before stretching his hand into the water to check the temperature. My fingers find their spot around his neck, and I twist his hair and his chain as he steps us under the hot spray.
“What happens then?” I ask while tipping my head back. The warm water washes over my skin and wets my scalp before his thumb brings my face back to his.
His eyes are demanding my full attention. I blink away the water that’s caught on my lashes and breathe through the anticipation when his hand cups my cheek.
“That’s when I fuck you like a man who loves his woman, Ed, and I do, hermosa , I fucking love you.”