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Ooooh, I'm about to eat this right on up💖!!

“And the worst part is…I have to walk back in there tomorrow and smile like a good girl. Like I don’t wanna punch him in his fat froggy throat.”

The way this just made me damn near choke on my gum and cackle😆😂🤣!

“I mean, we could always go pay his ass a visit, you know. Talk to him about manners an’ shit.”

Did my kitty just pur!?

Unconsciously, her lips parted. She’d always seen him as sexy - an erotic curiosty. The walk, the lazy drawl in the way he spoke - it added a certain smoothness to the biker thing he had going on.

That walk tells me EVERYTHING I need to know🥵!

“Good. Maybe it’ll smooth out that big ass frown on yo fo’head.”

Oh! He got jokesss! You ain't funny, sir🙄😆!

Angel moved it aside and rocked forward to catch her lips in a soft press of a kiss. Sliding his free hand over her shoulder and up her neck to her jaw, he held her captive for another.

Dear. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

When he tilted his head, coming for her again, she was ready for more but his tongue only teased her parting lips before he suddenly let go and sat back.

The way I would've whimpered!

Taking a healthy toke, she rubbed her thumb over his lips, coaxing his mouth open. Raising an eyebrow at the lust-filled look on his face, she leaned down to slowly blow her smoke into his mouth.

Yes! Lawd, yes!

“I gotta fuckin’ feel you,” he whispered, goading her with bites and suckles. “Lemme feel you.”

Whatever you need, zaddy.

“Fuck yeah.” Angel stayed connected to her as she fell forward, urging her on. “That’s it, dulce. Let that shit go. Let it go.”

I need a moment after this one…*takes several deep breaths*.

There was no waiting any longer - he drew his hips back and snapped forward with a force that pushed a high cry out of Dani.

I just threw my phone down! Why are you doing this to me!? *whispers thank you.*

Daniella looked away, biting her thumbnail, thinking, “Everything I want is in my kitchen.” She hesitated, then added in a rush, “You coming?”

I love them😍🥰!

She held onto his cut while he fastened the chin strap.

Did I mention I love them!? Cause I do.

This smooth-talkin’, big-dih-walkin’, smartass makes my heart smile! I need more sissy! This was truly incredible💜.

Angel Reyes x Female OC one shot

18+ ONLY BLOG * 🚩MINORS GO AWAY!!🚩

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A/N: This is so random....I just missed my Angel.

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HAZE

Here we go.....

Angel sat on the delapitated couch outside the clubhouse, smoking and drinking with EZ, Coco, Gill…and Daniella. He took another long look at their unexpected company as she passed the blunt she was sharing with Coco back to him. They had all met her when she started working at the Silver Star auto parts shop. She was friendly, a little flirty - but it was her deep auburn curls and sly smile, not to mention the sassy mouth that paired so well with her flared hips, that kept Angel in particular coming back to test the waters. She had been to the clubhouse with her friends a few times before, but today she flew in solo with her work shirt still on and a deep scowl.

Daniella sighed feeling her anger transitioning into mellow. Twilight was moving through the last of its changing colors into night and the sun sinking was cooling off the desert air quickly - teasing them with a breeze that swirled into their corner of the porch every so often. The music from inside the clubhouse and the talk around her grew muffled as she welcomed the cloudy haze encompassing her brain. Dani didn’t know exactly what lead her course when she peeled out of the parking lot of her job. After her boss cussed her out yet again, this time in front of a customer, she picked her pride up off of the floor, gathered her things and drove mindlessly. It was no real surprise to her that she ended up where she knew she could have a brainless kind of good time. Now slumped down next to Angel, on the very couch she made fun of every time she came to the clubhouse, she blew another lazy stream of smoke into the air.

Angel blew cigarette smoke out over the top of his bottle before putting it to his lips, catching EZ’s questioning eyes. The brothers communicated silently with eyebrow lifts and nods while Coco and Gill distracted their visitor from her troubles with a random story of their own recklessness. She wasn’t laughing but her smile had made an appearance and it seemed they were quieting the storm that was brewing within her when she first arrived.

Mid story Coco’s eyes lit up with amusement, “Damn, girl you tryin’ ta get every last bit outta that shit!”

“Damn right.” Holding the sliver of a blunt with her black laquered fingernails, she extended her neck without an ounce of shame, drawing hard enough on it for him to see the red glow actually hit her nail.

With a yelp she dropped it on the porch floor, checking the condition of her nail while Angel stretched a long leg over to grind it out with his boot. She dropped her head back and let the smoke billow out of the sides of her mouth on its own, eventually blowing out the last of it and closing her eyes.

Dani now wore a softer version of the frown she had arrived with and EZ was relieved to see it. “You should come inside a while.”

“Nope.” She wrapped her arms around herself, “I’m good right here. Plotting my revenge.”

EZ’s eyes crinkled on the sides and his Adam’s apple dipped in a silent chuckle, “Was it that bad?”

Daniella’s eyes flew open and she sat up, “Yes! The absolute fucking worst…ugh!” Quickly filling them in on her boss’ behavior, she felt the frustration of her day mounting inside of her all over again. “I wanna quit, you know? Just like fuck it…but I can’t. I need the job but I deserve better than that shit. He’s such an asshole!” With arms fully extened, she flipped off the sky with both hands, then let them flop back down at ther sides. Groaning, she scrunched her face in disgust, “And the worst part is…I have to walk back in there tomorrow and smile like a good girl. Like I don’t wanna punch him in his fat froggy throat.”

“Pssh…fuck him then.” Angel’s voice rolled out low and menacing enough to make her look at him. He stared back, his eyes never wavering from hers. With a shoulder shrug, he leaned a little more forward into her space, dropping his voice into a lower register. “I mean, we could always go pay his ass a visit, you know. Talk to him about manners an’ shit.”

Confused by the intensity of his expression, Dani gave him a single chuckle. Angel raised his eyebrows slightly in a silent invitation to accept his offer. She quickly looked around at the others and there was not a smile among them, making her swallow hard. No matter how much her boss deserved a good humbling, she wasn’t trying to sic a pack of Mayans on him. Turning back to Angel, his eyes were locked in on her face. His thick eyebrows were furrowed together and his normally expressive brown eyes were hard. Unconsciously, her lips parted. She’d always seen him as sexy - an erotic curiosty. The walk, the lazy drawl in the way he spoke - it added a certain smoothness to the biker thing he had going on. But then he was always smiling and cracking on somebody, too. In her head somehow, his playfulness had cancelled out the tattoos, the cut, the knife on his hip and the gun at his back. The depth of his brown eyes made it so no alarms went off when she saw bruises and bloody scrapes on his face or the bridge of his nose all swollen. Despite what the Mayans stood for, he was too pretty to really be a devil…right?

For the first time since he strolled into the shop, with his perfcet hair and rolled up sleeves, she saw him as someone who could be dangerous. She couldn’t look away. Instead of feeling repelled, that realization mixed with the weed in her system was ringing the dinner bell in her brain. Then he broke the spell by wiggling his eyebrows at her. His face lit up in a rouguish smile as they all burst out laughing at her.

“Angel!” she squeaked, laughing. “I swear to god!”

“Hey!” Angel chuckled shielding himself from her slaps to his arm. “Damn Dani! Relaaax!”

Granted, it was her first laugh that week but she couldn’t let them get away with it. Lunging forward, she took a swipe at Coco who jerked out of the way. With a glare at Gilly and EZ who were safely out of reach, she flicked her hand in annoyance. “Forget all y’all!”

Bishop sticking his head out interrupted their lighthearted moment. EZ immediately stood up straight, nodded once and went inside behind him.

Still smiling, Angel asked, “Wanna go inside? Get a drink?”

Dani shook her head no, “What I want is to smoke some more. Coco, you holding anything I can buy off you?”

Digging in his front shirt pocket he pulled out a fat joint and tucked it right back in. “Nah.”

“Cocooooo,” Dani whined, scooting her butt to the edge of the couch to be able to lean back enough to dig in the pocket of her jeans for money.

“Naaah, it’s my last one.”

Unfolding it, she held it up, “I got 20. C’mon, Coco. I need--.”

Coco had plucked the bill from her fingers with a crooked grin before she even started to plead her case. “Pleasure doin’ business witchu, mamas.”

Dani did a happy dance in her seat as Coco handed it over. Heading inside with Gill for drinks he threw a questioning look to Angel, who shook his head in the negative wanting to stay put. Seeing Daniella start to dig in another pocket, he held his lighter out, cupping his hand to block the swirling breeze, flicking it to life. After doing another little shimmy of joy, she leaned forward to light up.

“Happy now?” Angel asked.

Leaning back, she held her first long drag in, sinking into the cushions with a low hum of appreciation. Angel snorted at her performance. Twisting his whole body to face her, he waved his ringed finger in front of her face. “Good. Maybe it’ll smooth out that big ass frown on yo fo’head.”

Dani’s eyes widened and she choked, smacking his finger away. Coughing, she sputtered out smoke, gasping for air. “Fuck you,” she croaked.

Entertained by her annoyance and watering eyes, Angel’s smile was mischievious “I’m just sayin’ you gotta watch out for those lines an’ shit. Be out here lookin’ like some old ass lady.”

“Boy!”

“¡Calmate!” Angel chuckled low, blocking her next swat at him. “Damn! Try to be nice to some people, give them some fuckin’ advice…”.

Giggling and coughing she settled back into the dilapitated sofa. “I h-hate you so much.”

Pleased with himself to have gotten another laugh out of her, Angel slumped down mirroring her position on the couch, nudging her with his shoulder. Nudging him back, she brought her hand down on his leg and he couldn’t help but notice how far inside his thigh it was. The second his mind began to question it, EZ came out again with his face set in concentration and she moved it away. Slipping on a black hoodie instead of the red one he normally wore, he put his cut back on over it.

Angel frowned as EZ put his riding gloves on. With a head jerk up, he asked, “What’s up?”

“Something for Bish.”

They exchanged looks and Dani noticed Angel didn’t ask if he wanted him to go along. If he had any opinions about how close she and Angel were sitting he kept them to himself. With a nod for goodbye, EZ crossed the yard and mounted his bike. From the porch, they both silently watched until his tail light disappeared out the gate. Exhaling into the night sky, Dani held out her potent stress reliever to Angel and he took it. She watched the way he held it between his thumb and forefinger. How his eyelids dipped putting those beautiful, dark eyelashes on display, the way his cheeks hollowed just enough to make her take notice of the perfect line of his beard. The chemicals racing through her system opened her mouth before her brain could catch up.

“We could always get outta here, too.”

“Pssh!” He avoided her eyes, handing it back. “You better slow down on this shit.”

“What?” she mocked him playfully. “You scared of me, Reyes?”

Angel smirked his mouth up and let out a hiss of disbelief, “Ain’t nobody ‘round here scared of you, Danielita.”

Taking a long drag she held it in, letting Coco’s powerful herbal blend blur the edges of the lights and muffle the raucous voices and guitar-driven music coming from inside the clubhouse even more. Releasing the smoke from her lungs, she smiled softly, “You are.”

“What?”

“Scared of me.”

“Pssh! Shut the fuck up, yo.”

Adjusting her position to face him, she looked him over. Something in her was enjoying provoking him. “I mean, I ain’t afraid to leave with you.”

“Yeah?” Angel turned his body square with hers. His arm resting along the top of the couch allowed his fingertips to brush her shoulder. He toyed with a lock of her hair and studied her face. Breaking eye contact, he wet his lips. “Maybe you should be.”

Dani quickly realized that talking reckless was much easier to do when she was blowing smoke up to the sky. Choosing to look Angel in the face was heating up her neck and drying out her throat. While the sounds around them were dulled, the smell of him was intensified: sunshine and sharp citrus mixed with cold clear waters with a warm bottom layer of sweet wood smoke. The darkened corner of the porch made the scant bit of space between them feel more intimate. Dangerous indeed. Her brain may have sent the message but she wasn’t listening to the warning. Instead she welcomed back the tingling that had started earlier - feeling it spread decadent warmth through her body, building itself into a pulse point between her legs. He was absentmindedly tracing swirls over her knee with a single finger and it shot sparks up her thigh through her veins, waking up the curiosity she had held for him since they first met.

Silently, she held up the joint between them, offering it again. Angel reached for it but she pulled back her hand a little. Watching her expression change from challenging to teasing, his cheeks rose in a one-sided lift of his mouth. Rolling his eyes he reached further, pressing his lips together on an amused smile, shaking his head as she pulled it back again. She bit her bottom lip to smother the grin blossoming on her face before finally giving it to him.

Okay…that’s how you wanna play?

Angel put it to his lips still watching her expression. As he drew in a lazy lungful, his eyes flickered an enticing and unsettling heat. Changing the game, he held the joint between his middle and forefinger, presenting it just inches from her lips. His tongue appeared as he slowly wet his top lip and she mirrored his action. Leaning forward more, she almost made contact when Angel moved it aside and rocked forward to catch her lips in a soft press of a kiss. Sliding his free hand over her shoulder and up her neck to her jaw, he held her captive for another. She expected him to be rough, maybe greedy but this was silk - an intoxicating caress. When he tilted his head, coming for her again, she was ready for more but his tongue only teased her parting lips before he suddenly let go and sat back.

Blinking away the buzz in her head that his kiss created, Dani took a deep breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. Murmuring low, she pressed her lips down on the beginnings of a sultry smile. “You aint slick, Reyes.”

“Pssh.” Feeling triumphant, Angel stretched, leaning back into the couch again, “Wasn’t tryin’ to be.”

Danielle squinted at his smug expression, torn between smacking him one in the chest and climbing up into his lap to finish what he started. After a moment, she spoke, “Gimmie.”

Without turning his head, Angel held out her joint. Dani took it and let her body decide her next course of action. He looked surprised when she manuvered herself up to straddle his lap but his hands found her hips immediately. He watched her settle down onto his lap through half-lidded eyes, letting her lead. Taking a healthy toke, she rubbed her thumb over his lips, coaxing his mouth open. Raising an eyebrow at the lust-filled look on his face, she leaned down to slowly blow her smoke into his mouth. Staring into her eyes he held it in, then blew it back out. His hands remained where they were gently squeezing her off and on while he waited on her next move - letting the simple act relay his desire for more to happen. As his eyes softened more, drawing her in - Dani felt like she was sinking into a deep, dark space. Dropping her head down even more she kissed him. His hands slid up her back as she lapped her tongue over his lip, urgently dipping into his mouth to swirl with his. As she pulled away, he rose up chasing her mouth. Planting a hand in his chest, she studied his face while his hands slid back to her hips. She licked her lips, he tasted like smoke and traces of mint chapstick.

His raised eyebrows crinkled his forehead. “What was that, huh?”

Pushing on his chest, she climbed off of him to sit back in her spot on the couch. With a tiny smile of innocence, she answered, “I don’t know what you're talking about.

“Pssh,” he chuckled from deep in his chest. “No?”

“Nope.”

As she sat smoking, blowing her smoke into the night sky, she could feel him looking at her. The two minutes that passed before he spoke seemed like much longer.

“Okay.”

Dani’s eyes fluttered open when Angel’s hand brushed the side of her thigh. It was nothing much, just a knuckle or two, but the amount of pressure he used left no question in her mind that he was doing it on purpose. The tingling sensation he created skittered uninvited up her leg to her core. Then he switched to palming the top of her thigh, dragging his entire hand slowly down her leg to her knee and back up again. Angel enjoyed how she tried not to show that she felt anything but his palm absorbed the way her body stiffened then melted under his touch. She had closed her heavy eyelids again, not wanting to encourage him but also not wanting him to stop.

Clearing his throat, he sat forward with his hands on his thighs, “Alright…let’s go.”

Watching him get up, Dani didn’t move. Was he playing with her? Standing in front of her, Angel rolled his shoulders back, adjusting his cut. Looking down at her he smirked at the sudden uncertainty he saw there, reminding her that she was the one that started it all. “You said you wanted to leave. Then get on yo feet, Daniella.”

She didn’t have much of her joint left but her thoughts on Angel were clear - she wanted him. As she got up, he had already ambled down the stairs, and was walking backwards with a taunting smile, heading toward his bike parked under the awning.

“Angel?” Dani wobbled down the stairs, calling out to him. “Angel, wait.”

He paused, tucking his thumbs in his cut pockets, “Naw, dulce…you talked all that shit an’ now you--”.

“I just wanna check something.” Dani dropped the last of her joint in the dirt and tugged him down for a kiss Angel responded to with real hunger this time. Snatching her closer by her waist, he bent her slightly backwards with his aggression. She felt like her fingers were made for digging in his hair and feeling his shudder when she scraped her nails over his scalp made her want to do more. Made her need to do more.

Breaking the kiss with a firm push on his chest, she tried to steady her breathing. “Okay…I just needed to make sure that wasn’t a fluke back there.”

“Aw,” he chuckled low and dirty. “Fuck you.”

She didn’t see the next kiss coming but he made sure she felt in all the way to her toes. Sliding his hand up her side and across her breast, his palm found her raised nipple through her work shirt’s cheap material. Opening his mouth wider in response to the soft sound she made, he reveled in the velvet of her tongue slip-sliding with his. But her hands diving under his cut, digging into his back started a stirring behind his zipper that made him pull back.

“So,” he rumbled low. “How was that, princesa?”

Looking up into his eyes, Dani stroked down his back to wrap her arms around his waist. Wetting her still tingling lips, she answered, “Good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

Pulling him down for another kiss, she forgot all about the men in the clubhouse that could come out at any time. She forgot the troublesome day that got her there. All her brain could process was the feel of him and the taste of him while he sucked her tongue rhythmically, drawing an unrestrained moan out of her that sent a tremor up his back. Her hands began to search him, fulfilling her own need for more - one dragging a path up his chest to the back of his neck and the other trailing low, liking what she found there. Angel groaned down her throat as she caressed his growing hardness through his jeans. Encouraged, she gave him a squeeze that took his breath away.

“Mmmm, Angel?” she murmured against his lips. “Who’s place is closer? Yours or mine?”

How the fuck would I know? Pulling away failed to clear his arousal-clouded brain and he blurted his first thought. “EZ’s.”

Without waiting for an answer, Angel grabbed her hand. Abandoning his bike and the plan to leave, they rushed to EZ’s trailer. Opening the door, he pushed her up the steps in front of him into the dark interior and as soon as he locked the door she was on him. He bent down to capture the fullness of her kiss, while shrugging off his cut and backing her into the tiny kitchen area. He fought to keep hold of her while he peeled out of his layered shirts, melting from the heat of her hands running over his bare chest and stomach. Spinning her around to face the counter, he lifted her hair to kiss and bite the back of her neck. She immediately reached back for him, tilting her head to the side to give him more access to the taut tendon at the curve between her neck and shoulder.

“You taste so fuckin’ good.” His rumbled words vibrated on her skin, swirling around her ears like a separate entity, stoking up her arousal all on their own.

The weed in Dani’s system did more than lower her inhibitions. It mystified her nervous system, intensifying every sensation. In the haze, she felt like Angel had more than two hands, like his lips and teeth and tongue were created superior to any other man’s. Gooseflesh broke out everywhere he touched her. It was overwhelming and confusing - but she wanted more of it. The little bit of weed Angel had consumed created a low hum in him, making him want something past his own pleasure. Making him greedy for her - her reactions, her sounds. He lifted her shirt up to her neck, running his hands up her back and over her torso before roughly snatching it off to cup and squeeze her breasts. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he slipped his other hand inside her the top of her bra cup, reaquainting himself with her sensitive nipples. Hearing her gasping reaction to the bump of his fingers flitting across her hard nubs propelled his arousal even higher. Daniella was lost in it - in him. While Angel’s hands were rough, there was something soft in the way he was mouthing and tonguing the back of her neck and shoulder. Unfastening the clasp, he held her breasts in his palms and she arched into them inviting him to play. Him tugging and lightly twisting her crinkled peaks had her reaching up to grab a fist full of his hair. Her moaning his name so sweetly while her other hand was devilishly climbing his leg seeking the erection he was grinding into her back, was an intoxicating contradiction.

Turning her around to face him, he devoured her mouth all over again. Breaking the kiss he was grateful for the scant light coming in from the yard through the trailer’s dusty window. His eyes swept over her body in the shadows, taking her beauty in quickly before returning to his lips to hers. Fumbling at the button on her jeans, he groaned down her throat when it popped loose.

“Angel,” she breathed hot onto his chest, kissing his tattooed skin, biting the tight muscle. His head flopped back as her hands tugged his pants open.

“Daaaamn…Danita, baby.” he whispered as her teeth and tongue found his nipple. Angel was torn between gripping her head while her exploration of him traveled lower or making her scream. He chose the latter. “Hold up,” he panted. “Wait.”

“Angel, I wanna--.”

Tugging her back up, he looked down into her eyes. Loving the eagerness he saw there, the way her chest was heaving. Grinding himself into her, he breathed out his need between kisses, “Let me touch you, yeah?”

He dipped down more to muffle her protest with another kiss. Tonguing down the side of her neck, his hands fumbled at her waistline. The treasure promised behind her zipper had him yanking it down to get to her heat.

“I gotta fuckin’ feel you,” he whispered, goading her with bites and suckles. “Lemme feel you.”

The desperation in his voice and his hot hand slipping inside to cup her sex over top of her underwear was a salacious call, forcing her to surrender to her own needs. Turning her back around roughly, he molded his body to hers. His long limbs wrapped around her, holding her just below her chest with his right arm and slipping his hand inside her panties with his left. His fingers found her parted place slick, her clit swollen and standing out waiting for him.

“Ohhh,” she moaned weakly. It was all she could manage as he began to move his fingers in fast circles.

“¡Cristo, dulce!” he groaned into the back of her head. Wet. So wet. So hot.

Pinned against his chest, her mouth gaped open when he drug his free hand up from her waist to return to her breast, plucking and flicking her nipple. Dropping her head back on him, she rocked against the hand working her bundle of nerves, gasping with every rotation of her hips. Limp with pleasure she was drowning - being taken down by his hands, his heat and his husky voice, heavy with his own hunger pouring hot into her ear promising to give her so much more.

More than this?

With a deep hum, he paused what he was doing to rub her vee with his entire hand before sliding his first and middle fingers down on the sides of her clit and wobbling them. Struck dumb from the switch-up, Dani’s eyes flew open and she sucked in air. The precision of his touch was a violation to whatever composure she had left. Her knees buckled from the paralyzing pleasure shooting through her limbs. Securing his firm grip on her, he kept his fingers working steady. Within seconds she was washed in heat, gripping his wrist, begging him not to stop.

It felt like forever but only a few minutes had gone by since they entered the trailer. Feeling her climax roaring to the surface, Dani hissed out a long string of curses between whines and whimpers from the added torture of his mouth’s nonstop assault on her neck and ears. The strangled sound she released had him grinding his bulge into her butt cheek for some kind of relief from the pressure building within him. The last blinding second had her up onto her toes, her hips locked forward against his hand. Angel would have given anything for a mirror to see her expression while she was giving over to it. Vibrating, her body folded forward and she caught herself, slamming her hand down on the counter to keep upright.

“Fuck yeah.” Angel stayed connected to her as she fell forward, urging her on. “That’s it, dulce. Let that shit go. Let it go.”

When the first spasm hit, two quick shrieks erupted from her dry throat. Her firm hold on his wrist became a vice grip as her body bucked against him. He covered her in murmurs of adulation, kissing and murmuring his need for her as she pulsed and twitched, wetting his hand even more while struggling to catch her breath. Leaning back, he ran his hand down her spine, followed immediately by his lips mouthing over the same path.

High off of her sexual energy, the urgency in him for them to come together had only intensified. Angel wasted no time dragging her jeans down. He hastily lifted her foot to get them and her panties off of one leg. The clinking of his belt buckle and the sound of him spitting out a piece of condom wrapper he’d opened with his teeth, made her reach back to grab hold of his hip, clenching and arching back in anticipation. Now, Angel! The nudging she felt as he searched blind for her entrance snapped her into action. Standing more upright, she scooted to the left to avoid the rangetop and lifted her free leg, half climbing onto the counter. The position opened her up as wide as she could be and still keep one foot on the floor. Angel licked his lips at the sight of her offering, running his hands over her ass, lifting and spreading her - letting out a low, rumbling sound of appreciation. Sliding his hand up her back to grip her hair, he whispered how good she felt as she rocked against his tip, slip-sliding between her folds. With every pass she quivered, reactive, inviting - mesmerising him.

“Come on,” she whined, bitting her lip hard in anticipation right before he notched into the hot, pulsing spot that was calling him.

“Ohhh fuuuuck!” Angel groaned as he pressed in, clenching his jaw tight against the feeling of her heat swallowing him up into her liquid space. Her still twitching tunnel, took him in inch by inch - inticing him to go deeper with every firm rock of his hips. Bottomed out, his body was flooded with sensation. There was no waiting any longer - he drew his hips back and snapped forward with a force that pushed a high cry out of Dani. Gripping her hip with his other hand, he moved to the right for a better alignment and began tight, sharp thrusts that had his eyes glaze over.

Daniella’s eyes were open but saw nothing as he sped up and the slap of his pelvis matched the volume of his throaty grunts. She had to plant her hands on the counter and the refrigerator to absorb Angel’s ferocity. Inexplicably synched, her high-pitched panting mixed with shrill cries told him all he needed to know. Neither of them cared about how much noise they were making or whether they could be heard outside. Every slam into her sent luxurious waves of pleasure over her. She held her breath while he battered her split, feeling another orgasm rising from depths so deep she almost feared it.

Her voice vibrated off the tiny window in front of her, filling the small space. “Oh! Oh!” she wailed out loud and long. “Oooooooaaaahhh!”

Dani slapped her hand down hard on the counter, practically climbing it to get away as her orgasm ran through her. Her toes were curled tight, her hiked up leg was shaking but Angel was not done. Wrapped up in her sounds and trembling, he dropped his head back in relief for finally being set free to bulldoze his way to release the way he wanted to. He dipped his knees and quickly shuffled forward a step to reposition himself. Twisting at the waist, he leaned to grip the flesh of her side and hip with both hands, slamming up into her while she vibrated and shook.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” His vocalizations punctuated each jolting thrust. Her hot convulsing tunnel, squeezing and milking him, stripped any chance at proper communication from him. His ability to speak was reduced to nothing as his body took over.

Dani was barely able to remain upright. She clung to EZ’s fridge handle in order to take Angel’s force. Desperately sucking in air to fill her lungs for the gutteral cries he was smacking out of her. It was pure erotic aggression. Angel could feel himself peaking, tucking his lips in and squeezing his eyes closed tight. On the edge of orgasm, his thighs were burning and sweat had gathered at his neck. His coil was wound so tight he thought every thrust would be the last one - but it was her pleading, breathy whispers of pleasepleaseplease that pushed him over into the abyss.

“Oh!” He gasped out. Tucking his lips in, his pleasure hummed out low, “Mm! Errrmmmm!”

His hot seed filled the condom in bursts that pulled so hard on his core muscles it folded him up over her. He planted his hand on the countertop next to hers to keep from flopping his full weight forward onto her as his back stiffened and arched, dragging low huffing sounds out of him. He rested his head on the back of hers, slurring out curses in both english and Spanish between deep breaths.

The silence that followed in the small cabin as they came down was easy between them. The nervous tension only started to build within them as they began to pull themselves together in the dark. But Angel didn’t see the way Dani closed her eyes and bit her lip on the satiated smile when he kissed the back of her neck as he pulled out. And Daniella never saw how Angel caught himself reaching out to touch her while she wriggled back into her jeans or the way his soft brown eyes followed her as she disappeared into the bathroom.

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Angel exited the bathroom to find himself in an empty trailer. The door stood wide open letting in an elongated rectangle of light from outside that spread from the doorway across the floor and up the kitchen cabinets to the ceiling. He paused to acknowledge the feeling in his chest - the little twinge of disappointment. She's gone. What did he expect? He had been alive long enough to know that sometimes women do things in the heat of the moment and then regret them, but damn.

Slipping into his cut, he looked around EZ's place, lips pursed in concentration. He didn’t notice anything they’d knocked out of place. Truth be told, he'd been in there a thousand times but he doubted whether he would be able to tell anyway. Ducking his head down to leave, he ambled down the rickety metal steps, thinking about whether he was going to go hang out at the clubhouse or just call it a night. On the last step his frowning face transformed into surprise. A few yards away, the harsh lights from where his bike was parked illuminated the outline of Daniella’s body and curls.

Hearing his boots hit the hard packed dirt, she turned around and started toward him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Angel closed the door to the trailer. Stalling while his feelings reconfigured themselves to the truth - she had been waiting for him. “I uh…thought you left or somethin’.”

“I was waiting for you and um…I thought I heard a bike pull up.” Once closer to her, he could see her mouth twitch in the beginnings of an embarrassed smile. “It was just somebody leavin’ but I don’t know…it spooked me so I got outta there.”

Angel nodded once. They stood there looking each other over, feeling a litle exposed - uncertain if what had just happened was significant to the other. Voices and laughter outside the clubhouse wafted over to them, filling their silence.

Angel jerked his head their direction. With his eyes roaming the area, he tucked his thumbs into his cut pockets, “Wanna get a drink or somethin’?”

Watching him, she fully relaxed when she realized she still liked what she saw in his eyes. Her delay in answering made him look at her again.

“No.”

“Oh.” Angel rubbed the back of his neck to cover up his embarrassment from the rejection. “Alright.” Wanting to make a quick exit, he thumbed toward the clubhouse. “So yeah, I’m gonna--”.

Dani cut him off, “It’s just, I'm kinda starving. Lunch was a loooong time ago, you know?”

Looking up at him, she tilted her head to the side and the sly smile that caught his attention weeks ago peeked out. Angel rolled his shoulders back, seeing the ask in her eyes. Stepping forward, he closed a bit of the space between them tucking his hands in his back pockets, rocking back on his heels slightly.

“Ah, Danita-Danita…you sure it’s not from all that puff-puff-pass you were doin’?”

“Maybe.” Her smile spread and her brown eyes shone in the dark. “Either way. I’m hungry as hell right now.”

Feeling at home again in their playful back and forth, he chuckled softly, “Where you wanna go then?”

Daniella looked away, biting her thumbnail, thinking, “Everything I want is in my kitchen.” She hesitated, then added in a rush, “You coming?”

Angel raised his eyebrows in surprise at the invite. “Pssh! I ain’t passin’ up no home cooked food.” Throwing his arm around her shoulders, he steered her toward his bike. Once there he plopped his helmet on her head, glad she wasn’t protesting leaving her car behind. She held onto his cut while he fastened the chin strap.

Finished, he screwed up his eyebrows in a questioning frown. “Wait…you can cook right? I mean… ain’t tryin’ to die tonight, dulce.”

Daniella squinted and smacked his chest at the insult. Angel took a step back in mock pain, flashing the devilish smile that started this all. Pressing her lips down on a smile, she shook her head. “Fuck you, Reyes.”

“Anytime, princesa. Anytime.” Smug as ever, he threw his leg over mounting his bike and slapped the spot behind him. “But you gotta feed me first.”

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