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La Vida Loca (Cyrano x Daleeria)

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Daleeria

Daleeria

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Look behind you.
Bela listened to him lay out how this was all going down. The price point was not a problem; really the only reason she had ever started paying with sex was because she had other shit she liked blowing her money on that she could fuck herself out of. And then Josie... well Bela had found she was good at most things with her mouth in a bind where she had actually not had money on her and she had a few eager dealers that would give up a good amount to get into Josie's mouth. "I usually buy half at a time, plus I have a bunch of rich white friends who usually buy through whoever I'm buying from at parties... Usually I give my guy a heads up a couple days in advance when those are going down," she let him know how her normal arrangements went, simply so he could know that his income didn't end with her. Already she was crossing the room to the desk, where one of her many stashes were. It wasn't her main stash; that was somewhere she'd never let anyone see her pull from. But him knowing about the desk stash just meant he'd know where his money always was when he showed up with that green in his pocket.

The blonde looked down at her body when he claimed his ownership, almost thoughtful for a minute, as if that wasn't the worst tradeoff in the world. She had already recognized that there was something dangerous forming between them, and half of her fucks were so far gone that she was finding some sort of lure in that danger. "Reasonable rules," she seemed almost cocky about that, as if she wasn't going to get her shit wrecked for mouthing off or any of the other normal things she did when her temper flared, a gift from her grandfather that her mother hated. It was why her abuelas had tried so hard to teach her to be a good wife, a good woman; but that wasn't Bela's style. It was kicking and screaming or nothing at all. Chico would learn that soon enough. Maybe he already recognized that?

"Your money's right behind you, Chico," Bela pressed against him as he ran his fingers over her lips, a smirk on her face as she reached behind him into a desk drawer. There were a few notable things in here; three more switch blades that looked barely used, as they were... he had taken her favorite... and a bible. She pulled the bible out and flipped to a page in 2 Samuel, part of the story of Bathsheba and King David that had drawn her attention a while back when she and Josie had been discussion women in the bible. In between the pages were a few $20s, a Benjamin and some two dollar bills. "The money will always be in here, in case you wanna grab it yourself."

She handed him his asked before leaning back against the desk again and looking up slightly at him. "Any other rules, regulations or other bullshit I should know about?" now she propped herself up sitting on the desk, slipping her panties off and tossing them across the room with decent accuracy; nearly hitting the hamper sitting by the closet. After all, that was another rule he had put forward, and she was nothing if not a good girl... sometimes... "Every guy always says that til they see how good I look covered in their cum."
 
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There was an almost, romantic, look in his eyes as she plopped herself up on the desk handing him the money that was owed. Halves would be no problem in the future, plus the ambition was now playing through his eyes. A connection out in the Terrace could lead to a lot of good things for him. The dealer's who she had been hooking up with had been small time, moving an ounce or so in a week, and only dealing weed. He wasn't big time yet, but he was dealing more and a lot better stuff than Domingo or any of those other vatos were even close to handling and he was younger than most of them. When she looked at him, she was looking at a prince of the Life. And one day he would wear the crown. There was a lot more to it, a lot of politics and family that she wouldn't have the context to understand yet, but he still held himself so that she could see the shadow of the crown on his brow.

Taking the band he slipped it into hsi pocket, his eyes staying on her and her neckline. Now that business was done it was time for pleasure. His hand moved out of his pocket, quick as a viper, and before she could even blink her favorite switch blade was at her throat and he was pushing his between her legs. There was a smile on his face though, and the evil wasn't in his eyes. No more than it usually was at least. Right now he wasn't hard to the idea of her bleeding out on the floor; he was hard for her and her body. And all of the fucked up things she would let him do to her and vice versa.

"Next Saturday we're gonna take you to go get branded." The way he said it, it was like he was offering her a ring or a collar. But also like he was talking about marking his property. Because it was a little bit of both. " Oh, one more rule: if you make another man cum again I'll kill him." He paused for a moment letting those words sink in, letting her react to it. Then he nodded down to the quarter of weed sitting on her desk.

"We gonna smoke that shit and fuck, or fuck and then smoke that shit?" He asked before dropping the knife, letting it fall into her lap. Returning it to her and trading that knife for ownership of her mind, body and soul.
 
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Daleeria

Daleeria

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Look behind you.
The blonde in front of her let out the smallest gasp of air as the warm blade lightly touched her throat, that fire that had her basically forcing his dick in her mouth at the party lighting. Was it the danger? Was she seeking some sort of thrill no one had yet offered her until this moment. She couldn't deny she had been wet the moment he walked in, but now she pressed her mound against his crotch and exposed her neck a little more to him, a slight show of submission.

"The only reason I ever made another man cum before was because I didn't know about your dick until the party, papi," her voice carried a promise that she'd abide by his rules-for the moment. After all who knew when Chico would get bored?

Her hand grazed the weed but her focus was on him and what was in his pants; if he hadn't pulled the knife she might have said smoke first... But as the knife dropped into her lap, she pulled him closer and started trying to get his pants off. "I'd say why not both, but now I just want your dick, why are we still wearing clothes?" she seemed even thirstier than she had at the door.

She was half tempted to see how deep his depravity went and ask him to put that night back to her throat while pounding her right there on the desk in her God-awful pink bedroom she had grown up in. The first guy to do so, actually. She hadn't bother letting dealers in here before, preferring to do a quick fuck on the couch so they'd get the fuck out as soon as they got out. "Branding me, huh? Nice big 'Chico's Puta' somewhere that everyone can see? I bet your already thinking of fucking my ink covered body once you're done marking me up.. ."
 
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Lord forgive him but everything he said was turning him on even more than he had previously though possible. For a moment those words, written on her skin, played across his mind on her face, her breasts, her fingers. She really shouldn't be giving him ideas like that. He might just take her up on that idea, ruin her whole life even more than he already was. The paranoid part of his brain told him that she was just saying things she would know her rapist would enjoy in order to avoid him absolutely runing her life. He couldn't understand how someone like her could possibly not just be playing somoene like him. But two could play that game.

His left fist tightened in her hair, taking control of her whole body through her blonde locks as he pressed himself against her mound again. He wanted to tell her what she was really going to be getting. What it was really going to mean. Tell her that she was going to be his personal property, but she was going to be private property belonging to Los Vagos. She would mule for them; dance for them; fuck for them; deal for them; kill for them. She would do every damn thing that she was told to do and then some. And she would do it all with a smile on her face. But that wasn't what she wanted to hear right now. That'd be saved for pillow talk. Speaking of which, he wasn't going to be fucking her on the desk like some chump.

"I'm sure the nuns would love that." He joked, biting her bottom lip as he stood picking her up with him. His free hand went to her ass, grabbing himself a nice handful as he turned and carried her over to the bed. He was going to fuck her on the bed like they were actually something. That way, if she did try to pull some bullshit she wouldn't be able to just replace it and not think about him. Every time she closed her eyes to sleep at night, she was going to remember him. Once they were close enough, he flung her out of his arms and onto the bed, totally forgetting the knife he had put between them which flew with her onto the mattress.

"If you don't get those perky little tits out in five seconds I might just cut them off." He said, though he didn't have his full heart in that bluff at the moment. He was too busy unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. He wanted in her and he wanted in her now.
 
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Daleeria

Daleeria

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Look behind you.
Maybe Chico couldn't understand her self-loathing because Bela hadn't learned to acknowledge it yet. Her willingness for this was fueled by too many things for her to ever list to a therapist... not that her mom hadn’t tried a time or two. The first time had been at age twelve when her mom had caught her making out with a boy on their front porch. That one had been easy to lie her way through and the doctor had written her off as just a curious teen girl stifled by religion, nothing out of the ordinary. After that though, Bela had decided that if her parents were going to think she was some form of lost or insane, then she was going to be the delinquent they accused her of being.

The second time had been much more of a severe thing; her first arrest at age fourteen, just for a couple of grams of weed in her back pocket at a party she shouldn’t have gone to but did anyways. Still, the whip had cracked down the moment her father showed up to bail her out; she spent the rest of the semester under house arrest except for school time. And she was sent to another shrink, this one more Catholic based than the first. A few sessions of cruel responses to innocent questions, and a quite acidic tirade about the uselessness of therapists that had made the middle-aged woman cry and her mom had quickly realized that it was a useless endeavor.

The Lopez family was a very specific type of Catholic family, the type that believed women were meant to serve their men while they made the money and did the hard work.

Her grandfather, Samuel Garcia had made a name for himself as one of the first notable Hispanic stockbrokers in NYC, a transplant from Puerto Rico. As a man who wasn’t one to tell stories, she never knew why he had moved to Haven City, just that he had moved there with a woman and gotten hired as a financial advisor to the man that would become her great grandfather. Her grandmother Carlota had been married to one of the big names of the drug game back then… but a love had formed between Carlota and Samuel, one magnetic enough that the husband had disappeared quite suddenly and before long the couple was married… Her great grandfather asked Samuel to change his last name for inheritance reasons, and her grandfather was more than happy to oblige his father-in-law.

The newly named Samuel Lopez, Sr (Carlotta was already pregnant by him at time of marriage, part of the reason for the rushed wedding) quickly started working to legitimize as much as possible, slowly shifting from drug smuggling to other ventures; real estate, one of the first all-Hispanic law firms in the area among two of those ventures. Carlota supported these endeavors, knowing that if she didn’t clear herself of this life that someone would eventually know she had killed her old man just to have Samuel…

For her part, Carlota told a story of actively helping with the drug smuggling as her father downplayed her importance and she was a very good actress at pretending she had no hand in whatever she was being arrested for. Her father was a man who appreciated a good, arranged marriage, and as part of her bid for freedom that she crave from his suffocating grip she had readily agreed to marrying an older gangster that he had deemed worthy. The husband had let her run free, had even given her a certain amount of control over the product she moved. There was no love though between them, and Samuel had swept her off her feet at first meeting; love at first sight. Seven months after all this was initiated, Bela’s father Samuel Lopez, Jr. was born… the timing was awful suspicious to many people, but no one was ever brave enough to call her out.

Enter Evelia Morales, the whitest Latina her father had ever met, moving from Miami shortly after her father’s death in the military. Benedicto Morales was a pilot and had met Arabela in Miami during some down time from the Air Force. After his death, the family (which included Evelia’s older brother Bene at the time) moved to Haven City, where Arabela had a distant cousin that was able to take them in until they got back on their feet emotionally. Tio Bene died at age 16. No one would ever confirm to her, but Bela had always suspected it was gang-related. Evelia had been 14. She had leaned on Samuel’s shoulder during the funeral and history had been made; several months later a marriage certificate was being signed when Evelia had gotten pregnant with Bela’s brother.

This is where the hatred started for Bela, the thing that had her laying in that bed, staring up at Chico like she wanted to be destroyed… what Chico saw as a nice outlet for his sexual needs, Bela saw as a curse… see as a patriarchal line, Samuel had only wanted sons… something Evelia had been unable to provide. Bela had an older brother that hadn’t survived his first week out of the womb. Several miscarriages and three years later, Bela was the one who had stuck much to her father’s chagrin. There was a single picture of him holding her as a baby, a slight look of disdain on his face as he realized that little pink blanket meant he’d not have his heir. And two rough pregnancies had wrecked her mom’s womb, leaving her unable to produce more without severe medical intervention.

Evelia for her part knew that any daughter she bore would be a handful, much like she had been and much like the two matriarchs of the combined family were Carlota still regularly did cocaine and smoked weed and had tattoos indicating old colors that no longer flew under the same banners in the ‘New Age’ as Car-lita always called it. And the woman was pure evil at times, clearly where Bela got her rebel spirit from. Aralita had tried much harder to instill properties of being a good, calm Latina wife… being the backbone of the family and not the driving force… All her cooking skills came from time in the kitchen with the abuela that lived with them until her death. The old woman would be rolling over in her grave to see her only grandchild spread out before Chico like a piece of meat.

What this meant was Bela’s life was dictated by her parents want for her to marry a good, Catholic Latino man and bare at least one or two strong, healthy sons for her father to pass everything down to. And Bela fucking hated it.

And of course, there was still the shadow of red lipstick on some part of her brain that she was trying to deny was still there; she could still feel Josie’s lips on her pussy and how the fuck could she really be that much of a dyke as to miss the thing that had just been her temporary toy?

Of course, Bela recognized Chico probably wouldn’t care about any of that. Why would he care about the how’s and why’s when all he needed to know was, she was fucked up and willing to be even more fucked up with and by him? Bela silenced her brain and told her black heart to take over because this wasn’t a moment for her mind but a moment for her fucked up darkness to show.

Her hand reached for the still sharp knife, eyes never leaving him as she ran it up her body, trailing the dull edge upwards from her bare stomach to the fabric hiding her chest from him. The blade ripped through the fabric and it was clear she didn’t care about her clothes; she could buy more later. It was worth it to see the look in his eyes as she tossed the switchblade aside and exposed her tits to him, simultaneously spreading her legs wide with that skirt hiking up around her hips. “How am I gunna feed our kids if you cut my tits off, papi?” she had no clue how accurate her assessment of being his future baby mama was going to be even as she smirked at him and her fingers spread her lower lips to expose even further what she knew he wanted most.
 
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Chico did not have a single solitary fuck to give about all of her family drama, history, and trauma. It just was not in it to care about any of that stuff, in the moment or in general. Sure, he knew the Reyes family history going back just as long, but that was entirely different in his mind. His family's history wasn't a source of trauma, or damage, or any bullshit that you would go and cry to a therapist about. It was pride, heritage and history. They were Reyes. They were kings. And as he toosed his button up to the floor and then dropped his pants and boxers in one quick move, all he really cared about was that she was wet, tight, and very soon her feet were either going to be above his head or above hers. Any doubts he might have about giving her back that knife disappeared as he watched her cut her expensive clothes off on a whim and toss it away.

When he stepped out of his boxers and pants he was already as hard as he could be. Seven inches of red hot Chicano meat ready to wreck her with the confidence of a man who wanted to pretend he had the biggest cock on the walk even though he knew he didn't. He hadn't shaved his balls since the last time they'd been together so there was a bit of fuzz growing on them, but not too much. His cock twitched though when she said those words to him. He knew that she was just saying what she knew he wanted to hear, but she had hit the nail on the head perfectly. He was her papi, she was his puta, his property, and if she was gonna be his first baby mama then that would be perfect. She was white, rich, hot, tight, crazy. Everything he was looking for in the perfect status symbol, and something about the smug look on her father's face in those pictures made him want to ruin that man's life.

"Oh, you think if you're a good little putana I won't hurt you again?" He challenged her as he ran the tips of his left middle and ring finger over her soaking slit, pressing hard against her clit before sliding them back down and forcing them inside of her body to feel exactly how tight and wet she was. Hooking his fingers on her g-spot he took control of her whole body for a moment, watching her move like a puppet on his fingers before he pulled them out and brought his creamy fingertips to her lips. Pressinger forward he brought his head to her entrance as he lifted her thighs up higher, seeing her flexible his new little bitch could be.

"Here you go dyke, your favorite treat." He taunted her, running her sex over her lips challenging her to either lick him clean and admit it, or refuse to do it and try to resist him. All while the head of his cock was spreading her lower lips.
 
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Daleeria

Daleeria

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Look behind you.
God damn is he fine. It was the only thing Bela could think in that moment. Yeah, he had taken her virginity over a week before, but this was something far different; that first fuck had been a fun little game. This was the fuck to make sure she knew who she belonged to, even if she refused to recognize it. Watching his cock throb for her made her want him even more as he approached her. Whatever this twisted, fucked up thing between them was, she knew it wouldn't last long. Probably nothing more than a summer fling, as far as she was concerned at this point. A good fuck, some decent summer business right in the middle of prime party season, and once that was over he'd lose her number or find some other hot bitch he had easier access to.

The blonde Latina didn't bother saying the words 'maybe I want you to hurt me?' because what was the fucking point of talking once his fingers shoved inside of her, immediately hooked to her gspot and caused an explosive moan out of her. That pale, skinny body writhed on the bed before him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her hips tried to follow his hand as he pulled away. Besides, he didn't need further reason to suspect she was more unhinged than she really was. She just... Liked the thought of being defiled, of going against everything her father wanted of her. It was a thrill and Chico was fascinating.

Bela smirked, her lips capturing his fingers and sucking. "I tasted better on your cock," came her teasing reply as she licked them clean, reminding him that she had willingly begged to clean his cock off at the party. Proving just how much of a dirty slut she could be again and again. It was worth it just to see his face flood with the simultaneous lust and violence she was so attracted to in him.

As he sunk into her her hips lifted to meet him, moaning in appreciation as he buried himself into her. "Fuck, that's better than I remember... You going to wreck me, papi? Maybe next time you can cover me in cum on my parents bed..."
 
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That little movement of her body as her hips tried to follow his fingers out of, that was the real reason he had biked all the way up here. More than the money, or the drugs or anything else, it was simply the way her body moved and reacted like it knew it was made to be used and abused by a man like him. He loved it, actually loved it, and if he allowed himself any introspection he would have caught feelings for it. But he wouldn't allow him that kind of introspection, not for a long time, because to do that would destroy part of him in order to build something else up. Something else he wasn't ready to be yet. Her words matched her movement and had him going crazy in an instant. She knew just what to say to get him obsessed with her, to get him wanting to fuck her again and again.

Before she could even finish the word 'bed' his hands were on her thighs and he was moving her, twisitng her so that she was flat on her back and her legs were in the air beside his head. He had seen a chick get bent like this in a porno, and what he really wanted to do was bend her in half so that her painted her toes above her own head, but he wasn't ready to test her flexibility just yet. He was too busy checking out the flexibility of her guts as his balls slapped against her ass. His elbows locked against her knees, her knees pressed against her breasts as he thrust in and out of her, grunting like a boar with each of his thrusts as her bed rocked beneath them. His dark eyes looked into hers, his face twisted into a mix of pleasure and cruelty as he felt her body stretching around him as he watched her reaction to this new position.

"Quién es papi's putita? He asked the white girl in his bastardized American Spanish. Unlike some people, maybe even most people in La Libertad, Spanish was not his first language, but his second. Though his judgement of 'bela was that she had learned her Spanish in the classroom more than anywhere else. He wanted her, he wanted to own her, and he would have her for the rest of her life. Or his if La Vida Loca took him young.
 
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Daleeria

Daleeria

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Look behind you.
Blonde hair scattered over the bad as she threw her head back and moaned loudly. Being bent like this was intoxicating, just like everything else so far about him had been. The craving for danger had only increased as she felt the pact between them sealed the moment he started making her entire body shift and move. The bed was so new it barely creaked as he pounded her.

"Fuck yes! Papi! Soy papi's putita," Bela's tone mocked his bastardized Spanish. Her grandmother had been living with them by the time she was old enough to talk and learn Spanish... So abuela had insisted she spoke Spanish at home and whatever she wanted outside of the home. This instilled a balance of Spanish and English at home in the blonde that was getting her pussy pounded like a whore while her parents were away. Abuela had taught her well.

"¿Vas a correrte dentro de mí? My feet above my head is the best way to make sure it all stays inside of me..." Bela whispered teasingly, eyes never leaving his as she thought of the fact she could drown in those eyes until her dying breath and never get sick of them.
 
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Chico's eyes met her and for a moment he thought about smacking her in the mouth for the way that she had mocked his Spanish. It was hard to focus on all the grammar and shit when she was doing her best to drain his soul out of his cock for a second time. he was in her balls deep, taking her at an angle he had never gotten to experience with another slut before, and that she had obviously never gotten to experience either. That was all he could focus on as his fingers gripped the bed sheets, trying to get as much traction as possible so that he could dick her down as hard as posible. He wanted there to be tears of pleasure and pain in her eyes and he wanted to watch her limping once he was done with her. When he was done with a girl, he wanted the whole world to know that she was a slut.

"Fuck yeah I'm gonan cum in you puta. Gonna make you into a mami for real mami." Chico growled, looking into her eyes and biting his lip, relishing in every little bit of emotion that played across her face at his words. The way he said it, neither of them could be sure he was serious or not. Of course he was going to nut deep inside of her, it was what she was for, and he had already made his position on birth control perfectly clear. But there was a difference between two teenagers being incredibly stupid, and him bragging about and getting off on the idea of breeding her. If it wasn't clear already, he absolutely wanted to ruin her life.

"Come on puta I'm doing all the work here, make some noise, let me hear what that dirty little mouth has to say. Fuck, I wanna hear the neighbors bitching when I'm done with you because I'm too good at what I do." He said with that perfect arrogance of his as his balls smacked against her ass. Of course, the whole reason he was here right now was because all the neighbors were probably busy at work or afternoon brunches.
 
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Daleeria

Daleeria

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Look behind you.
Bela's room was pretty well sound proofed; an addition made to drown out her awful music choices (at least according to her parents) but it worked well for this as well. Even if her parents hadn't been gone, sound was the least of her worries.

"Maybe I have nothing to say cuz you're fucking the breath out of me, ever think of that?" Bela hissed back at him, moaning as he slammed hard into her and starting to arch her back against him. "Fuck right there, papi. Keep hitting that spot!"

Bela couldn't tell if he was serious about fucking a baby into her or not at this point, and had she been clear minded maybe she would have questioned what she assumed was sort of a bullshit joke between them. However, one was never clear minded when a man's balls were slapping against your ass while your pussy was being deep dicked only for the second time ever. No, Bela was focused on the growing tension of pent up pleasure in her very coil. "That's right, fuck me like you hate me, papi. Cum inside your puta!!"

Her hands gripped her legs, nails digging into flesh as she screamed his name, her entire body tensing and shaking as she came for him, tight cunt spasming and tightening around him whether he came or not. Bela could cum from ass play easily enough, but the sensation of having something for her pussy to grip upped the ante. The thought of him pouring his seed into her didn't hurt either. That was something she didn't dwell long on as her head fell back and she lost sense of self for a minute, trying to draw his very essence out of him and make it hers without realize what affect she'd grow to have on him.
 
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Fucking her like he hated her came far to easy for Chico. Once he had that spot zeroed in he threw full body weight at that spot until her eyes were rolling and her voice was hoarse from how much Chico was making her scream. The bed was shaking beneath them as he pressed his arms into the mattress, and he wished he could hear the bed frame snapping beneath them. Damn rich people, buying actual functioning material that doesn't break under the weight of two particularly horny teenagers. His annoyance about that disappeared along with every other shot as he felt her body shaking as she came, that pussy getting even more grip and pulling him deep inside of her.

It was like night and day. One moment he was there, in full control and going full force into her like the puta she was. The next he was gasping for breath his pupils dialted as he looked down into her eyes his balls completely drained deep into her waiting womb. Every time they really got going it was like she found a way to drain him of cum, soul and power until his full body seemed drained of everything and ready to collapse.

And collapse he did, pushing her knees even higher up against her chest as he leaned against the bed, looking down at her with their bodies sticking together from all of the sweat. AFter what may have been an enternity he chuckled and struggled to withdraw himself despite her resistance. "Can I have my cock back now mami ?" He chuckled, almost a normal guy for a moment.
 
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Daleeria

Daleeria

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Look behind you.
Bela let out a breathy laugh. "Just making sure to get every drop, papi!" she teased back as if this wasn't one of the most fucked up... Shit was there even a word for what they were doing right now? She wasn't hood enough to know if there was, but he wasn't here fertilizing her eggs because she was hood.

Her pussy wasn't thrilled about letting him go, but she willed it to mostly out of the want for a post sex blunt. When he finally collapsed next to her, she slowly rose, shaking her ass as she dripped whatever excess seed her womb hadn't already absorbed and walked back over to the desk.

"My parents are going away next month for a whole weekend... Was thinking of throwing a pool party. I have blackmail on both the neighbors on either side of us so cops won't get called as long as no one breaks shit. Usually it's just a bunch of rich kids..." she didn't openly offer an invite to him, because obviously her telling him was part of the business section of their little agreement. It was just assumed he'd be there if she told him when and where. When she turned around she had a fat blunt in her hand and a lighter and without a lick of shame she walked over to the window and threw it open so at least it'd air out while they chilled.

Her little trip ended back in the bed, placing the blunt between his lips and bringing the lighter up to light it for him. "I haven't even shown you the back yard yet. Pool, jacuzzi and my dad and the money to make it look like a fucking tropical oasis back there..." Bela didn't sound disappointed. The pool was her favorite part of all the recent work her dad had done to the house, and not just because it gave her an excuse to skinny dip whenever they weren't around. It was a nice looking space, functional and frankly easy to clean up even after a rager.
 
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Once he was finally released from her velveteen clutches he used the last of his energy to lift himself onto her bed and collapse on the soft covers. It was by far the most comfortable bed he had ever slept in and he was amazed that they even made beds this comfortable. Another one of those rich perks that she grew up with that he never would have had the opportunity to take advantage of unless he went Tony Montana on his drug trade. It was a thought he had considered though, from his birth until his father went to prison he was the de facto heir apparent to the Los Vagos empire. Back then they had run the entire southside of Haven City and were pushing for more turf from the Nords, the NLG and the 91'er's. Things had changed when the Regulators got into the War and fucked everything up. They ahd taken half of their turf and he was convinced had set his father up to be sent to Denne. He couldn't prove that last part, just like he couldn't prove that they'd had any involvement with his father getting beaten into a comatose state, but he believed it to be true and had a target near his same age to keep his anger focused on. When she mentioned the idea of having a party his ears perked up with all the potential there was for that.

"Orale me and mis amigos will make sure to pull up." He knew that she had likely been planning just to have him show up and be dealing, but he figured that her reaction to him deciding to take more than what he offered was a great way to test her reaction to how she would be treated once she was branded on Saturday. There would be times where he would expect her to hold his gun, his knife, his drugs and more and expect her to react and accept instantly. After saying those words though he returned to stretching out, defiling her bed with even more sweat as he tried to draw all of himself back into shape. It took more effort than he thought but the sight of her coming his way with a fat blunt and lighting it for him was rejuvenating.

"I've gotta have some of my people teach you how to roll." He told her with a a shit eating grin on his face. Of course he was going to shit talk her rolling skilsl even if they were immaculate. The less pride she had the easier it was going to be to make her a proper puta. Sitting up slightly he looked over at her and passed her the blunt. "So here's how it's gonna work Saturday." He told her before giving her the address and the time that she needed to be at the tattoo shop. "And make sure to roll up wearing something slutty as fuck. Like I want my people to see all I got. Orale?"
 
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Even if Bela noted his comment about bringing friends, she certainly didn't even let a flicker of it on her face, keeping a coy smirk on those pretty little lips of hers as she crawled next to him, lit that blunt and situated herself laying on her side with her head propped up with her hand. She moved some of her blonde hair out of her face and let her eyes really take him in laying her on her bed with a blunt in his mouth. It was... almost picturesque in a way, that smoke rolling out his mouth over his sweat covered body while they both tried to collect their souls back into their bodies. If they were a couple, if there was any emotion between them, she might have reached out and ran her hand down his face and chest affectionately, scooted a little closer and plucked the blunt out of his mouth romantically... but the reality was Chico wasn't here to romance her, and the chica blanca was well aware of this. He was here out of some twisted sense of possession, the business opportunity that came with a rich girl like her, and the need to get his dick wet in a nice, tight cunt.

Arabela Lopez, for the first time in her life didn't know exactly where she stood with someone and it was fucking exhilarating.

That temporary romanticizing of their fucked up agreement was cut short by his stupid ass mouth. "Fuck you my rolling skills are on point, and I'm pretty sure it was one of your boys who taught me how to roll while popping my anal cherry," Bela glared at his insult, but she was far too prideful to ever let a dig that small wound her ego. And she only aimed to kill when she was throwing shade back, Catholic school girls could be a very stabby bunch without ever pulling a knife. There was no real thought or malice behind her tone or the way she presented her sentence... just a quick clap back from an annoyed Latina puta that hadn't learned how to keep her mouth shut.
 
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