Mi Amor - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz/On my block Story

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We settled into the back seat of his car, a rush of excitement buzzing between us. For a moment, I wondered about the other girls who might have been here before, but I quickly pushed that thought away. I didn't want to ruin the mood.

"Your car is way too nice to mess up with wet towels," I said, smirking. "We should probably get rid of them, don't you think?"

Oscar caught my drift immediately. "Oh, we definitely should."

With a cheeky grin, I unwrapped my towel and tossed it onto the front seat. The soft fabric fluttered as it landed, a momentary distraction before my focus returned to him. He mirrored my actions, tossing his towel aside, and then suddenly, his lips were on mine, pulling me closer.I could feel the heat radiating off him, his warm skin pressing against me, and it made my heart race. Our hands began to explore each other's bodies, and feeling his strong muscles under my fingertips made my head spin. His warm touch sent shivers down my spine.

As he leaned over me, I felt his weight pushing me down into the seat, and I couldn't help but lie back, surrendering to the moment. He hovered above me, teasing my legs apart as his hands slipped between them. I let out a soft moan, instinctively opening up wider, showing him just how much I wanted him. I was ready for him, craving the feel of him inside me.

"I can't wait anymore," he breathed, his voice low and urgent.

"Me neither. I want to feel you. All of you," I replied, my voice thick with desire.

He started by teasing the tip of his penis inside me. The sensation was electric, a delicious tease. Once we were both ready, he pushed in fully, and I gasped at the intensity. There was something so intimate about being with him—it made everything feel so much better.

At first, his thrusts were slow and careful, but as we got more into it, he picked up the pace. He started massaging my clit while thrusting deeper, and I couldn't help but moan louder, my body tingling with pleasure.

"Harder!" I whispered, my urgency clear, and he wasted no time. He picked up speed, driving us both closer to the edge until we finally climaxed together.

For a few moments, we lay there, tangled up in each other, trying to catch our breath, before he got up and leaned into the front of the car, rummaging for some tissues.

As we cleaned ourselves up, we sat next to each other in comfortable silence, neither of us feeling awkward—just relaxed and happy.

"We should probably get dressed and head back," I said eventually, glancing at the time.

He nodded but then checked the clock and his face suddenly changed. "Oh shoot, I completely forgot the time! I need to make some calls."

He hopped out of the car, quickly throwing on his clothes, and handed me my stuff while dialing a number on his phone. I was putting on my underwear and bra inside the car, the door half-open, so I couldn't help but overhear.

"Hey, hermano. Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I just called now. I was busy. Listen, I can't make it back in time. I'll send Coin to pick you up. He'll help you handle the situation. You know what to do. We talked about this. If you want to live and have a future, this is how you do it. Yeah. Bye."

He hung up and dialed again. "Coin, my friend. I need you to do something for me. Pick up Lil' Spooky. Help him deal with this guy Latrelle..."

He ended the call and took a deep breath. I didn't catch every word—my Spanish wasn't great—but I could tell something serious was going down.

I must have looked a little worried because Oscar noticed. "How much of that did you understand?"

"Too much," I admitted, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

"Look, I know this is a messed-up situation, but it's part of my life—something I hate and wish wasn't there. But it is. And it won't change anytime soon. You knew what you were getting into when we started this," he said, his tone defensive.

I was surprised by his reaction. "I didn't 'come at you.' I didn't even say anything. You opened up the topic."

"Because I know you'll make a problem out of it later. It's always like this. First, girls are all in love and don't care about any of this. They see the money and want to be part of the lifestyle. Then when things go south, they bail," he said, his sarcasm cutting deep.

His words sounded like he'd been burned in the past, and I decided not to take it too seriously. "Wow, sounds like you've studied this. Do you have graphs and statistics to show me too?"

For a moment, he just stared at me, expressionless, before a chuckle escaped him. "Yeah... sorry. I was a little harsh there."

"It's all good. We all have our baggage," I replied.

He sighed. "I just... I really don't want that to happen to us. Don't you think I know you could do better than me? You're beautiful, young, come from a good background, and you're smart and ambitious. You could do anything you want. I don't want you to wake up one day and realize you've outgrown this."

"Hey, nobody knows the future, right? I can't promise you anything. But I can promise you that I'm not someone who bails when things get tough. I stick with what I love. And as long as I love you, I'll be here—in good times and bad," I reassured him.

"I know that, deep down. It's just sometimes that fear creeps back in," he admitted, his vulnerability showing.

"Then swallow it down, because there's no reason for it to be here," I said softly.

We shared a smile, leaning in for a long kiss that made everything feel right again.

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