Satan's Angel || BWHM

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A sigh escaped her lips, unpacking the fifteenth box in the last three hours. She'd been up since six. Breakfast wasn't her agenda, she wanted to hustle to get her house together. She places the flattened box beside the door, turning her speaker up a little more to dance and work. She barely heard the knock at the door, greeted with a small smirk, a seductive look graced his features. "Chava." She took a breath, "Lucho." She bit her lip, almond eyes clouded with thick lashes, her curvy frame moving to the side. "Moms sent me to help ya out... and unpack and shit." She smirked, noticing someone else at her doorstep. "Sonny's wit me. That cool?" The cocky guy shifted to the side and they entered the door. Her eyes fell to Lucho, him eyeing her especially. She broke the gaze, "I've unpacked my kitchen bathroom... just need to do the bedrooms and living room." She was overwhelmed, standing in damn near nothing in front of two guys that could and would take her over every surface she's unpacked so far.

They were homies. They didn't live together but they were close, or so it seemed. Maybe they didn't like each other but tolerated each other, or maybe they had a thin line between love and hate each other. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she let it and herself go. She turned the speaker up, unpacking the living room. "Ay mano. I gotta go. Stephanie wanna get her shit blown wide open." He told Lucho. "Gone bruh. I got her." Lucho told, kicking the empty box where the others where. "Ay mami!" He approached the girl who tossed her braids over her shoulder and looked at him expectantly. She wasn't stupid. In the two hours they've been here, She knew one of them had a female last night, knowing it'd be Sonny. "Handle that, my g." She whispered, checking him out. "I can put the bitch to the left if you need me to stay." He told. Shaking her head, she chuckled, "We'on't know each other enough to cancel pussy. Gone and handle that. I'll see ya." He kissed his teeth and nodded, placing a hand on her neck. "Aight." And he bounced, her rolling her eyes.

The day turned into the afternoon and the former high schoolers sat on the couch, feet thrown on the couch and her curled at the end. Next Friday played on her tv, and two cans of coke sat on the coffee table. They engaged in reminiscent topics of school, him checking his phone. They were having a hit tonight, and needed them to be ready at nine. He glanced at the clock and it read five thirty. "Come a lil closer chava." Her eyes darkened as she slid between his legs. "You gon lemme holla?" His hands brushed against her waist, trailing down her body. She straddled his waist, "Depends." She tilted her head. "On?" She closes the space between them and lips brushed against his ear, "If you fuck with me, I come first. You'll put all them bitches in the back seat." He smirked up at her, biting his lip, revealing the silver crested, fang grill on the bottom row of his teeth. The apex of her thighs flooded, a hum escaping to cover a moan. "If that pussy fye, I will." She leaned forward, mouthes pressed against each other, his tongue exploring her mouth, hips grinding together for friction. "Lemme know why they call you Sin." His teeth grazed against her neck, a bulge forming as she dominated his body.

"Ay Sis. Open the fuckin' door." Shots voice was heard. The two groaned in annoyance. "Handle that ma." He groaned. She stood and answered the door. "The fuck is up?" She asked annoyed. "We lookin' for Lucho nigga. He ain't home." She crossed her arms, "He here." Shots rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you fuckin' the crew, dog." She groaned, "You want him or not?"

"Mane nevermind." She closed the door, turning on her heel to the sexy man sprawled on her couch. She nodded at him to follow her to her room. The queen sized bed was made as she pulled the man between her legs and over her. "Yo brother gone?" He asked, head against hers. She bit her lip, legs snaking around his waist as she nodded her head. Lips attach again, his fang grill nipping at her bottom lip, another loud knock making them both groan again. "I'm jus' tryna get my shit destroyed and now every body and they momma wanna be in here. Mane fuck." Lucho decided to pull his pants up and call it a day. He was frustrated, watching her go and answer the door. "Hey Unc. Whatchu need?" the dark skinned man perched his sunglasses with a ringed finger. "Gimme Lucho." Lucho was seen shifting past Sin, offering a wink before Huncho smiled and left.

Hours had past and she completed the unpacking, putting the flattened boxes on the curb. The night sky encouraged her to go next door to Tiago's after locking her door. The latino smirked, leaning against the doorframe as the beautiful black girl licked her lips. "Wassup, chava?" His black wife beater clung to his muscular body, jeans low on his waist. "Wanna smoke?" A Latina was seen in the back ground, giving Sin a look of disgust. "I'on't know chava. We got a drop pretty soon." Her eyes dart to the Latina who marched over. "Get lost puta! He don't want you." Tiago pushed the woman back inside, "Ay cool yo shit 'for I kick yo ass out. Yo pussy ain't special, now gon somewhere." The woman rolled her eyes and walked to the back. "My bad, chava. But I got you later. Slide through" She snorted, swaying her hips as she walked off, going to roll her a blunt in her car.

2:09 a.m

She laid her bed, feeling needy with a red cup of liquor, her feet propped on the bed, knees bent. She needed some kind of relief, and no one was around. She debated calling up her ex, but she didn't feel like driving out the twenty minutes for dick unless he came to her. She thought about maybe one of the guys that stayed behind from the drop, but the word travels fast. The word would twist and make her out to be the man's hoe, when in reality, it's the other way around. Her fingers would have to suffice for now. Fingers tease the hood of her clit as a deep breath exits her lips. Her fingers begin pump inside her and the other circling her clit. Her voice carries through her bedroom, a knot building in her stomach. She released against her legs and fingers, taking deep breaths, still unsatisfied.

Reaching for her phone, "Hey Chris." A smirk finds her lips as he responded, "Oh shit. Wassup?" Her hands fiddled together as she begin to second think, going forth. "You busy tonight?" His voice released a hum, "Drop your addy and I'll see you in fifteen." She smiled and hung up, giving her address away. And true to her word, the Australian accented, dread head was at her door. "Hey." His pink lips tugged in a small smile, his six foot stature shifted inside her new place. "Hey." She smiled, arms wrapping around his neck. "Thanks for coming over, babe." She whispered to him. "Babe? Haven't heard that in a minute." His hands snake around her waist, back tracking to her room. "You'll always be my baby." Their lips nip at one another, him inhaling sharply as they fell on her bed.

Chris Samuels used to date Sinai when they were early teens, sixteen to seventeen. They broke due to complications with her brothers and it was choice she made, dumping him because he'd never stand up to her brothers. It was difficult, but they remained cordial. He was mixed, shaved head with long dreads at the top of his head. He worked out, having a defined six pack. He was single and never had any intention of dating anyone else for now.

Clothes were shed and the bed was no longer the place of rendezvous. He had her pinned against the window, thrusts inside her core causing her to clench around him. Ecstasy overcomes them as her moans echo to the outside, nails scratching his back. His breath was heavy, grunts escaping as they clearly let people know what was going on. The neighbors knew his name, migrating to the bed and just about screaming his name, back arched of the bed. She already had three climaxes, working on her last and final one before he too built a knot that needed to release. They laid in and basked in their own heat, sleep overcoming them soon after. The day as it progressed would rile up the talk, and who was Chris. She didn't want Chris to be sucked into this life like she had been. She had undivided and complete protection from guys that would do life in prison for what they've done. Chris visiting her house opened up a whole can of worms unbeknownst to them.