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Angel smiled breathlessly, flushed cheeks burning with desire, messy hair dancing slightly around her face while The Wolf — her boyfriend, holding her up by her thighs, dropped her to the floor, pushing her panties in place with a husky moan.
Her legs were shaking slightly, barely able to hold herself upright without the support of Juan, The Wolf, who leaning down above her kissed her pouty lips, pulling her closer so he could kiss her as passionately as he could. “Mi corazón,” he moaned, with a low raspy voice filled with lust, keeping his cock inside his jeans to conceal their quick affair.
Angel’s hands touched his, tracing his warm fingers and palms, the coldness of his silver rings making her hiss softly while he pulled her back closer to him into a deep, passionate kiss. The room that evening smelled of them, of their mixed perfume, the kind of warmth that settled only when they fucked.
A sharp knock echoed from the front door, interrupting their intimate moment. Angel froze, her eyes widening in confusion. "Who could that be?" she asked, stepping out of The Wolf’s arms, a confused expression crossing her features, brows furrowed and narrow eyes. Juan shrugged casually, clearly unbothered, “I am not expecting anyone, mi amor.”
Her heart raced as her pink socks padded to the door, the soft sound of her footsteps delicate and silent, while her head clouded with confusion tried to make sense of who could that be, knocking at her door at that time.
Angel opened the door slowly, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw who was on the other side of the old carved door of the apartment. There, standing awkwardly on the doorstep, was Misha. His piercing blue eyes—so different from Juan—widened in surprise as they met hers. Angel swallowed hard; her second boyfriend from Russia wasn’t supposed to be there.
"Uh... hi sweetie," Misha began, his sweet voice carrying a hint of confusion as he glanced past her into the house. "I thought I was supposed to... be here today?" His accent was thick, and his words hanging in the air as his gaze landed on Juan, who had just walked up behind Angel, his brow furrowing as he took in the scene.
For a moment, no one spoke. The air was incredibly tense, the absurdity of the situation hanging between the three of them as Misha slowly realized what had happened. Angel’s cheeks flushed as pink as the sheer dress she was wearing, her mind racing to piece together what had happened. Misha wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow—the time Juan was leaving to handle ‘business’ in a different city.
“Misha…” Angel stammered, shifting uncomfortably between the two men. Juan’s arm wrapped around her waist with an expression hard to read, though his eyes darted between her and Misha with quiet curiosity. “I think you, um, got the days wrong.”
Misha ran a hand through his wavy brown hair, a seemingly innocent grin appearing on his tattooed face. “I guess so.” There was amusement in his voice, despite ir all, but his eyes turned very soft as he looked back at her. “I guess you’re busy.”
The Wolf grinned evilly, burning with a mix of rage and jealousy as he looked over at the man in front of him. Misha was just a spoiled stupid kid, causing trouble in the clubs and having his influential father clean up the mess later. For him, Angel was just a toy to play with, something to rub in his father’s face since the White Death worked closely with the hacker.
“Do you want to see?” Juan muttered in a provocative tone, moving his right hand to her pastel pink dress, pulling the fabric up, so her panties were in Misha’s vision. Damp, and with a noticeable dark patch on her crotch area, it was easy to assume what substance tainted her expensive pastel briefs, sticking to her inner thighs in the process.
To add even more tension, Juan’s fingers brushed past her wet panties, fingertips pressing the material between Angel’s sensitive folds while she involuntarily moved her hips slowly under his touch. “A-mor…” she pouted, not wishing to hurt Misha’s feelings.
“It’s okay, corazón,” The Wolf hissed, kissing her lavender colored hair, slowly pushing her panties down her thighs, “he knows he’s the side guy, doesn’t he?” as an invisible slap to the face, Juan showed how his come was trapped on the thin material of her panties, strings of her own essence sticking out from her used cunt, giving the Russian a show of another man’s come dropping from inside of her.
“F-fuck you,” Misha spat, trying to control his anger, knowing damn well he was far from being under the protection of his father. This was Mexico, this was Wolf’s territory. And when he really wanted, he could be very ruthless.
Angel turned around, locking eyes with Juan with a disapproving expression, her usual sweet and calm expression missing, matching the tension of the moment. “Come on, don’t be like that.”
A smirk appeared on Juan’s lips, “Ese cabrón…” he whispered, kissing the back of her head, hands grabbing and massaging Angel’s thighs, leading for the woman to gasp and whine, moving with his touch. “Come on, now, wanna touch her?” he grinned, his tone filled with defiance, “Or are you scared because I’m here?”
The woman looked back at Juan stunned, opening her mouth in surprise while The Wolf pushed her ruined panties down her thighs. “What? Just checking if he has balls of if his dad cut them too.”
“Juan!” Angel protested before being pulled into Misha’s arms, where the hacker, even if with some hesitation, gave into Misha’s kisses, hearing the door close behind him violently. The Russian’s hands grabbed her waist, keeping her in place and closer to him while Juan eyed the two with an evil smirk.
“Well, well,” the Mexican leader sighed, moving his hips against Angel’s ass, “he is not a coward after all… right in front of my eyes, kissing my girlfriend.”
And it wasn’t only his kisses — Misha’s hands immediately cupped her breasts over her pink sheer dress, making her moan into the tender, sweet kisses Misha was delivering, trying to ignore the mocking face of the cartel leader behind her. Their distinct cologne was mixing together, intoxicating her senses, making her wonder what was in store for her, now that she was trapped between the two men.
Juan bit on his lower lip, lifting her dress so it rested just above her lower back, a strong hand pressing on her lower stomach while the other probed and teased her wet slit, fingers going inside of her clenching cunt with ease, noticing how his essence coated his fingers while Misha kissed her, teased her nipples.
“Feels good, mi amor?” he asked, a low, sensual voice against her ear, the Wolf’s fingers moving slowly in and out of her wet hole, giggling silently when he noticed her hip movements to meet with his. “So naughty, you wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”
“No…” she replied as innocent as ever, but Misha’s kisses prevented her from saying anything coherently, hands pushing her dress down, close of tearing it apart. “Wait-“ she managed to breathe out, holding the zipper on the back, trying to pull it to no avail.
The hacker squealed at the sudden sound of fabric being torn apart from her body. The Wolf pressed his tender lips on her cheek, soothing the sudden scare as he allowed the fabric to fall to her feet, Angel’s naked body on display for both men to admire, “I’ll buy you another one, corazón.”
“Fuck…!” she moaned, her breasts bouncing between Misha’s hands, the Russian’s lips teasing her heart shaped tattooed nipples, sucking on them and playing with the piercings attached to the rosy peaks, “Mmm!”
Juan grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to admire her clenching hole, using the moisture on his fingers to tease and massage her puckered hole, moving slowly inside of her. “Let’s see who she likes best inside of her.”
Angel rolled her eyes, giving into Misha’s kisses and Juan’s touch on her hole. She was so wet, dripping in excitement of having the two men fighting over her and fuck her at the same time. Surely Juan was trying to prove a point, but she wasn’t going to complain.
“Bring her to bed, loser,” Juan ordered, removing his finger from inside of her, turning around to walk towards their bedroom while discarding of his pants and shirt. Angel whined quietly at the loss of contact, but giggled when Misha fumbled to undress, promptly picking her up in his arms to take her to the bedroom between kisses and soft moans.
“You should thank me, idiot,” Misha commented with malice, dropping Angel on the edge of the bed, “look at all of the work I did on her body.” He was, of course, referencing all the tattoos and piercings he had adorned her with, smiling to her while he kicked his jeans and underwear to the floor, showing off his already hard leaking cock awaiting some release.
Their shared bedroom was neatly organized, the bed now a mess as Misha climbed on top of it, resting on his back while he pulled Angel closer to him, grabbing her ass, squeezing her breasts while glancing defiantly to a very serious, albeit entertained Juan.
“Por favor,” he rolled his eyes, presenting himself naked at the end of the bed, looking at how Misha tried to cradle Angel in his arms, “let’s see how you last; you talk too much.”
Angel looked back at Juan, and he nodded calmly, telling her it was okay. They were in too deep into this, anyway, her thoughts only focused on Misha, in getting him inside of her despite Juan’s release still resting between her thighs. Sinful, yet so hot.
The woman straddled Misha’s hips, immediately feeling his cock poke against her core as she began to descent down his length. Juan smirked at the sight, admiring how the Russian’s twitching cock disappeared inside of his girlfriend’s wet cunt, his own come serving as lube and allowing him to fill her up with ease, causing Angel to moan, close her eyes, lose herself in the moment.
Behind her on the bed, Juan pushed her lower back and used both of his hands to spread her ass, using spit to push the liquid into her tight ring. “I love you so, so much,” he hissed, playing with her hole while her cunt clenched around Misha’s, causing him to move his hips, chasing some relief, “especially your ass, baby.” A grin crossed his features, dark eyes seeing her tattoos dance, “Can’t wait to fill it up, too.”
“Oh, fuck!” Angel gasped, her skin glistening with sweat, breasts bouncing, following Juan’s movements and Misha’s kisses on her nipples, at the same time The Wolf pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole. “Mmmm…” it was all she could whine while Juan pushed himself inside of her slowly, filling her up, stretching her good, bottoming out. Her shaking body was pressing against Misha’s now, her hips moving slowly, hinting at Juan that it was okay to move, “Baby, please,” but in all fairness, she didn’t know who she was begging to.
As the two moved inside of her, all she could do was lay there and take it, mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ shape with her eyes wide open as both men stimulated her insides. There were no words coming out of her plush lips, only incoherent moans and sniffles.
“Does it feel good, angelita?” Juan’s tone was soft, out of breath, hot against her back, “Two men fucking you, so naughty, amor.”
“Hmm-hmm,” she moaned helplessly, moving between the two men while feeling Misha’s thickness inside of her cunt and Juan’s hard, pulsating shaft inside of her ass. Both moved at a steady and sinful rhythm, filling her up so perfectly she couldn’t help but incessantly moan with the stimulation.
“Did we break you?” Misha grabbed her sweaty, fucked out face, seeing drool peek from her lower lip while her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her lower half clenching around them while their pace never ceased. “I think we did…”
Juan kissed her messy lavender head, pushing her hair to the side to kiss her warm back, beads of sweat making her skin stick to Juan’s chest. “Who do you prefer, corazón? Or you’re so fucked up you can’t even tell the difference?”
Angel gasped, shaky arms pressing against Misha’s lower body as she tried to regain some control and composure. It was impossible, being filled so much to the point she couldn’t even think, her legs started to shake as she neared her release. “I—“ she moaned, body turning very tense, “I can’t.”
“Poor, poor, angelita,” Juan mocked against her ear, moving as he pleased inside of her, hands pressing and teasing both of her nipples, “so ruined…”
Tears appeared on her glossy dark green eyes, hips moving harshly as she felt her release to be so close, Misha’s fingers breached past her lips, making her lick and roll her eyes when the men’s pace changed, becoming faster.
Her scream was muffled when she came, body shaking and squeezing their twitching cocks inside of her, pulsating and convulsing with the sensation. Too much, it was all too much. Both men grunted with the sensation, their rhythm speeding up as her body danced and her hair swayed around her shoulders.
“Fuck, baby!” Misha hissed, grabbing her waist as he came inside of her clenching, spasming cunt, pushing her down and deeper on his twitching cock, filling her up completely. Angel whined with the sensation, tugging and grabbing at anything she could, resting her hands on his body for support, just to try and breathe, gather her senses back.
“Yes…” Juan smiled, spreading her cheeks wider, “hell yeah, preciosa.” He came with a happy grin, bucking his hips and shaking slightly as he pumped his come inside of her ass, filling her up nicely just like he enjoyed.
Angel rolled her eyes, legs shaking with the sensation of being full — so full. “God…fuck…!” She lifted herself up from Misha, letting out a moan into the air when Juan pulled out from inside of her, his seed spilling out of her ass slowly. Glancing down between her legs, she saw Misha still buried deep inside of her cunt, traces of come and her own essence coating her thighs in a beautiful display of a mess.
She lifted herself, sitting down on the bed as she admired Misha’s panting figure. Lying down, flushed and with a blissful expression on his face, his blue eyes looked at her and Juan.
“Told her she would be easy to convince.” He winked at Juan with a knowing smile.
Angel blinked, looking back at Juan, at this point smoking a cigarette completely naked by the window, “Wait; you planned this?”
He grinned, exhaling some smoke through his nose. “Of course, why wouldn’t I? Better have the Russian fuck you than someone else,” he shrugged, “I still last longer—“
“Shut up!”
Trapping the cigarette between his fingers, The Wolf walked toward Angel to cup her warm sweaty face. “I know we talked about trying something like this out,” he whispered, removing the cigarette to kiss her lips, “so there you have it, angelita. Can’t say it wasn’t fun.”
Angel smiled to herself, kissing The Wolf softly while reaching for Misha’s hand. “Wow,” she smiled tiredly, closing her legs, noticing some marks from their affair on her body, “thank you; to both of you.”