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It was just another Friday afternoon when her phone buzzed. She was sitting on her bed, scrolling through Instagram, when she saw the notification light up:
Mista plug🌚: Yooo u need sum ? I havent heard from u in a min
She stared at the message for a moment, biting her lip. She hadn’t seen Mista in a few weeks. Much longer than she had anticipated for,,, but if she were honest with herself, the thought of seeing him always made her feel a little fluttery. There was something about the way he’d sit in his car, lean back, and look all casual, his relaxed vibe clashing with the intensity of his eyes. She’d never admit it, but she thought he was really cute.
After a brief internal debate, she responded
:Yeah actually could I grab a 3.5 ?
Mista plug🌚: Bet I’m omw same spot?"
:Yeah,, Her fingers hesitated over the screen before sending the message.
She put her phone down and started pacing around her room. Her heart was beating a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like this was the first time they’d done this. She’d bought from him plenty of times. The routine was always the same: She’d get in his car, they’d exchange a few words, he’d hand her the weed, and that would be it. But every time, without fail, there was that small flicker of tension—something unsaid.
Today was no different. She grabbed her jacket and slipped out of her apartment, heart racing a little more than she’d like to admit. The sun was setting, casting long golden shadows across the pavement as she made her way to the usual spot. Mista’s car was already there, engine idling, and she could see him through the window, leaned back, one hand draped casually over the steering wheel, looking as unbothered as ever.
She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, closing it softly behind her. “Hey.”
Mista glanced over at her with a slight smirk, his eyes lingering just a moment longer than usual. “yo you good bellezza?” (beauty)
“Yeah, I’m good thank you” she said, trying not to fidget. He reached into the center console, pulling out a small baggie and handing it to her. As their hands brushed, she felt a small spark of something—maybe it was just her nerves, but she could have sworn his fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary.
“Here you go. Same stuff as last time.” His voice was calm, but there was something in his tone, something that made her glance up at him. His eyes caught hers, and for a split second, she felt like the air in the car got heavier.
She shoved the baggie into her jacket pocket and tried to play it cool. “Thanks, i’ll see yo-.”
Just as she was about to reach for the door handle to leave, Mista’s voice stopped her. “Wait.”
She froze, heart leaping into her throat as she slowly turned back to look at him. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a softness in his expression, something she hadn’t seen before.
“You wanna light one up?”
Her breath hitched slightly. “Like, now?” She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but her cheeks started to feel warm.
“Yeahhh,,,” Mista said casually, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a pre-rolled joint. He glanced at her sideways, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Rolled this earlier and I figured I’d share. But if you gotta go then…”
She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. She knew she should probably just leave, go home, and save herself the embarrassment. But the idea of sitting there with him, talking, maybe laughing—it was too tempting to pass up. And the way he was looking at her… she couldn’t say no.
“Okay. Yeah, let’s do it,” she said, trying to sound casual, but the blush spreading across her face betrayed her.
Mista chuckled softly, and the sound of it made her heart skip. He flicked the lighter, the flame sparking in the dim light of the car, and lit the joint. He took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke before passing it to her.
She hesitated for a second before taking it from him, their fingers brushing again. This time, she didn’t pull away as quickly. She took a hit, the familiar burn in her throat grounding her a little, and exhaled, watching the smoke curl up towards the car’s ceiling.
“So,” Mista said, leaning back in his seat, his eyes on her. “What do you do? Besides, you know…” He gestured to the bag in her pocket with a playful smirk.
She laughed nervously, the weed making her feel lighter, more at ease. “Uh, nothing that exciting. I’m just a student, mostly. Working part-time at this café, too.”
“Café, huh? You a barista?”
“Yeah, but it’s not as cool as it sounds. Just making lattes and dealing with annoying customers.”
Mista chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Bet you’re good at it, though. You seem like you’d make a mean cappuccino.”
She blushed, ducking her head slightly. “I mean…,, maybe,”
They passed the joint back and forth, and as the weed settled in, the conversation flowed easier. They talked about random things—music, movies, places they’d been. She found herself relaxing, laughing more freely. Mista was surprisingly easy to talk to, and every time he smiled at something she said, she felt a little rush of excitement.
As the joint burned down to the roach, the atmosphere in the car shifted. The air was thick with smoke and something else—something more charged. She could feel the buzz in her body, but there was another kind of buzz between them, something unspoken.
Mista’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes a little hazy from the weed, but still sharp. “You’re cute, you know that?”
Her heart stuttered. “W-what?” she stammered, her cheeks flushing again, this time deeper.
“I said you’re cute.” His voice was softer now, almost a murmur. His eyes didn’t leave hers.
She bit her lip, feeling her pulse quicken. “I—I think you’re cute too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. The tension between them was thick, almost suffocating. Then, slowly, Mista leaned closer, his hand reaching up to gently cup her cheek.
Her breath caught in her throat as his face inched closer, her mind racing. And then, before she could think any more, his lips brushed against hers—soft, tentative, but with a heat that sent shivers down her spine.
She kissed him back, her hand reaching up to rest on his chest, feeling the warmth of him through his shirt. The kiss deepened, slow and lazy, like they had all the time in the world.
The kiss deepened, becoming more intense yet still unhurried, like they were both testing the waters, savoring the feeling. His lips were soft but firm, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his breath as he pulled her closer. Her hand, still resting on his chest, moved instinctively, sliding up to his neck, feeling the slight warmth of his skin beneath her fingers.
Mista let out a low hum, breaking the kiss just slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. “Didn’t think tonight would turn out like this.”
Her heart raced as she looked up at him, their faces still inches apart. “Me neither,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. There was something so intimate about this moment—the smell of the smoke lingering in the air, the low hum of the car’s engine, the soft glow of streetlights filtering through the windows.
He studied her face for a moment, eyes flicking down to her lips again before meeting her gaze. There was a vulnerability in his expression that she hadn’t seen before, something that made her chest tighten.
The intensity between them hung in the air as they pulled back from the kiss, both breathing heavier than before, eyes locked. The space in the car felt small—too small to keep the tension from building. Her hand was still on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat, but there was an awkwardness now in the way their bodies were positioned. The front seats of the car weren’t exactly designed for this kind of closeness.
Mista seemed to sense it too. His hand drifted from her waist to rest lightly on her thigh, his thumb drawing slow, lazy circles. “This isn’t the best setup, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and rough from the heat between them. He smirked, but there was a softness in his eyes that showed he wasn’t rushing anything—he was letting her take the lead, see if she was down to keep going.
She smiled back, biting her lip as she glanced down, the air thick between them. “Yeah… It’s kind of awkward don't you think.” The tension was still there, but now there was an undercurrent of playfulness too, a shared understanding that this was happening, and they were both figuring it out as they went.
Her heart raced as she met his gaze again. There was something electric in the way he looked at her, his eyes dark and half-lidded. She shifted a little in her seat, feeling the need to get closer. They were still tethered by this invisible thread, both wanting more but not sure how to make it happen in this cramped space.
Mista’s smirk widened, almost like he could read her thoughts. “You know,” he started, voice low and teasing, “you could just come here.” He patted his lap, his tone casual but with a spark of something else beneath it.
She blinked, caught off guard, but the suggestion made her pulse quicken. It was bold, sure, but she found herself considering it—hell, more than considering it. The thought of being that close to him, feeling his body beneath hers, sent a rush of heat through her.
She hesitated for a second, chewing the inside of her cheek, but the way Mista looked at her—half-smiling, one brow slightly raised—was impossible to resist. He wasn’t pushing; he was offering. The choice was hers.
“Okay,” she said, her voice a little breathless, before shifting in her seat and carefully moving toward him. It felt like her entire body was buzzing with nervous energy. She slid over the center console, carefully balancing herself, and then settled onto his lap, her knees pressing into the seat on either side of him.
Mista’s hands immediately found her hips, his grip firm but not too tight, guiding her as she got comfortable. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she felt a new closeness between them— physically and emotionally. Her body was now aligned with his, and there was no more awkward space or angles to worry about.
“You good?” he asked softly, his hands steadying her as she adjusted her weight, his breath warm against her cheek. There was that same care in his voice, a reassurance that made her feel safe even in the midst of the heat between them.
“Yeah,” she breathed, her hands resting on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his body through his jacket. “I’m good.” She gave him a shy smile, feeling the flutter in her stomach intensify as they looked at each other in this new proximity.
Mista’s hands slid up from her hips, one trailing up her back while the other brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You look good,,,, potrei mangiarti” he murmured, his voice a little raspier now, the teasing grin back but softer, more intimate. (i could eat you)
She felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but before she could say anything, he closed the space between them, capturing her lips again. This time, the kiss was different—deeper, more natural. The awkwardness of the car’s seating was gone, replaced by the feel of him beneath her, his hands steadying her while hers tightened slightly on his shoulders.
She leaned into the kiss, letting herself relax into him, her body fitting against his in a way that felt right, like this was how it was supposed to be all along. His hands explored her back, warm and firm, and she could feel the tension in his body as he held her close, but still kept control, like he was savoring every second.
The car was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the faint rustling of fabric as they shifted closer, the low hum of the engine in the background. Everything outside the car faded away—it was just them, lost in the moment.
Mista’s hand slid up to cup the back of her waist, gently guiding her as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a slow, deliberate intensity. She felt his fingers thread through her hair, sending shivers down her spine. Her heart pounded harder, and a heat bloomed in her chest, radiating outward.
As they kissed, she could feel his muscles tensing slightly under her, the way his body responded to her, and it made her pulse quicken even more. She shifted slightly in his lap, her hands sliding from his shoulders to the sides of his neck, feeling the steady beat of his pulse beneath her fingertips. He let out a low, barely audible groan as she moved, his grip on her tightening just a fraction.
When they finally pulled apart for air, both of them were breathing hard, their foreheads resting together. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found him already looking at her, his gaze softer now, more vulnerable.
“This better?” he asked with a breathless grin, his hands still resting comfortably on her hips, fingers brushing the exposed skin between her shirt and her jeans.
She laughed softly, her lips still tingling from the kiss. “Yeah,” she whispered, biting her lip as she looked down at him. “Much better.”
Mista leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. There was still a playfulness in his expression, but it was tempered now by something deeper, something more real. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”
She felt the warmth rise in her cheeks again, but this time she didn’t look away. “I could say the same about you.”
He chuckled, the sound low and rich in the small space. “Guess we’re full of surprises together.”
she smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed from the lingering effects of the drugs and the intimate embrace. "I like this," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Being close to you like this...it feels nice."
Mista's smile widened, his dark eyes sparkling with affection. He loved seeing her like this - all flustered and adorable. It only reinforced his growing feelings for her. "I'm glad," he said, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her hip. "You're really cute when you get all blushy like this."
she giggled, ducking her head to hide her embarrassment. "Stop it, you're making me blush even more!" But there was no real sting in her words, only playful teasing.
Mista chuckled, leaning in to press another soft kiss to her forehead. "Can't help it,"
he murmured against her skin, his warm breath causing goosebumps to prickle across her flesh. "You just make me want to touch you and say sweet things."
He nuzzled his nose against hers, inhaling deeply as if committing her scent to memory. The action sent a jolt of desire straight to her core, making her squirm slightly in his lap.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his nose graze hers, the intimate gesture igniting a fire within her. Her hands slid down to rest on his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his muscles beneath her palms. "Guido..." she breathed out, his name a whispered plea on her tongue.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him as he claimed her mouth in another searing kiss. This time, there was no gentleness, only raw need and hunger. His tongue delved past her lips, tangling with hers in a sensual dance that left her breathless and aching for more.
As they kissed, Mista's hands roamed over her body, mapping every curve and dip with reverent touches. He palmed her breast, thumbing over the hardened nipple straining against the fabric of her top.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he felt her respond to his touch, her nipple pebbling against his palm. He broke the kiss long enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, savoring the taste of her skin.
"Mmm, you smell so good," he purred, his lips grazing the shell of her ear before he whispered, "And you feel even better." His hands continued their exploration, slipping beneath her shirt to stroke the smooth expanse of her back.
A shiver ran through her at the feel of his lips on her sensitive skin, his husky whispers sending tingles down her spine. She arched into his touch, craving more of the delicious friction his hands provided.
"Guido," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him back for another deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and twirled, stroking each other in a sensual rhythm that left her panting and needy.
Breaking away for air, she gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from their intense kissing. "Please," she begged softly, her voice thick with desire. "Touch me more. I want to feel your hands all over me."
Mista's eyes darkened with lust at her pleading gaze and breathy pleas. He could hardly believe this sweet~, sweet girl was asking for more of him. With a possessive grin, he reached for the hem of her top, slowly dragging it up her torso.
"You got it, baby," he rasped, his thumbs brushing the newly exposed skin of her stomach as he revealed her lacy bra. "Gonna make you feel so good~”
Leaning in, he captured a pert nipple between his lips, sucking gently while his hand kneaded the opposite breast. He lavished attention on her sensitive peaks, alternating between soft nibbles and soothing flicks of his tongue.
At the same time, his other hand slipped down to cup her ass, giving the supple flesh a firm squeeze. "Fuck, you're perfect,"
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his mouth closed around her nipple, the sudden heat and suction sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to her core. Her back arched, pressing her breast further into his eager mouth.
"fuck yeah...just like that," she moaned, her head falling back in ecstasy. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as he worshiped her breasts with his talented lips and tongue.
The pressure of his hand on her rear sent a thrill through her, the bold touch stoking the flames of her arousal. She ground subtly against him, seeking relief for the ache building between her thighs.
"More, please," she begged, her hips rolling in a silent plea for friction. "I need you, Guidooooooo,,,,,,,"
Mista groaned at the desperate, pleading tone of her voice, his cock throbbing in response. He released her nipple with a wet pop, trailing kisses up her neck as he murmured, "Patience, bella. We've got all night."
With you perched on his lap, he reached behind and smoothly reclined the seat, letting it ease back until you were both settled more comfortably against each other. He gave a soft chuckle, his hands resting on your hips. 'There, that’s better,' he murmured, his voice warm and close.
Guido Mista's hands roamed over her body with increasing urgency, his fingertips tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, the dip of her navel. Everywhere he touched, he could feel the heat of her skin, the thrumming pulse of her blood.
He tugged her closer, until she was straddling him, her core pressed intimately against the hard length of his erection. The sensation made him hiss through clenched teeth, his hips bucking upward reflexively.
As she felt his hardness pressing insistently against her, she let out a low moan, her own desire spiking at the contact. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against him in a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to drive him wild.
"Mmm, feels so good," she purred, her voice husky with need. Reaching down, she began unbuttoning his jeans, her fingers fumbling slightly in her haste to free his straining cock.
Once liberated, she wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft, stroking it slowly from base to tip. "Look at you," she breathed, marveling at the size and heat of him. "All big and hard for me."
Leaning in, she kissed along his jawline, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, "I want this inside me, Guido..."
Mista's control snapped at her words, his self-restraint crumbling under the onslaught of her seductive touches. A guttural growl rumbled in his chest as she stroked his aching cock, her small hand feeling impossibly hot and tight around him.
"Fuck, baby," he gritted out, his head falling back against the seat. "You're killing me here..."
His hips surged up, fucking her hand in a desperate bid for release. But even as pleasure coiled tighter in his loins, he knew he couldn't come yet – not until he was buried deep inside her, claiming her completely.
With a snarl, he seized her wrist, stopping her ministrations. "Enough teasing," he rasped, his voice rough with need.
With a swift motion, Mista flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him on the car seat. His dark eyes blazed with intensity as he gazed down at her, his breathing ragged.
"I need to be inside you," he declared, his voice low and commanding. "Now."
Without waiting for a reply, he yanked open her panties, shoving them aside to expose her slick, heated flesh. Then, with a triumphant grunt, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward in one powerful stroke.
She cried out, her back arching off the seat as Mista's thick cock stretched her open, filling her to the brim. For a moment, they just lay there, locked together, Mista's hips pressed flush against hers as he savored the exquisite sensation of being buried within her.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as Mista filled her in one swift, powerful thrust. Her inner walls clamped down around his thick length, trying to adjust to the sudden invasion. The intense pleasure-pain made her toes curl and her nails dig into his shoulders.
"Oh god, yes!" she whimpered, her head tossing from side to side. "So big... So deep..."
As he remained still, allowing her to acclimate to his size, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. She reveled in the feeling of being utterly claimed by him, his hardness pulsing within her sensitive depths.
When Mista finally began to move, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back in, her moans turned to high-pitched cries of ecstasy.
Mista set a relentless pace, his hips pistoning as he drove into her again and again. Each powerful thrust sent jolts of electric pleasure racing up his spine, stoking the fire building in his loins.
"Yes, take it," he grunted, his voice strained with exertion and raw lust. "Take every inch of my cock."
Bracing himself on one arm, he reached between their sweat-slicked bodies with the other, finding her swollen clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in firm circles, determined to make her fall apart.
"You like that, don't you?" he panted, his eyes locked on her face, drinking in every flicker of emotion. "Like having your tight little cunt stuffed full?"
"Yes, yes! I love it!" she sobbed, her voice cracking with overwhelming sensations. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Her body moved in sync with his, meeting each forceful thrust with equal fervor. The dual assault of his cock pounding into her and his fingers strumming her clit pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm gonna... Ahhhh!" she threw her head back with a keen wail as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched violently around Mista's pistoning shaft, milking him as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through her.
The intense contractions seemed to go on forever, leaving her limp and shuddering in the aftermath. Even then, Mista continued to pump into her, prolonging her pleasure while chasing his own release.
The feel of her pussy spasming around his cock, gripping him like a vice, nearly undid Mista right then and there. It took every ounce of his self-control not to let go, to hold back his own climax and prolong this blissful agony.
But as her cries of rapture echoed in the confined space, Mista felt his resolve crumble. His rhythm faltered, his strokes becoming erratic as he neared the precipice.
"That's it, baby," he urged hoarsely, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Come for me. Milk my cock with this sweet cunt."
With a final, brutal thrust, Mista hilted himself inside her fluttering sheath. His balls drew up tight, his shaft throbbing urgently as he teetered on the brink.
"Fuck, I'm close,"
Panting heavily, she could only moan weakly as Mista continued to pound into her oversensitive flesh. Each drag of his cock along her inner walls sent sparks shooting through her nerve endings, keeping her suspended in a haze of pleasure.
"I want to feel you come," she gasped out, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their frenzied coupling. "please mista..."
She tightened her legs around him, urging him on, silently begging him to let go. Reaching up, she grabbed his face and pulled him down into a searing kiss. As their tongues tangled, she poured all her passion and desire into the embrace, hoping to push Mista over the edge.
The kiss broke something loose inside Mista. With a guttural groan, he surrendered to the torrent of sensation coursing through him. His hips snapped forward in short, vicious bursts, driving his cock impossibly deep into her convulsing heat.
"Ah fuck, here it comes," he rasped against her lips, his words punctuated by ragged breaths. "Gonna fill you up baby..."
As his orgasm slammed into him, Mista's vision blurred and his ears rang. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him, each pulse of his cock sending jets of hot seed spurting deep into her.
He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he rode out the aftershocks. For long moments, they lay entwined, chests heaving, hearts pounding in tandem.
she wrapped her arms around Mista, holding him close as he trembled above her. She could feel the heat of his release flooding her insides, the sensation both soothing and exhilarating. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she basked in the afterglow, savoring the closeness and intimacy of the moment.
After catching their breath, Mista swapped their positions with her being on top of his lap once again, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he teased, reaching up to playfully tousle her hair.
She smirked back at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe I just really like you," she purred, trailing her fingers down his chest.
Before he could respond, she shifted, straddling Mista's waist. She leaned down, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss that left him breathless and wanting more.
Breaking away, she nipped at his lower lip before whispering, "Your turn to beg, handsome."
With a playful wink, she reached under herself to grasp Mista's hardening length, stroking it teasingly. She positioned the head at her entrance, savoring the moment before slowly sinking down onto him.
"Mmm, you feel so good inside me," she moaned, her voice husky with desire. She began to rock her hips, setting a sensual pace as she rode him.
Leaning forward, she braced her hands on Mista's chest, her breasts swaying enticingly with each movement. She gazed down at him, her expression a mix of lust and affection.
"You like that, baby?" she cooed, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. "Tell me how much you need it."
A low groan rumbled in Mista's chest as she enveloped him in her slick heat once more. His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingertips digging into soft flesh as he fought the urge to take control.
"It feels incredible," he managed to grit out between clenched teeth, his head falling back against the pillow. "So fucking tight...so perfect..."
He watched transfixed as she moved above him, the erotic sight of her breasts bouncing hypnotizing. Each roll of her hips stoked the flames higher, threatening to consume him whole.
"More," he growled, his grip tightening. "I need more, baby. Ride me harder. Make me yours."
Her pace quickened in response to Mista's urgent plea, slamming her hips down to meet his thrusts. The forceful impact sent shockwaves through both their bodies, each collision driving them closer to the brink.
"Yes, oh god yes!" she cried out, her nails scraping down Mista's chest as she lost herself in the raw, animalistic pleasure. "You feel so deep, you fill me up so so well~~"
her inner muscles clamped down around Mista's pulsing cock, milking him with every stroke.
Mista's eyes flashed with primal hunger as her passionate cries filled the room. He yanked her down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with hers.
Their mouths moved in a frenzied dance, biting and sucking as if trying to devour each other whole. Mista's hands roamed her body, gripping and kneading, marking her as his own.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jawline, nipping and licking a scorching path to her ear. "Cum for me, bella," he commanded hoarsely, his voice thick with lust. "Let go, I want to feel you squeeze my cock."
With that, Mista drove up into her with reckless abandon, chasing his own release as the pressure built to unbearable levels.
She met Mista's fervent kisses with equal passion, her own desires raging out of control. Their tongues twined together, hot and heavy, each desperate for a taste of the other.
Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging almost painfully as she ground herself against him. Every cell in her body was alight, burning with the need for completion.
At his command, she threw her head back with a sharp cry, her orgasm crashing over her in intense waves. Her walls spasmed around Mista's pistoning length, rippling and fluttering as ecstasy consumed her.
"Yes! Yes! Ohhhh fuuuuck!" she wailed, riding out the aftershocks until she collapsed bonelessly atop his sweat-slicked chest.
Mista's vision blurred as the coil within him snapped, sending him hurtling over the edge. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt, spilling his seed deep inside her's convulsing warmth.
His entire body shuddered, waves of pleasure coursing through his veins like liquid fire. For long moments, he could only lie there, gasping for breath as the aftermath of their shared climax washed over him.
Finally, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she trembled atop him. "That was...incredible," he panted, pressing tender kisses to her forehead. "You're amazing, bella. Truly unforgettable."
As the haze of lust began to clear, a new thought occurred to him - and immediately, Mista's eyes widened in horror. "Wait...how many times did we...? Did we just..."
Mista's voice trailed off as panic set in, his gaze darting frantically searching for the answer written on the car windows. He counted on his fingers, trying to recall how many orgasms they'd gone through, but the numbers swam before his eyes.
"No no no," he muttered, shaking his head vigorously. "It can't be four. It just can't!"
He thrusted his head off the car seat "We have to start again. From the beginning this time. No stopping until we get to five or six!"
she blinked at him in confusion, still dazed from their activities. "What are you talking about? Why does it matter-"
"It MATTERS because four is BAD LUCK!" Mista exclaimed, jabbing a finger at her.
she stared at Mista, her expression shifting from post-coital bliss to utter bewilderment. She propped herself up off his chest, eyeing him warily.
"Four what now?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "And why on earth would we start again?"
her's gaze followed Mista's agitated facial expressions, taking in the wild look in his eyes and the frantic gestures. A slow smile spread across her face as understanding dawned.
"Oh, Guido," she cooed, sitting up "You're so adorable when you're worked up over something silly like that."
Mista froze, his chest heaving as he glared at her. "Silly?! This isn't silly, it's SERIOUS!" he insisted, looking away childishly.
But seeing the amusement in her eyes, some of the tension left his shoulders. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine, maybe it seems ridiculous to you. But trust me, I've got a thing about the number four. It's just...bad juju."
He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I know it doesn't make sense. But I can't help how I feel. And right now, the thought of orgasming FOUR times is giving me the creeps."
Mista looked at her pleadingly. "So what do you say ? Can we try again? Just three more rounds, tops?"
she couldn't suppress a giggle at Mista's earnest plea, finding his tetraphobic quirks both endearing and entertaining. She moved closer to him, letting her hands rest on his chest.
"Alright, alright," she said, her tone gentle and teasing. "I'll play along with your little superstition. But only because I want to see just how far you're willing to go to avoid that dreaded number."
She leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "Let's see if we can reach five without breaking your unlucky streak, shall we?"