Author's note: By the time yall read this Bronco's birthday will be over. (May 20th is his day)
So, In order of celebrating him here's a lil smutty, fluff oneshot for yall.
Happy Birthday to THE El Unico , The Big Body G. Mr. Bronco Nima 🥳
The bedroom remained draped in a heavy, tranquil darkness, the floor-to-ceiling curtains barely permitting the first amber streaks of early Florida sunlight to slice through the gloom.
Overhead, the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of the ceiling fan sliced through the humid air, blending seamlessly with the distant, soothing percussion of a sudden tropical downpour tapping relentlessly against the glass balcony doors.
Orlando weather was notoriously dramatic in May, prone to sudden shifts and temperamental storms, but this morning, the atmospheric gloom only served to make the room feel entirely insulated from the rest of the world— heavier, warmer, and deliciously slower.
It was an environment made even more intoxicating by the sight of Edwin, who was sprawled aggressively across the center of the mattress with the unbothered confidence of a man who owned every square inch of the space.
Because, in every way that mattered, he did.
One thick, heavily tatted muscled arm was thrown carelessly over his flat stomach, the intricate patchwork of his tattoos shifting and stretching over his warm, brown skin as his broad chest rose and fell in a slow, unbroken rhythm beneath the heather-gray fitted tank top he’d slept in.
His dark curls were a beautiful, chaotic mess against the stark white of the pillowcases, his jaw shadow was rough and dark with sleep, and his lips were parted just enough to let out the soft, rhythmic sigh of his breathing.
He was a remarkably fine man, built like a fortress, and at this exact moment, he was completely, beautifully knocked out.
A slow smile curved my lips as I began to move, crawling carefully and deliberately between his heavy legs, the silk of my satin bonnet slipping slightly against my forehead as I shifted my weight. My fingers hooked lightly into the elastic waistband of his black compression shorts, the fabric taut against his skin.
The very second I eased them down far enough to free him into the cool air of the room, a soft, involuntary exhale escaped my lips.
“Happy birthday to you, Papi” I whispered into the quiet dark, the words a private, reverent vow.
Still trapped in the heavy undertow of sleep, Edwin let out a low, vibration of a groan that rattled deep in his chest the exact moment the flat of my tongue dragged in a slow, deliberate line underneath him.
The thick muscles of his thighs flexed and hardened automatically under my touch as my hands slid down the outsides of his legs, gently spreading him open wider to grant myself unhindered access. I began to take him in, little by little, pacing myself to keep the rhythm slow, incredibly messy, and wet enough that he started twitching against my tongue almost immediately.
Edwin always woke up incredibly sensitive in the early hours of the morning, his body operating on pure, raw instinct before his brain could even fully process the day. And I knew exactly, precisely how to work him.
His large hand dropped blindly from where it had been resting, searching through the sheets until his blunt fingers tangled themselves securely into the silk of my bonnet, burying deep into the hair at the nape of my neck. His sleepy voice rasped above me, thick and gravelly.
I merely hummed around him innocently, refusing to break contact, using the vibration against his skin as an answer.
The deep, rumbling groan he surrendered after that was so heavy it nearly made me laugh against him.
“Mm-mm,” he warned weakly, though his fingers tightened their grip in my hair, his head falling back helplessly into the plush pillow. “You startin’ trouble early…”
Trouble? Please. This was a celebration.
I flattened my tongue against him again, applying a firm, seamless pressure and taking him deeper until his abdominal muscles tightened into rigid cords beneath his tank top. His grip on my head tightened now, a heavy, grounding pressure— never forcing, never pushing, but definitely revealing the exact moment he started losing his grip on control.
“Shit… there you go… there you go…” he breathed, his respiration hitching, his voice still thick and coated with sleep. “Good girl…”
The low hiss of praise alone sent a phantom shiver straight down my spine, almost making my own thighs squeeze tightly together where I knelt. I absolutely loved when he got like this— all rough-edged authority, heavy eyelids, and the effortless cadence of sleepy Spanish beginning to slip into his words.
“Así… just like that, mami… fuck…”
My eyes flicked up to meet his.
It was a beautiful mistake.
Because hw was finally, completely awake now. His dark hair was wildly messy, his chest was heaving under the gray cotton, and his dark eyes were hooded, burning with a heavy, concentrated heat as he stared down at me like I was the single prettiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on in his life. That look alone, dripping with possessiveness and raw hunger, nearly took me out right then and there.
His hips rolled upward once, a slow, demanding surge of his weight, and I accommodated him completely, swallowing around him while his jaw clenched so hard the muscle ticked violently under his skin.
“Baby…” he groaned, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m not gon’ last if you keep—fuuuck.”
In response, I locked my lips and sucked harder on purpose, intentionally testing his limits.
The back of his free hand slammed hard against the wooden headboard behind him, a dull thud echoing through the quiet room.
The praise turned filthy after that, the filter of sleep entirely burned away by heat.
Every low curse, every breathless groan, and every dirty repetition of “good fucking girl” sent a wave of absolute electricity crawling down my spine while I worked him deeper and deeper, ignoring the ache until his heavy thighs started trembling against the mattress.
And Edwin was big. Big enough that a few involuntary tears were already gathering in the corners of my eyes, a slick sheen of spit coating my lips and chin as I kept the rhythm relentless. But the nastier, wetter, and louder it got, the more he completely lost his mind to it.
“That’s my baby,” he rasped, his hips beginning to twitch in short, uncontrolled jerks. “Look at you swallowin’ this dick first thing in the mornin'…”
I let out a soft, muffled moan around him at the praise, the sound trapped in my throat.
That was the breaking point.
“Fuck—fuck, I’m finna cum—”
His stomach tightened into iron under my palm before he finally let go with a deep, shattering groan of my name. His hips jerked upward in final, desperate movements while I held him tight, swallowing every single intense pulse he gave me, taking every drop just like he liked.
Edwin collapsed back heavily against the mattress, his lungs pumping for air as I slowly, deliberately pulled off him. I raised the back of my hand, wiping at the wet corner of my mouth while a smug, entirely satisfied little smile spread across my face.
The man looked utterly devastated. Absolutely, beautifully gone.
His chest was rising and falling in harsh, ragged gasps beneath his tank top while he stared up at the ceiling, looking at me like I’d personally ruined his entire birthday before the sun had even fully risen.
“Mami…” he rasped after a long, quiet second, his voice practically a growl. “Get up here.”
I laughed softly, the sound light and teasing in the heavy room. “For what?”
“You know damn well for what.” His large hand slid down the length of my thigh, his fingers gripping my skin firmly before executing a hard, unyielding tug to pull me up his body. “I need you sittin’ on this shit. Right now.”
The raw command in his voice almost broke my resolve on the spot. Almost.
Instead, I used his momentum to climb up onto the bed beside him, deliberately shifting away from his center and casually fixing the edges of my satin bonnet. His eyes narrowed instantly, a dangerous glint appearing in them.
“Oh nah,” he muttered, his jaw setting. “Don’t play with me right now.”
I just grinned, leaning over his chest.
“But baby,” I said sweetly, lowering my face until my lips brushed the warm, stubbled corner of his mouth, “I have an entire day planned for you.”
Edwin stared at me for a long, heavy moment, his dark eyes reading every line of my face. Then, very slowly, his large hand slid right back up the inside of my thigh, his palm hot, moving dangerously, agonizingly slow.
“And?” he challenged softly.
I kissed him again, lingering this time, pressing the promise right into his skin.
“And if you behave,” I whispered against his lips, “you just might survive long enough to see all your surprises.”
The mid-morning sun was fully blazing by the time I finally escaped the bedroom, leaving Edwin sleeping off his early birthday present like a man who had been thoroughly run over by a truck. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, ice dripping from a glass of iced coffee, while my best friend’s face filled the screen of my phone.
Bri didn’t even let me say hello. She just took one look at my face, took a sip of her own coffee, and squinted.
“Oh, you already started,” she stated flatly. “Look at you. You’ve got that smug, satisfied glow. What did you do to that poor man before 9:00 AM?”
I couldn’t help the wicked grin that spread across my face as I took a sip of my drink. “Let’s just say he woke up twenty minutes older, and I made sure his birthday started off on the right note. He’s currently incapacitated.”
Bri let out a loud, cackling laugh, clapping her hands together. “Yes! As you should! I knew it! I told you, you were gonna be absolutely menace today. You’ve been planning this for a month, I knew you weren’t gonna let him breathe.”
“I’m not,” I admitted, leaning my hip against the counter, feeling a delicious little thrill run through me. “I told him he has to behave if he wants to see the rest of his surprises, but honestly? The itinerary I have set up for him is just cruel. I’m taking him to that private steakhouse he loves, then we have a VIP cabana booked, but the real gift is what’s waiting for him when we get back here tonight.”
Bri leaned closer to the camera, her eyes wide with messy, supportive curiosity. “Okay, give me the details. What is the vibe? Because I know you. You didn’t just buy a regular little lingerie set and call it a day.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” I laughed, shaking my head. “You know how Edwin gets when he thinks he’s in control, but he’s been working so hard lately, I wanted to completely take the reins. I bought this sheer, blood-red mesh set—practically invisible—and I’m going to make him sit there and watch me until he’s begging. I’m going to be so mean to him, Bri. Unapologetically nasty. I’m pushing every single one of his buttons tonight.”
Bri pointed a finger at the screen, hyping me up with pure, unadulterated energy. “See?! That is what I’m talking about! Work that man! He is obsessed with you anyway, so you doing all that? He’s gonna lose his entire mind. You’re a terrible influence and I love it.”
She paused, a knowing, incredibly mischievous smirk growing on her face as she shook her head.
“But let’s be so real for a second,” Bri continued, her tone dropping into that hilariously predictive zone that only a best friend could manage. “You can play the dominant, teasing game all day long, girl. You can make him wait, you can wear the invisible outfits, you can talk all that trash…”
“But?” I prompted, laughing.
“But we both know how he is,” Bri laughed, leaning back in her chair. “By the end of the night, when he finally snaps? All that control you think you have is going out the window. He’s going to completely take over. Honestly, knowing him and knowing how you look at him, by midnight he’s probably gonna have that leather restraint strap wrapped around your neck, pinning you to the mattress, and absolutely fucking you senseless.”
A sudden, intense rush of heat crawled straight up my neck at her words, my cheeks flushing hot. I bit my lip, trying and failing to look innocent, but the mental image alone made my stomach do a wicked little flip.
“Shut up,” I muttered, though I couldn't stop the laugh from escaping.
“Am I lying though?” Bri teased loudly, completely satisfied with my reaction. “Am I lying?! You love it when he gets possessive like that. You’re gonna push him right to the edge, and he is going to handle you. Period. So enjoy your little power trip during dinner, sweetie, because tonight? You’re getting wrecked.”
“I hate you,” I grinned, looking down at my coffee to hide how accurate she actually was.
“You love me. Now go get ready to ruin that man's life. Happy birthday to Big Ed!”
The transition from the sweltering, rain-kissed balcony of the morning to the refined, dimly lit ambiance of the steakhouse had been seamless. Edwin had cleaned up beautifully, looking devastatingly handsome in a crisp, classic Polo Ralph Lauren button-down that hugged his broad shoulders and chest perfectly, the sleeves rolled up just enough to showcase his tattooed forearm.
Across the candlelit table, his eyes had held a constant, simmering heat every time I deliberately let my foot brush against his ankle, or when I took a slow, deliberate sip of my wine while holding his gaze. He’d eaten his steak like a king, but the way he kept looking at my mouth made it clear what he was actually hungry for.
Afterward, the VIP cabana at the exclusive lounge had been pure luxury. Sheltered from the humid Orlando breeze by heavy linen drapes, Edwin had loosened a few buttons of his shirt, leaning back against the plush cushions with a premium tequila on the rocks in hand. I had spent the entire two hours tormenting him— whispering filthy promises into his ear whenever the bass dropped, letting my fingers trace the hem of his shorts, and pulling away with an innocent blink the second he tried to pull me into his lap.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, ma,” he had growled against my neck, his grip tightening on my hip hard enough to leave a bruise. “Just wait until I get you home.”
By the time the Uber finally pulled into our driveway, the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife. The house was blissfully quiet when the front door clicked shut behind us, luckily, Jonathan had text-confirmed he was staying over at a friend’s house for the next few hours, leaving the entire place ours.
The second the lock turned, the heavy atmosphere shifted. Edwin exhaled a deep, rough sigh, immediately tossing his wallet and keys onto the entryway table. He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, pulling it off his shoulders and tossing it over the back of the sofa before sinking heavily into the cushions. He leaned his head back against the leather, his chest expanding as he closed his eyes for a brief second, looking like a man who had exercised an ungodly amount of restraint all day and was finally letting his guard down.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I murmured, offering him a wicked, lingering smile as I backed away toward the hallway.
Edwin’s eyes cracked open, hooded and dark, tracking my movement. “Where you going?”
“I’ll be right back. I have one last surprise for the birthday boy.”
Inside the bedroom, my heart was hammering against my ribs with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and adrenaline. I quickly stripped out of my dinner dress, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the small, satin box hidden in the back of my closet.
But before I opened it, my hands moved to the top shelf, reaching further back to pull out a second, smaller velvet box.
The lingerie was for us— for the heat, the fun, and the wicked game we’d been playing all day. But this second box contained his real birthday gift. It was a heavy, solid gold rope chain, and hanging from it was a custom, diamond-encrusted picture pendant.
I had spent months tracking down the perfect photo, eventually finding a candid, sunlit picture of Edwin as a teenager, his arm wrapped tightly around his little brother’s shoulders while their late mother stood between them, laughing radiantly at the camera. It was the last good photo they had all taken together before she passed, and I knew how much he missed her, especially on milestones like today.
Holding both boxes, I took a deep, centering breath, letting the contrast of the two moments settle over me.
I shook out my curls, touched up my lip gloss, and slipped into the little number Bri and I had talked about. It was even more lethal under the dim bedroom lighting. The sheer, blood-red mesh set was completely seamless, practically invisible against my skin, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The vibrant red contrasted sharply against my complexion, the delicate underwire lifting my breasts while the high-cut thong accentuated every single curve of my hips.
Clutching the small velvet jewelry box tightly in my hand, I walked back out into the living room, my bare feet making no sound against the hardwood floors.
Edwin was leaning back, one arm propped on the top of the couch, but the absolute second I stepped into his line of sight, his entire body went rigid. His jaw literally dropped slightly before slamming shut, the muscle ticking violently as his gaze locked onto me. His eyes raked down my body, from the sheer red fabric straining against my chest, down the curve of my waist, to the exposed skin of my thighs.
The atmosphere in the room completely evaporated.
He didn’t say a word for three long seconds. He just stared, his pupils dilating until his eyes looked almost entirely black. The lazy, content birthday boy from two minutes ago vanished, replaced instantly by a predator looking at exactly what he wanted to consume.
He knew exactly what time it was.
“Oh,” Edwin rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a deep, dangerous register that sent a violent thrill straight to my core. He slowly sat up, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked me up and down, a dark, completely unhinged smirk finally breaking across his face. “Oh, so this is what we’re doing? You really think you’re big bad wolf tonight, huh?”
I held his gaze, deliberately arching my back as I took a slow step closer to the couch, running a hand down my own hip. “I told you to behave today, Edwin. And since you were such a good boy… I thought I’d let you look at your present.”
Edwin let out a low, breathy laugh that sounded almost like a warning. He didn’t reach for me yet—he just sat there, his broad,chest heaving as he took me in, the raw hunger rolling off him in waves.
“Come here,” he commanded softly, the growl in his voice sending a wave of heat straight between my thighs. “Come here right now, mami.”
Instead of climbing onto his lap like he expected, I stepped into the space between his knees, standing tall. I held out the small velvet box, resting it against his chest.
Before you get your hands on this,” I whispered, my voice softening as the playful mischief in my eyes melted into something incredibly tender, “I have the real gift. The one that actually matters.”
I brought my hand out from behind my back, resting the small velvet box in my palm and offering it to him.
His eyes flicked from my face down to the box. The heavy, lustful fog in his gaze shifted into confusion, his brows drawing together as he slowly reached out and took it. “What’s this? Baby, you already did too much today—”
“Just open it,” I murmured softly, stepping just half an inch closer so my thigh brushed against his knee.
He popped the latch. The lid flipped back, and the soft amber light of the living room caught the gleaming gold of the chain. But as Edwin looked closer, tracing the engraving of the pendant, his entire posture froze.
The room went entirely still.
He stared at the photo of his mom, flanked by him and his little brother. His thumb, thick and calloused, trembled just a fraction as it lightly brushed over the smooth crystal face of the medallion. The tough, unbothered exterior he wore like armor completely softened. His chest expanded in a deep, shaky breath, his jaw clenching not from anger or desire this time, but from pure, raw emotion.
“Babe…” he breathed, his voice cracking, thick with a sudden weight. He looked up at me, his eyes slightly glassy, reflecting a depth of gratitude that words couldn't even touch. “Where did you… how did you even get this photo? It was ruined in the old album.”
“I had it digitally restored,” I whispered, reaching out to gently cup his jaw, my thumb smoothing over his small patch of hair on his chin. “I know how much you wish she was here today. Now you can carry her with you everywhere you go. Happy birthday, Edwin.”
Edwin didn't say anything for a long moment. He just pulled the chain out of the box, his hands surprisingly steady for how heavily his chest was heaving. He slipped it over his head, letting the heavy gold pendant rest right over his heart, right against his bare skin.
Then, he hooked his arm around my waist and yanked me forward so fast my breath caught.
He buried his face straight into my stomach, his broad shoulders trembling just a fraction as he exhaled a long, shaky breath against my bare skin. The sheer red mesh did nothing to block the intense heat of his face, or the dampness of the single, heavy tear that escaped his lashes before he could stop it. His large hands locked around the small of my back, fingers digging into my hips with a desperate, grounding grip, holding me against him like I was the only solid thing left in the room.
“Thank you,” he mumbled against my skin, his voice muffled, rough, and full of a deep, reverence that made my heart ache with love for him. “Goddamn, I love you so much.”
I didn't move. I just stood there between his knees, my heart aching with a profound, consuming love for him as I brought my hands up to his head. I tangled my fingers into his thick, messy curls, gently massaging his scalp while he collected himself, letting him just breathe me in.
"I love you more, baby." I whispered, leaning down slightly to press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of his head, my fingers smoothing down the wild texture of his curls. “Happy birthday, baby.”
He let out one last, deep sigh, the tension finally draining from his massive shoulders before he slowly pulled his face away from my stomach.
When he looked up at me, the raw vulnerability in his eyes was still there, but it was rapidly being overtaken by a dark, simmering heat as his gaze finally registered what I was wearing. His eyes tracked the vibrant, blood-red mesh stretched tight across my skin, tracing the high-cut lines that exposed the entire length of my thighs and the curve of my waist.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly, the emotional gravity of the last few minutes twisting into a heavy, intoxicating tension.
Edwin’s jaw clenched, the muscle ticking violently beneath his stubble. He looked down at the gold pendant resting against his bare chest, then looked back up into my eyes, a slow, wicked, and completely unhinged grin spreading across his handsome face. The soft, grateful birthday boy from a moment ago vanished, replaced entirely by the dominant man who knew exactly how to take what he wanted.
“Alright,” Edwin growled, his voice dropping an octave into that deep, gravelly register that made my stomach instantly do a violent flip. His hands slid down from my waist, his large, calloused palms gripping the flesh of my ass firmly before he lifted me off my feet effortlessly, pulling me right onto his lap so I was straddling him.
I let out a soft gasp, my hands automatically flying to his broad shoulders for balance as the heavy gold chain pressed right into the space between us.
“You just gave me the most beautiful, meaningful gift I’ve ever gotten in my life,” he whispered, his dark eyes hooded and burning as he leaned in, his hot, demanding breath brushing against my lips. His hands tore hungrily at the high-cut sides of the red mesh, pulling me impossibly closer until there wasn't a single inch of space left between our bodies.
He gripped the back of my neck, his thumb tilting my chin up as his eyes locked onto mine with a terrifyingly possessive look. Bri’s warning from earlier flashed through my mind like a jolt of electricity;
"by the end of the night, he’s gonna have that restraint strap around your neck and fucking you senseless"
Looking at the sheer hunger in Edwin's face right now, I knew she wasn't just right, she had understated it.
“Now,” Edwin rasped, his lips brushing mine in a bruising, promise of a kiss, “I’m gonna show you exactly what I do to the girl who takes care of me like this. Go lock check the front door, mami. Then come to bed 'Cause you are not leaving it for the rest of the night.”
The bedroom door hadn’t even clicked completely shut before Edwin’s hands were on me again, his large palms locking onto my waist and lifting me straight up against the wood. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, my fingers tangling deep into his braids as his mouth slammed down on mine with a feral, starved intensity.
There was no pacing ourselves anymore. The slow, teasing torment of the steakhouse and the VIP cabana had completely burned away, leaving nothing but pure, hunger.
His tongue invaded my mouth deeply, tasting like the rich red wine from earlier, while his hands roamed aggressively over my body. His palms slid up from my thighs, over the smooth curve of my hips, and up to my breasts, squeezing them tightly through the sheer red mesh until a breathless moan caught in my throat.
I tore my mouth away from his lips.
“Papi,” I whispered against his skin, feeling the heavy gold pendant of his new chain pressing into my collarbone as I slid down his body, my bare feet finally touching the hardwood floor.
He groaned at the loss of contact, his hooded eyes opening to watch me as I backed away toward the bed. I didn’t sit down. Instead, I reached underneath the pillow, my fingers wrapping around the thick, black leather restraint straps I had hidden there earlier.
When I pulled them out into the dim light of the bedroom, Edwin’s gaze tracked the leather, a dark, knowing smirk instantly spreading across his face. He cracked his knuckles, stepping toward the bed with the predatory confidence of a man who thought he knew exactly what was about to happen. He thought about what Bri had predicted. He thought he was about to pin me down.
“Oh, so we’re getting nasty early?” Edwin murmured, his voice dripping with possessive authority as he reached out a hand to grab my waist. “Turn around, mami. Let me lock you into those.”
I stepped just out of his reach, a wicked, defiant grin spreading across my face as I held the heavy leather straps up between us.
“Oh, no, baby,” I whispered sweetly, my eyes dropping to the bed and then back up to his face. “These aren't for me. They’re for you.”
He froze, his hand halting mid-air as his dark eyes locked onto the black leather straps dangling from my fingers. For a split second, his brain tried to process the shift in power, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath his Polo button-down, which was now hanging completely open.
A low, laugh rumbled deep in his throat. It was the sound of a man who wasn't used to surrendering control to anyone, let alone in his own bed.
“For me?” he rasped, his eyes narrowing as a slow, wicked smirk crept onto his lips. He took a heavy step toward me, towering over my small frame in the dim light. "You think you can handle me if I let you do that, mami?”
“Sit down and find out,” I challenged, my voice a soft, velvet purr as I backed up onto the mattress, holding his gaze.
With a dark, wicked smirk that promised absolute ruin later, Edwin slowly backed up and sat on the edge of the mattress. He leaned back against the headboard, his massive frame taking up almost the entire bed, and spread his arms out wide against the heavy wooden posts. “Do it then. But remember you asked for this.”
My heart was hammering against my ribs as I climbed onto the mattress, straddling his thick thighs as I went to work. I took the heavy leather cuffs, wrapping them securely around his thick, wrists and buckling them tightly to the sturdy bedposts.
Every time the metal buckles clicked, Edwin’s eyes darkened, his gaze tracking my every movement with a terrifyingly concentrated hunger. When both arms were pinned, he tested the restraints, his biceps flexing into hard, iron knots under his brown skin as the leather strained against his weight. He couldn't move an inch.
He was completely at my mercy.
“Alright, big boy,” I whispered, a slow, wicked smile spreading across my face. “Now you’re exactly where I want you.”
I didn't waste another second. I leaned down, pressing my body flush against his chest, the sheer red mesh of my outfit friction-rubbing against his bare skin. I captured his lips in a bruising, deep kiss, my tongue sliding into his mouth to taste him completely. Edwin groaned into the kiss, his head thrashing against the pillow as he tried to lift his hands to grab my hair, only for the leather straps to yank him back with a heavy thud.
The sound of his confinement only made me bolder. I pulled away from his mouth, leaving his lips wet and swollen, and dragged my lips down his jawline to his neck. I found that sensitive spot right beneath his ear and sucked hard, pulling his skin between my teeth until a sharp, guttural growl broke from his throat.
“Ah… coño, mami… fuck,” he rasped, his voice raw, slipping completely into thick, heavy Spanish as his head fell back into the pillows.
Every time he cursed, I moved lower. I dragged my tongue down his throat, swirling around the heavy gold pendant resting over his heart, before sliding down to his broad chest. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving violently beneath me as I flicked my tongue over his hard nipples, listening to the desperate, breathless sounds escaping him.
But I wasn’t done teasing him yet. Not even close.
I slowly shifted my weight, sliding down his body until I was kneeling between his heavy thighs. Edwin’s eyes snapped open, hooded and dark with a dangerous mix of frustration and pure, unadulterated lust. My fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of his Tommy Hilfiger briefs, and with one slow, deliberate tug, I stripped them down his thick, muscular legs, tossing them off the edge of the bed.
He sprang free, fully erect, thick, and twitching with an intense, desperate need. A heavy drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip under the dim bedroom light.
"Mami… please,” he growled, the leather restraints creaking loudly as he instinctively tried to lift his hips toward me. “Don’t play with me right now.”
Instead of answering, I offered him a lingering smile and leaned down, wrapping my lips tightly around his length.
Edwin let out a shattered, guttural roar that echoed off the walls. His head slammed back into the pillow, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles violently ticked under his stubble.
I got straight to work, keeping the pace agonizingly slow but incredibly wet, my tongue swirling around the head before I took him deeper, swallowing him down until tears gathered in the corners of my eyes.
"Sssshiit,” he groaned, his voice cracking. His heavy thighs flexed and trembled against the mattress beneath my hands. His hips started jerking in short, uncontrolled movements, trying to force himself deeper into my throat, but the leather straps yanked his wrists back with a heavy thud, keeping him entirely trapped.
The sound of his restraint only made me nastier. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue underneath him just the way he liked, using my hand to stroke the base of his shaft in perfect rhythm. His stomach tightened into rigid iron cords.
“Fuck—mami, wait, stop—I’m finna cum, I swear—” he choked out, his chest heaving as he reached his absolute limit.
Right before he could let go, I pulled off him with a loud, wet pop.
Edwin let out a desperate, breathless whine of protest, his eyes snapping open, completely bloodshot and desperate. “Mami, no, what the fuck—come back here.”
“I told you, baby,” I whispered, wiping the corner of my mouth with a smug, satisfied smirk. “You have to behave, baby.”
Before he could even process the loss, I moved back up his body, straddling his thighs. The sheer red high-cut thong was already soaked through from my own arousal, dripping and completely slick. I positioned my center directly over his throbbing length, holding his gaze as pushed my thong to the side and I slowly, deliberately lowered myself all the way down.
The moment he slid inside me, filling me completely, we both let out a synchronized, shattered gasp. The heat was blinding. I stayed perfectly still for a second, my inner muscles clenching tightly around his thickness, stretching to accommodate him. Edwin’s eyes rolled back into his head, a long, deep, trembling groan rattling his entire chest.
Without giving him time to adjust, I began to ride him, rolling my hips in a fast, demanding rhythm. The friction against the sheer red mesh was intoxicating. Every time I sank all the way down, the heavy gold pendant on his chest hit against my stomach.
His hips rolling upward instinctively, trying to meet my pace. But without his hands for leverage, he couldn't get the depth he wanted. He was entirely at my mercy, and the sheer frustration of it was driving him insane.
I quickened the pace, driving myself down on him harder and faster, my own pleasure coiling tightly deep inside me. The slick, wet sounds of our bodies filling the room pushed me right over the edge. My vision blurred, and with a breathless cry of his name, a violent, crashing orgasm ripped through my entire body, my internal muscles clamping down around him in tight, rhythmic spasms.
The intense, crushing tightness of my climax almost did him in. Edwin let out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body going completely rigid as he tried to throw his hips upward to release his own weight inside me.
The moment my walls stopped pulsing, I carefully slid off him, leaving him completely exposed, fully erect, and desperately hovering right on the edge of a climax.
“Nah, nah, nah,” Edwin growled, his voice a raw, dangerous register that sent a shiver straight down my spine. The leather restraints strained violently as he pulled against them with terrifying strength, his biceps bulging into hard knots. “Don’t do that. Put it back on me, hermosa. Put it back right fucking now.”
I sat back on my heels just out of his reach, adjusting my messy curls, looking down at him with an innocent blink. “But baby, I’m tired. My legs hurt.”
“Mami, I’m begging you, don’t play with me,” he rasped, sweat building on his chest, his jaw locked as he fought his own body. He couldn't even move without feeling like he was going to come. He was completely edged, helpless, and losing his mind. “Por favor, mami… untie my hands. I need to get my hands on you. Please.”
Hearing him beg, his deep voice completely cracked and desperate for my touch, sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my core. I leaned over him slowly, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his wet, swollen mouth.
“Since it’s your birthday,” I whispered against his lips, my fingers finally reaching for the buckles of the restraints. “Let’s see what you’re gonna do about it.”
The heavy metal buckles clicked open, and the absolute second the leather straps fell away from his wrists, the atmosphere in the room shattered. There was no hesitation, no slow recovery. Edwin didn’t just move—he exploded off the mattress like a predator freed from a cage.
Before I could even draw a breath to tease him, his massive, sweat-slicked hands locked around my waist with an iron grip that left no room for argument. With one seamless, terrifyingly powerful surge of his strength, he flipped me onto my stomach, dragging my body across the sheets until I was positioned right at the edge of the mattress, directly facing the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror bolted to the opposite wall.
“You think you so funny, huh?” Edwin growled, his voice a dark, ruined rasp against the shell of my ear as he dropped his heavy weight over my back, pinning me flat for a split second. His chest was heaving against my bare skin, his heart hammering like a war drum. “You like playing with me? You like makin' me beg?”
I let out a breathless, weak laugh into the pillow, my thighs already trembling from the aftershocks of my first orgasm. “Edwin, wait—”
He sat back on his knees, his hands moving with an aggressive, practiced speed. He grabbed the very same black leather restraint strap I had used to trap him, but he didn't loop it around my wrists. Instead, he slid the smooth leather beneath my chin, wrapping it carefully but firmly around the column of my throat.
My breath hitched instantly, a violent, hot rush of adrenaline flooding my entire system. He knew exactly what I liked. He knew the terrifying, intoxicating thrill of having my breath stolen, and right now, the anger and lust rolling off him meant he wasn't holding back a single ounce of his dominance.
He gathered both ends of the leather strap in one massive fist right at the nape of my neck, using it like a leash to yank my head back. My back arched automatically, my chest lifting off the mattress as my eyes flew open, locking instantly onto our reflection in the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” Edwin commanded, his face dark, unhinged, and dripping with sweat as he stared at our reflection over my shoulder. He gave the strap a firm, testing pull, restricting my airway just enough to make my vision haze at the edges, sending a sharp, desperate ache straight between my thighs. “Look at what I’m about to do to you.”
With his other hand, he gripped my hip, his thick fingers digging into my skin as he brutally forced my body up onto all fours. Doggy style. The sheer red mesh of my outfit was completely ruined, torn to the side, exposing the slick, dripping center he had been dreaming about all day.
He didn't ease into me. He didn't give me time to adjust.
Edwin lined himself up and drove his entire, massive length inside me in one heavy, unforgiving thrust.
A choked, muffled scream caught right in my throat, completely trapped by the leather strap around my neck. The depth was blinding, hitting a spot so deep inside me that my lower abdomen cramped with pure pleasure. In the mirror, I watched my own eyes go wide, a tear of sheer intensity slipping down my cheek as his jaw clenched so hard the muscle looked ready to snap.
The mirror didn't lie. It showed every single bit of the beautiful, chaotic ruin he was making of me. With my hands planted firmly into the mattress for balance, I watched my reflection as Edwin took complete control, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line while he pulled back slightly and drove right back into me, a heavy, wet slap echoing through the room.
The sound of our bodies colliding was deafening in the quiet space, but Edwin wasn't anywhere near done. His massive palm came back and slammed hard against the cheek of my ass, a sharp, stinging crack that sent a jolt of pure, electric heat directly to my core. I let out a choked gasp, my lower back arching even deeper into his space.
The sheer sensory overload— the tight restriction around my throat, the visual of his large hands bruising my hips in the mirror, and the way he was fucking me— shattered whatever filter I had left. The good girl from the morning was completely gone.
“Ed—fuck, Ed-Edwin, hard… harder, baby” I whimpered, the words muffled and strained against the leather pressing into my airway. I stared at his dark, unhinged eyes in the mirror, my own gaze wild and completely glassy. “Mmm, don't pull out, papi. Nut inside me. Fill me up.”
Edwin’s entire body went completely rigid for a split second at my words. His eyes went pitch black, the pupils dilating until the iris completely disappeared. The reckless shit pouring from my mouth burned away the last tiny shred of restraint he was holding onto.
¿Qué tú dijiste, preciosa?” he roared, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly dominant, gravelly register. He yanked the restraint strap even tighter, stealing my breath completely as he began to absolutely destroy my center. “You want this birthday nut, mami? Say it again. Tell me.”
"Cum. In. Me.!" I cried out, in between thrusts. My head thrashing as much as the leather would allow, the pleasure building into a sudden, violent, tidal wave deep in my abdomen.
He didn't give me another second to speak. He slammed his hips into mine with a brutal, lightning-fast pace that completely blurred the reflection in the mirror. I was entirely helpless, my internal walls suddenly contracting in violent, tight, rhythmic spasms as a crushing second orgasm ripped through my entire body, clamping down around his thickness like a vice.
The intense, localized squeezing of my climax sent Edwin straight over the edge of sanity. He let out a loud, animalistic roar that rattled the walls of the bedroom, his massive fingers locking into the leather strap around my neck as he drove his hips forward in one final, deepest-possible thrust, pinning me completely against his weight.
His entire body turned to absolute iron. He stayed buried all the way inside me, his jaw locked so hard a vein throbbed violently in his temple as he let go. I felt the exact, scorching-hot moment he completely surrendered, his hips jerking in heavy, deep, desperate pulses as he filled me to the absolute brim, dumping everything he had deep inside me just like I’d begged him to.
For a long, heavy minute, the only sound in the room was our ragged, desperate breathing. The strap around my throat finally fell completely slack, and I collapsed instantly forward onto my face, my cheek pressed against the damp sheets as I sobbed out a long, shaky breath of fresh oxygen.
Edwin fell heavily over my back, utterly spent, his sweat-slicked chest rising and falling violently against my spine. He buried his face into the damp curls at the nape of my neck, his arms wrapping entirely around my waist to hold me tight against him, completely unmoving.
The heavy, suffocating silence of the bedroom was broken only by the ragged, desperate sound of our lungs trying to recover. For a long time, neither of us moved. The raw, electric heat of the room slowly began to cool, leaving behind a heavy, profound stillness that felt almost sacred.
He remained draped over my back, his massive frame completely limp, his weight a comforting, grounding presence against my spine. Slowly, the tight, iron grip of his arms around my waist softened. His large hands slid down, his palms resting flat against the mattress on either side of my head, supporting himself as he carefully eased his weight off me so I could breathe.
He didn't pull away completely, though. He shifted onto his side, his long, heavily muscled legs tangling with mine, and with a gentle, almost trembling touch, his fingers hooked beneath my armpits to roll me over to face him.
The transition from the wild, unhinged predator of a few moments ago to the man looking at me now was jarring.
The dark, dangerous glint in Edwin’s eyes was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, naked vulnerability that made my chest ache instantly. His jaw was no longer set in a hard line, it was slightly slack, his lips parted as he stared down at me. The gold rope chain I had given him was tangled slightly across his broad, sweat-slicked chest, the diamond-encrusted pendant resting lopsided right above his heart.
He didn't say a word at first. He just reached up, his blunt, calloused fingers trembling noticeably as he unbuckled the leather restraint strap from around my neck. The heavy collar fell away, leaving a stark, dark red band against my skin. The moment it was off, Edwin’s thumb brushed over the bruised mark, his touch so incredibly light, so impossibly tender, it felt like a silent apology.
And then, his chest hitched.
It was a sharp, broken sound that caught completely in his throat. I watched as a sudden, heavy glaze of tears rushed into his eyes, making them shine brilliantly in the dim, shadowed light of the bedroom.
“Ed–?” I whispered, my voice cracked and breathless as I reached up, my hand instinctively cupping the rough, stubbled line of his jaw. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
He didn't answer. Instead, his forehead dropped forward, resting heavily against my collarbone, right beside the mark he had just left. His shoulders began to shake— not with the adrenaline of our passion, but with a deep, silent, and overwhelming wave of emotion that had clearly been building inside him all day long.
A single, hot tear spilled over his lashes, burning a trail down his cheek before soaking straight into my bare skin.
“I missed her so much today,” he choked out, his voice completely broken, reduced to a raw, ragged whisper that shattered my heart into a million pieces. He squeezed his eyes shut, his hand blindly reaching up to grip the custom gold pendant pressed between our bodies, his knuckles turning white. “Every single year on my birthday, man… it’s like this heavy ass weight sits on my chest. I wake up, and the first thing I realize is that she’s not gonna call me. She’s not gonna text me. She’s just… gone.”
Another sob escaped him, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated grief that he had kept locked behind his tough exterior for years.
“I spent the whole damn day trying to just look man, trying to be strong for my little brother, trying to enjoy the steakhouse and the lounge… but I was drowning, mami,” he confessed, his fingers transferring from the chain to the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping me with a desperate, terrifying intensity. “And then I walk into the living room, and you give me this. You give me her. You made sure she was still here with me.”
He pulled his head back just enough to look into my eyes, his face entirely wet, his nose red, his expression completely stripped of the pride he usually carried. He looked like a little boy who just wanted his mom, and yet, he was looking at me like I was the person who had saved his entire life.
“You see me,” Edwin whispered, a thick tear tracking into his beard as his thumb stroked my cheek. “Everybody else just sees this big, tough guy who handles everything. Nobody checks on me. Nobody knows how fucking hollow I feel sometimes. But you… you look right through all that shit, mama. You took care of my heart before you even let me touch your body tonight.”
The sheer, profound depth of his love and his pain was so heavy it brought hot tears rushing to my own eyes, blurring my vision. I slid my arms securely around his neck, pulling his massive frame down until he was buried entirely in my embrace, his face hidden in the crook of my neck.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured into his dark curls, my own voice breaking as I held him as tightly as I physically could. I smoothed my hands over his trembling shoulders, kissing the side of his head over and over again. “I’ve got you. You don’t have to be strong with me. You can just be Edwin. I’m never going anywhere.”
Edwin let out a long, shuddering breath, his large arms wrapping completely around my waist, pulling me so close against him that our heartbeats seemed to sync up in the quiet room.
He held onto me like a drowning man holding onto a lifeline, his face pressed into my skin as he let the final remnants of his grief wash over him, safe in the knowledge that he was completely held, completely loved, and no longer carrying the weight of the world entirely on his own.
The birthday boy had gotten his release— not just the physical, unhinged pleasure we had shared, but the beautiful, healing surrender of knowing he was finally safe to rest.
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