The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [33]
Carter kept looking down at her and felt his dick get hard. His manhood was urging him to get in the game, but he contained himself, trying to savor the moment, not wanting to be too eager.
When Miamor took her finger out of her pussy to taste her own juices, Carter could no longer contain himself. The print of his eleven inches was bulging in his jeans, and he quickly stepped out of them and positioned himself on top of her. He grabbed one of the strawberries and put it in her mouth as she nibbled on it sexily. His mouth found hers, and their tongues intertwined. He could taste the sweet fruit on her tongue along with the sweet taste of pussy as his rock-hard erection rubbed against her thigh.
Carter stuck his finger in the melted chocolate and rubbed it on her nipples as he feasted on them, tugging at them gently with his lips and tongue.
“Mmm,” Mia moaned, her back arched from the tingling pleasure that was shooting through her back.
Her body was like a buffet, Carter pouring champagne on top of her and licking it clean, never leaving a trace behind. He made his way down to her womanly opening and lifted one leg in the air, which she rested on his broad shoulders as her eyes rolled back in her head. Carter then introduced his tongue to her clitoris, licking it gently as if he were tongue-kissing her mouth instead of her pussy.
Miamor began to shake uncontrollably. No man had ever done her body so good. Carter definitely knew what he was doing. His head game was out of this world. Most men rushed and only went downtown to benefit themselves by getting the pussy more wet, but Carter took his time, inserting two fingers as she grinded on his face.
“Oh my God,” she moaned as her hands found the back of his head. “Wait,” she whined. Carter was eating her pussy so well that Miamor couldn’t wait to return the favor.
She sat up on her elbows and attempted to get up, but Carter pulled her back underneath him as she lay back and watched his swell glisten in the moonlight, pre-cum resting on the tip. He rubbed her clit with his hat, and the warmth from his body temperature made her hot, sizzling against her honey pot.
It had been a long time since she had been intimate with someone, and it wasn’t until now that she realized how much she missed a man’s touch. “I want to feel you inside of me,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his back and slid her hands down until they reached his toned behind.
“Wait, I don’t have a condom,” he whispered. He silently cursed himself for not being prepared.
Miamor looked him dead in his eyes. “Then don’t make a baby, if you don’t want one.” She pulled him into her, and he immediately filled the space between her legs, his thick hardness throbbing inside of her as her walls contracted around his large shaft.
“Shit, you feel so good,” he told her as he rocked in and out of her with a slow, passionate rhythm.
Miamor was silent as she stared into his eyes. She had never been with a man that looked at her the way Carter did at that moment. Their gaze expressed more than any words could ever do. They had a sexual chemistry that was out of this world, and he was making her body hurt in a pleasing way. A tear slipped from her eyes, and he kissed it away as it rolled down her cheek.
Miamor moved her wide hips in unison and matched him pump for pump, and Carter put his hands underneath her rear and lifted her hips, allowing him to dig deeper into her.
“Carter!” she called out in ecstasy as he explored depths in her that she didn’t even know existed. “Carter,” she repeated as he sped up and pounded into her a little harder.
She was about to cum, and from the low grunts that came out of his mouth, she could tell that he was about to nut at any moment. “Make me cum, Carter,” she whispered.
He pumped into her harder at the sound of her voice.
“Ohh shit, daddy, make me cum,” she begged.
He stroked her faster. “I’m-a make you cum, Miamor. Oh shit, your pussy is so good,