The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [45]
He stood from the water, bubbles now dripping from his six pack. His eight inches were average, but the thickness of it was astounding. Leena’s eyes beamed in anticipation because she knew that he would stretch her pussy walls to their limit, as he had done so many times before. Pre-cum began to ooze out of the tip, and it looked too tempting not to taste, so she got on her knees and took him into her mouth.
Monroe’s jaw hit his chest as he looked down at the beauty beneath him, one of her hands wrapped around his pole, masturbating his length as she sucked it, the other hand tickling his balls. A grunt fell from his lips as he grabbed the top of Leena’s head, tussling his fingers through her hair as he grinded slowly. He could feel his nut building, and he had to force himself to ease out of her mouth.
Her head game was superb, but her pussy was even better. It was wet, and warm, and tight. He pulled her to her feet and without words turned her around to bend her over. With the flexibility of a dancer, she bent over and clapped her ass cheeks together. Monroe slapped her big, dark behind and ran his dick up and down her dripping wet slit.
Damn, he thought to himself as he looked at the juices dripping down Leena’s thigh.
Money inserted himself slowly and immediately went to work on her, his rhythm slow and his thrusts powerful, his light-skinned, muscular ass cheeks flexing as he moved in and out of her. Leena enjoyed the view as she admired his toned back and behind in the mirror that showed his reflection. The sight of him moving in and out of her, mixed with the fact that he had reached around her and was now fingering her clit, caused her body to shake.
She bucked her ass wildly. Each time she backed it up, their skin slapped together loudly. He was hitting it so good and making her so wet that her pussy began to fart.
Slap, slap, slap—fart . . . slap, slap, slap—fart . . .
The music that their bodies were making could be heard throughout her apartment.
“Money,” she whined as she played with her own nipples, “I’m cumming.”
“Tell me you love me,” he whispered in her ear as he went into her as deep as he could go. Once he was all the way inside of her, he pulled her hips down quickly and with force over and over.
“Aghh . . . I love you, daddy!” she screamed.
“Whose pussy is this? This my pussy?” he asked as he hit her with long, slow strokes, kissing the back of her neck each time he stroked her deep.
“Yes, baby, it’s yours,” she whispered as tears clouded her vision. “I’m cumming!”
She popped her pussy back so good that Money came with her, while he was deep inside her warmth, and they both collapsed back into the warm water in satisfaction.
They each washed and rinsed themselves quickly. They stepped out and Money wrapped a towel around his waist before wrapping her in a large red towel. He pulled her close and kissed her lips. “Never ever doubt my love for you, understand?” he said seriously as he stared Leena in the eyes.
Leena nodded her head. “Promise me that you’ll tell Mecca soon. I can’t continue to share myself with both of you. I love you too much. I only want to be yours.” She reached up and took his face in her hands and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Promise me,” she repeated.
Money sighed deeply. The last thing that he wanted to do was hurt his brother, but he couldn’t share Leena with Mecca for too much longer. Every time Mecca and Leena were together, it ate him up inside. He knew that he couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. “I promise,” he replied as he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “I promise.”
Chapter Ten
“Real bitches do real shit.”
—Miamor
Miamor, Aries, and Robyn sat at Applebee’s dining and having drinks. They were there to discuss their new hit.
Miamor couldn’t stop thinking about Carter. Their sexual episode lingered in her mind for days, and every time she thought about it, her clitoris