The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [47]
At that point Fabian couldn’t take it any longer. He jumped up and swiftly grabbed Robyn under her butt cheeks, quickly lifting her so that she was face level. During his stint in the penitentiary, he had worked out extensively, and his bulky, muscular physique confirmed that. It was nothing for him to lift Robyn’s entire body with ease.
“Oh shit!” Robyn yelled, caught by the element of surprise. Her legs swung freely as her crotch sat dead in the middle of Fabian’s face.
Fabian knew all the moves to get Robyn to nut. He began to work his tongue like a tornado on Robyn’s clitoris. She couldn’t believe the position that she was in and had only read about shit like that in books.
This nigga sho’ can eat a pussy. Robyn gripped his bald head and ground her hips against his face. The top of her head kept hitting the ceiling, but she didn’t mind, it was well worth it.
She kept looking at the door, expecting her girls to bust in at any moment. She had paid for the hotel suite earlier that day and gave Miamor the extra room key. Actually, she was hoping that they didn’t come in at that moment because she didn’t want Fabian to drop her while she was so high. She tried to get a couple more face thrusts in before it was over.
“Let me down!”
Fabian slowly let Robyn down and began to take off her clothes. He lay on the bed and sat up on his elbows as he stared at her drenched pussy.
Robyn knew that she had to think quickly because she wasn’t about to give him a shot at her goods. He ain’t sticking that mu’fucka up in me, that’s for damn sure. “Turn around on your stomach,” she instructed as she sucked her own nipples.
“What?” Fabian asked in confusion.
“Turn around, nigga. I want to lick yo’ ass,” she lied seductively.
“What? Don’t nothing go by my ass, ma. Come get on this dick and stop playing.”
Robyn knew what the deal was. She knew that he liked what she was proposing, him being gay and all. She just had to play it right. “It will feel good, I promise.”
Fabian lit up inside when Robyn first told him to turn around. He just didn’t want her to know his little secret. Her request was music to his ears. He hadn’t got a rim job since leaving prison. Fabian looked in Robyn’s eyes and saw that she was serious and quickly flipped his muscular ass around.
Just then, Robyn saw Miamor and Aries slide through the door quietly, both with pistols in their hands. Fabian was so busy smiling and anticipating getting his back slurped, he didn’t even see them coming.
“What took y’all bitches so long?” Robyn shouted as she began to put on her clothes.
“What?” Fabian asked as he turned around. But he didn’t see what he was expecting to see. He was staring down the barrel of Miamor’s 9 mm.
Before he could even react, Miamor went across his nose with her gun, causing it to split and swell up instantly. “Tie this mu’fucka up,” she instructed calmly and reached into her bag to pull out the butcher knife.
Fabian instantly began to plead for his life as Aries tied him up to the bedposts. “Look, I will give y’all bitches anything you want,” he pleaded as Aries finished tying him up.
Aries hit him in the eye with the butt of her pistol. “Watch chu mouth!” she said as she watched him grimace in agony.
“Let’s hurry up and get this shit over with,” Robyn said as she finished putting her clothes back on.
“Okay, here.” Miamor handed Robyn the butcher knife.
Robyn shook her head from side to side. “I ain’t cutting that nigga dick off!”
“Oh shit! Oh fuck! Please don’t cut my joint off. Please! What the fuck did I do to deserve this foul shit?” Fabian bucked against his restraints, and tears began to form in his eyes.
“Stop crying like a little bitch!” Miamor yelled. “Put