The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [51]
“Wait!” she whispered as she continued to kiss him. “We can’t do this right now.” Miamor had spoken the words, but she made no effort to stop Carter from slipping his finger up her White House designer skirt. She wore no panties, so his fingers were instantly drenched in her feminine juices. “You didn’t even call me,” she moaned.
“I’m sorry, ma. It’s all about you,” he answered as she reached for his belt buckle.
“Don’t lie to me,” she whispered in lust.
“I don’t lie, Miamor.” He lifted her shirt and bent down to kiss her stomach gently.
The two were in pure lust for one another as they attacked each other.
“What do I got to do to get some of this, ma?” he asked charmingly. He’d wanted to call her and had every intention of doing so, but his mind had been preoccupied with business.
“Do what you feel,” she stated frankly, staring at him in a challenging way, massaging his hardness through his Calvin Klein boxers.
Grunting lustfully, Carter picked her up by her waist as she wrapped her long legs around his body, grinding her hips into him with a fuck-me passion. The friction alone had her ready to climax. The heat between the two of them burned recklessly as Carter carried her to the oversized cherry wood dresser that sat against the wall, sweeping everything off of it in one motion, causing a loud crash to erupt through the condominium.
“Shh!” she whispered as she sucked on his neck. “Harper is going to hear us.”
Carter ignored her and sat her onto the dresser. He opened her legs, while she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. He entered her without hesitation, moving with a slow rhythm, holding both of her thighs open as wide as they would go. He looked down at his dick as it moved in and out of her. The sight of her massaging her swollen clitoris made his manhood swell even more, and he pounded into her relentlessly.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Is everything all right in there?”
Miamor’s eyes grew wide in alarm at the sound of Harper’s voice. Carter was fucking her so good that she couldn’t stop the moans from slipping off her tongue. She looked at Carter.
“He heard us,” she whispered.
Carter continued to fuck her as he whispered, “Then you better stop all of that moaning, ma.”
In and out, in and out . . .
Miamor groaned in pleasure, “Uh-uh, I can’t,” as she thrust her hips at him in a slow grind. Until now she’d never had a nigga who had a big dick and knew exactly how to use it. She was losing her mind. “Oooh, Carter, we got to stop, but this dick so good,” she moaned as she made the lower half of her body roll in circles.
“Excuse me, guys, is everything okay?” Harper asked again.
Miamor began to reply, “Everything is—ooh shit!”
But Carter hit her with the death stroke, hitting her G-spot and silencing her.
In and out, in and out, round and round.
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” she screamed as the mirror to her dresser began to hit the wall it was leaning against. “Carter! Oh my God, baby, yes!”
Knock, knock, knock!
“Harper, we’re fine! Everything is—Yes, Carter, right there! Carter, don’t stop!” she moaned.
Carter was making her body explode in ways she had never experienced, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably.
“I’m cumming!” she announced. “Oh my, oh!” she screamed one last time before her body went limp in Carter’s arms.
Seconds later, Carter climaxed as well and kissed her sweaty forehead before releasing her.
“Get rid of Harper,” she said as she pushed him gently off of her. “And when you do come back to me, I’ll be waiting in my bed.”
Miamor removed the rest of her clothing and then got underneath her luxury comforter as Carter pulled up his pants and backpedaled out of the room, eyeing every curve on her body. Harper stood checking his watch as Carter walked into the living room, adjusting his jeans.
When Harper looked up and saw Carter walking toward him