The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [82]
How could she love a man whose organization took her sister away from her? She was so torn and confused that she didn’t know what to do. Her girls were wrong, Carter didn’t have her head, but he was slowly capturing her heart.
It’s too bad, I’m-a have to murder this nigga, she thought sadly.
Carter pulled her away from the front door and closed it. With her back against the wall, he kissed her neck gently. Her nipples hardened, and he removed her shirt and unclasped her bra in one motion. His hands were experienced, and he’d perfected the art of seduction like a ball player perfected his jump shot.
His full lips found their way to her breasts, sucking them gently before making his way further south. He removed her jeans, slipped her panties to the side, and licked her pussy so good that she automatically forgave him. His warm tongue wiggled in and out of her honey slit with skill. She felt the throbbing sensation in her swollen clitoris, and his lips circled around the tender spot as he sucked on it slowly, gently, passionately, French-kissing it with skill.
He slipped two of his thick fingers inside of her as his tongue continued to work its magic on her clit. His fingers felt like a hard dick as he caused her to squirm from his touch.
“You forgive me?”
“No,” she moaned as she rotated her pussy in his face. She looked down, and the sight of her juices all over his face aroused her even more. She grinded furiously on his fingers as her pussy squirted multiple orgasms. She never knew getting her pussy ate could feel so good. Either the niggas she was fucking with before were amateurs, or Carter was blessed, but either way she was in heaven.
He stood back to his feet, leaving his jeans on the floor beneath him. His dick already rock-hard from the pleasing sounds erupting from Miamor. His fingers were still inside her, and she was pleading for him to continue. His manhood grew another inch, just from the seductive look on Miamor’s face.
“Please put it in,” she moaned. “Carter, I need you. My pussy needs you.”
Carter lifted one of her legs around his waist and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her wetness. His head resembled a flower in bloom, and the width of it was mesmerizing. The heat radiating from him caused her to tremble as he teased her by rubbing it slowly against her puddle of wetness.
“Please, baby, put it in!”
He pressed the tip against her clitoris repeatedly, causing her to hump nothing but air. She was fiending for the dick, she wanted him so badly.
“You forgive me?”
“I can’t,” she said.
“Yes, you can,” he replied as he filled her tight space.
“Oh my God! I can’t, Carter,” she moaned, tears slipping down her face. “I want to kill you,” she admitted through her moans.
Carter was oblivious to the fact that she meant every word.
“I hate you,” she moaned over and over again.
Carter lifted her other leg and balanced her against the wall as he dug into her, going in as deep as he could go.
“Ooh shit,” she called out. “Right there, daddy! Yes, right there!”
“You forgive me?” he asked as his fingertips melted into her voluptuous ass.
“Yes! Yes! Oh . . . what are you doing to me?”
“I’m fucking you, ma. Them other niggas can’t do this pussy like this. You fucking with another nigga?” he asked as he clenched his ass muscles.
“No! Only you. This is your pussy, Carter. I hate you! This is yours, daddy. Oh my . . . oh shit,” she moaned. “I’m about to nut, Carter. I’m cumming . . . aaah!”
Carter felt her body tense up, and when her walls contracted on his dick, he released his seed inside her, with no condom and no regrets.
Her legs gave out when he set her back on the floor, so he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He lay down with his arms wrapped snugly around her.
Miamor felt so right in his arms, and she hated what she was doing. She knew that she would eventually have to destroy him, but being with him right now at