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 tingled. It was hands down the best sex she’d ever experienced, and he had her mind blown. Her profession didn’t allow her to fall for men, but the way Carter handled her and made love to her had her thinking about him in a different light than other men.
As she sat across from her girls, she thought, I can’t wait to see him again. It’s something different about him, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“So how much is this nigga trying to pay?” Robyn asked Miamor as she took a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea.
“The job pays the usual eighty stacks. That’s twenty”- Miamor stopped mid-sentence and remembered that the caper wasn’t going to be split four ways anymore.
A brief moment of silence arose as the girls realized that this was their first hit since Anisa’s death.
Miamor, wanting to be strong for her crew, continued. “Remember Black from South Beach?” she asked in a low voice as she clasped her hands and leaned into the table to be more discreet.
“Yeah, I remember him. He had us take care of that snitchin'-ass nigga a couple years back, right?” Robyn responded.
“Yeah, that’s him. He wants us to take care of a nigga named Fabian. Black has a younger brother doing life in the pen for drug trafficking. From what he told me, his brother weighs like a buck twenty soaking wet. The story is that Fabian was violating Black’s little brother in jail, doing him real dirty, you know, raping him and shit. Fabian got released from the joint about six months ago and ‘posed to be moving major weight around his area. Black wants us to get at his ass. But there’s a catch”- Miamor quickly glanced around to make sure no one was in her mouth.
“What’s that?’ Robyn asked.
“He wants us to cut off the nigga’s dick off before we kill him.” Miamor released a small smirk.
Aries and Robyn burst into laughter simultaneously. They knew Miamor had to be playing. The request was too outlandish to be taken seriously.
“Get da fuck out of here, bitch!” Aries said in between her laughter. But when she saw that Miamor’s smirk had faded away, she knew that she was dead serious.
Robyn began to shake her head, not believing what was being asked of them. “You have to be fucking kidding me?”
“I know the shit sound crazy, but the nigga we supposed to hit was raping Black’s brother in the joint. He wants him to feel violated the same way his brother did. He is offering us an extra twenty stacks if we do it his way.”
“Twenty thousand?” Aries and Robyn asked at the same time.
“Twenty thousand dollars.” Miamor nodded her head.
“Ooh, big daddy, you working with an anaconda,” Robyn lied as she stroked Fabian’s dick with her hand. As she prolonged her extended hand-job on Fabian, she thought, Where the fuck are these bitches at? This dirty-dick nigga gon’ want me to put my mouth on him in a minute. Robyn had been getting in good with him for the past week and finally convinced him to go to a motel room without one of his goons tailing him for security.
“Show me what that head game like, ma.” Fabian placed his hands behind his head and lay back on the bed.
Robyn was enraged on the inside. Miamor had told her that they would enter the room five minutes after they were in. Now fifteen minutes had gone by since they’d entered the motel room. Where these bitches at? Fuck!
She tried to figure out a way to buy a couple of minutes. Normally she would do whatever she had to do to get the job done, but in this case she had to reconsider. The thought of putting a homosexual’s pipe in her mouth made her almost gag.
She stood up and improvised to stall time. “I’m-a dance for you, daddy. Just sit back and watch,” she said as she began to do the belly roll and move her mid-section in circles. She raised her skirt and exposed her neatly trimmed vagina. She put her finger in her mouth and then began to rub her clitoris slow and hard.
Fabian was going crazy thinking about going inside of her pretty, pink love box. He smiled while stroking his hard dick. He was so hard, veins were sticking out of his dick as the tip of his joint pulsated.